15 Love. 30 Love. 40 Love. Deuce. Game, Set and Match!
Those were just a few words which were swirling around my mind. I wasn’t sick of the constant repetition of sounds but charmed by the sweet melody a.k.a the sympthony to my ears (okay… maybe I’m exaggerating just a little bit). The main point is, as the match progressed I just become much more intrigued with the players and I found myself falling in love with the sport (ooops… I sound like my mother).
If you don’t understand what I was saying above, I would recommend you refresh your mind and start reading here. Essentially, I was attempting to imbed a variety of linguistic devices to compliment the games I watched at Wimbledon on Friday 4th July. Yes… quite simply, I had the opportunity to go to Wimbledon and watch many different matches in the ground courts because my amazingly fantastic friend Dilara asked me to accompany her to the event. Frankly, I felt very excited and happy because she basically presented me with another opportunity to experience some thing new and add another great event to my list of life long memories.
Initially, we aimed to meet at 8:30 however, I – being a clumsy clot – overslept and didn’t wake up until 8. Then, I rushed to get ready and didn’t meet her until 9 (which is pretty impressive if you ask me). From there we travelled via bus and tube all the way to Wimbedon where our magical journey began.
We were welcomed by the staff through the gateways of heaven to a gorgeous reception of greenery. The hill lay up ahead and in front of us were many people who were making their way towards it to watch matches on the big screen. Throughout the day the weather was unbelievably hot and it made us very weak and tired but we managed to watch a range of matches whilst constantly moving about.
We watched the females doubles, females singles and caught a glimpse of many of the men’s doubles.
All the different matches were exciting in their own way and that’s what made them interesting.
The experience of witnessing the action upfront was irreplaceable. The enthusiasm in both the players and the audience was contagious because by the end of the day I wanted to start playing Tennis.
Overall I couldn’t be any more thankful for being able to enjoy my day for the time it lasted. We went home at 16:00 which was a great time; although we couldn’t see the main stars e.g. Djokovic. The day was amazing regardless. I was very lucky to have this chance since many people dream about tickets for Wimbledon and still don’t get them.
So before I end this blog post, I would like to say THANK YOU to both my school and Dilara for allowing me to have this opportunity. Without whom I would have just been sitting at home doing nothing productive.