The drought is over. On Sunday, Andy Murray became the first British (He’s Scottish, still counts) male to win Wimbledon in 77 years, the first since Fred Perry in 1936. Other than England winning the World Cup in 1966, this is most significant single sporting moment in the country’s history. Murray did win the men’s tennis singles gold medal in last year’s London Olympics – coincidentally held at Wimbledon – but winning the Grand Slam tournament itself means so much more.
Murray should’ve been knighted by the Queen on Centre Court right then and there. He wasn’t, but it’s coming. He now becomes one of the biggest celebrities in the country and finally has lifted the weight of a weary tennis nation off his back. The pressure is gone, now he can see how many Wimbledons he can win. (Sounds like LeBron). When Novak Djokovic netted a ball on match point the entire stadium, and the thousands of people watching on a screen perched on “Murray Mound,” erupted in probably the loudest cheer that the sport of tennis has ever heard. Every point that Murray won was like someone turned the volume up to 11.
Murray hugged his family, his trusty coach Ivan Lendl (who actually, genuinely smiled, twice) and paraded his gold trophy in and around the court, periodically looking upwards and sighing as if he still couldn’t believe that he had won.
Obviously, Murray was the top story around the world, especially in Great Britain. The photo at the top of this article is the best I saw over the weekend, but here are some more:
Andy Murray, while not English, has won both the Gold medal and Wimbledon in consecutive years, tipping the Internet’s now-famous Andy Murray-o-Meter to officially, as of today, name him 100 percent British.
He’s actually so British that he even makes Prime Minister David Cameron and his cronies chuckle.
“Jolly good show, ole boy. A real cracking defeat of that Continental European.”
“Aye, sir. I tried mah best. It was pretty grreeaattt.”
I assume that people in Great Britain still speak in this manner.