What a lovely idea for a thread!
Man,just thinking back on that wonderful day,I'm realizing that in some ways my memories of it-or at least some of it-aren't actually that clear.I mean,it's a day I'll never forget,for obvious reasons!And yet-a lot of it is just this hazy,emotional blur of Andy winning Wimbledon
My day started pretty early-I'd been tossing and turning all night,and finally gave up on sleep altogether around 6.Wasn't surprised though-the same thing had happened the year before too,so I wasn't expecting much sleep.Considered going for a walk on the beach that morning,but decided against it,as I'd done the same thing the morning of '12 final!The day before I went out and bought myself a big bar of Dairy Milk Oreo-whether I'd need it for comfort or celebration I wasn't sure,but either way I was armed!
I had basically planned to devote my whole day to the final and not pay a bit of attention to anything else,but then,to my horror
,I found out that both of my parents were planning on going on a day trip to visit my sister,who was away at the time,and needed me to watch my younger siblings.Not a problem any other time,but not THAT day! I'm not particularly proud of it,but I ended up basically parking them in front of a dvd at the other end of the room for the duration of the match and telling them only to come over to me if they REALLY needed me or wanted to watch the match!
(I'm not a terrible sister,I swear!)
Couldn't settle to anything that day really.Watched the whole build-up cuddling my dog,and came on and off here and twitter,Then,of course,the match itself.I actually don't remember most of it,though I remember how I was feeling at the end of each set-end of set 1,I was already in tears,but my mind was back in the final last year,and the AO final this year,and how he'd won the first set in both,and then gone on to not win.End of second set,couldn't quite believe it was happening,but still terrified-we were up against Mr. King of the Comebacks here!
The we got to the first of the 4 championship points,My little brother came to join me at that point,but left after 2,muttering "Can't take this.Can't watch.Too much pressure!"
I was apparently muttering "please,please please Andy.Just please" at this point!And then when he won-when he won
,I screamed so loudly my dog came running over,barking furiously,thinking something was wrong haha!
Don't remember much of the rest of the day-it's a happy blur of watching every bit of coverage I could find,looking at all the pics,chatting about it on here and twitter,and really thinking of little else!Like Westie,I do remember being on here around 2 am,still looking at all the pics,and marveling over the day with everyone.
A historic,extremely stressful,incredibly emotional,just brilliant