Stop the clocks, lob the history books onto the fire. Pinch yourself, and then again.
To be British and in love with sport in this age is to be blessed beyond the dreams of our long-suffering ancestors.
In the space of 12 months we have witnessed the nation’s greatest Olympics, its first ever winner of the Tour de France and now, in Andy Murray’s crowning as Wimbledon men’s singles champion, the greatest hoodoo of all blown apart in glorious, giddy style.
Read it all.
(BBC) Andy Murray, finally, wins Wimbledon
Stop the clocks, lob the history books onto the fire. Pinch yourself, and then again.
To be British and in love with sport in this age is to be blessed beyond the dreams of our long-suffering ancestors.
In the space of 12 months we have witnessed the nation’s greatest Olympics, its first ever winner of the Tour de France and now, in Andy Murray’s crowning as Wimbledon men’s singles champion, the greatest hoodoo of all blown apart in glorious, giddy style.
Read it all.