Andy! No longer the forever never, the chaser of destiny, now the Titan of Tennis, the King Of All England!…
Okay there were a few drinks to go with the cheers, but this is more than just another reason for another round. I can’t stop smiling; smiling for him, smiling for what he has given us.
We were a nation of expectant losers, the hopeless with pride in the loss.
Sometime over the past couple of years and our dreams of winning seemed to become more than simple want, we started to forget to doubt, we dared to hope. Maybe one day we’ll complete the circle and reach that strange arrogant state of expecting to win. Like Brazilians at the world cup..
Ta, Andy! Every Scot has always secretly wished they were Brazilian at some point..