Its the one you’ve all been waiting for, Raducanu will be playing with Mingge later on today, fellow Brit Mingge Xu that is
The first time I attended Wimbledon was on a school trip back in the early 90s, when I was a teenager. It peed down all day and we saw no action whatsoever. Not a single serve to be seen. Being heavily bearded and confident, I found refuge in the Pimm's tent. By the day's end I was drunk and skint, but I'd befriended a rather comely parigot by the name of Sandrine. I made it back to the coach and slumped into my seat. A teacher, Mr Diack, came along carrying bundles of posters, which were a commiserations offering from the club. I got a signed picture of Jim Courier. As for Sandrine, we exchanged letters for about a year. We even planned a meet in Dieppe. But enough of that. I've been to Wimbledon since and seen much tennis. I even shook hands with Pat Rafter one year.
I was fifteen, thank you very much. I'm now an extremely virile 46-year-old. And I've never been a teacher. Harumph!
England’s Cam Norrie got slapped about in the quarters No Brits left, Sir Andy Murray’s achievements become more and more impressive with each passing year of failure. British tennis, and maybe even British sport, will never see his like again.
