You will find most Britons this week walking a little taller, smiling a little wider, enjoying life that little bit more. After 77 years of waiting, a Briton has again claimed the Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Championship. In a straight sets 6-4, 7-5, 6-4 victory, Andy Murray won the title over world number one Novak Djokovic. Not since Fred Perry’s 1936 heroics — and despite many near misses and heartache between — has the golden cup been raised by a Briton.
Yes, Scottish nationalists will take delight in pointing out that Murray is actually from Dunblayne and that the drought at the All-England Club actually continues for those south of Hadrian’s Wall — but that is just light-hearted banter from all who take pride in Murray’s achievement. The win complements his Olympic gold, also won at Wimbledon, and it is clear that he has talent on the grass court: Djokovic has never beaten him on grass, nor, indeed, has Murray ever dropped a set to the top seed on the natural surface. So well done Murray. Another record has been broken — at last. And that last game seemed to last seven decades as well. It was worth the wait.
