The match itself? Well, I guess we’ve all posted our feelings here before. At two sets up, I began to believe, but my faith was tempered by the memory of the US Open the prior September, when Novak fought back from 2-0 down. My doubts seemed justified when the Serb broke serve in the third and seemed to be in charge of the set. Here we go again, all aboard the Great Andy Rollercoaster!
Then Andy fought back, and broke again to lead 5-4 and to serve for the match. Oh my God! Then 40-0! We are on our feet ready to scream in joy at the telly. Well, we all know what happened then! Deuce, advantage Djoko, again and again. Then, the point that symbolises the entire match to me, the second last point when Andy gained his fourth, and successful match point – Andy refused to lose that point. Djoko seemed scared to win it, with a straightforward smash which he didn’t bury, allowing Andy to somehow get it back in play. Again, Djoko’s attempted dropshot was a little too careful, and Andy scampers across court to hit a wonderful, incredible, impossible passing shot to get to MP again! Unbelievable.
Somehow I was calm then. My son tells me that I muttered a prayer. I have no recollection of this whatsoever. Andy’s serve from the Ad court was firm and well placed. Djoko looped it back – some of the crowd thought it was going out but the roar we heard was quickly muffled as the ball dropped safely in play. Andy returns well, more defensively than attacking, , but Novak’s attempted backhand down the line was weak, and caught the top of the net and landed on his own side of the net.
Game, set, match, and championship to Andy Murray!
Thanks for such a magnificent description mickeypops. I don't know how many times I've relived that last game with the same feelings of mounting excitement and near despair. Calm I was not! I don't think I've known a crowd become so hushed when the score went to deuce just when everyone had been so sure that it would all be over, and I remember at 40-30 screaming "for **** sake Andy serve an ace!". After that I was too tense to breathe, never mind scream, and when Djoko's return hit the top of the net I felt a bit like Andy - totally dazed, then I burst into tears of joy and relief. After a bit I phoned a friend who had elected to watch the match elsewhere because he knows what I'm like when it comes to Andy's matches!
I didn't do anything by way of celebration though, but spent the remainder of the day just feeling very, very proud and happy.
My day began a little differently though. I was such a bundle of nerves I just lay in bed until about 20 minutes before the match started! I was just so scared that Andy was going to lose a second consecutive Wimbledon final and what a terrible disappointment that that would be for him not to mention the constant pressure he was going to be under every year until he did win it (which I was sure was only a matter of time). I don't know how much of the match I actually watched since I felt the need to get up and do something every few minutes, but I could tell by the noise from the crowd how the match was going, and that noise sounded pretty encouraging. That they were behind him all the way was obvious and, despite the anxiety I felt, a little voice in my head kept telling me that it was OK, that he was going to win, something I had finally started to believe after he took the first two sets. Also by the third set I could see the frustration in Djoko's eyes while Andy remained calm, cool and collected, on the outside anyway. The crowd too were getting more and more vocal, by Wimbledon standards, in their support. However a match is never over until the last ball has been played .....