My husband put a bottle of champers in the freezer as Andy came out to serve for the match. Unfortunately, in all excitement of the win he forgot all about it. During the night we were both woken up with a bang - we got up and looked around but couldn't find what had caused it so thought it must have come from outside. The next day I went to get something from the freezer and found that we had a lot of broken glass and a lot of very expensive ice crystals!
Love that story!
I watched with my daughter, my son, his girlfriend and her mother (her father had to work, and Mr E prefers to leave us to it). I was the calm ( but excited) one as I went with my usual plan, based on experience, which is not to worry until Andy is a set and a break down. I'd had my first ever visit to Wimbledon a few days earlier and watched the Verdasco match from the hill - when he'd gone down two sets, but still won, so was feeling strangely confident.
We heard neighbours cheering along with us, we held hands around the room when it got to match point. And held hands again, and again, and again until that amazing last game was over. Then we hugged, celebrated and opened the fizz. Somehow it all seemed completely natural - what it had all been leading up to.
Little did I know that the next day I'd be tapping Andy on the arm, and saying "congratulations" to the man himself. All that is in the "your photos" section.