I have to say there is a wonderful sense of joy and satisfaction in being right all along about our Andy. Just as there was an overwhelming sense of everything being right in the world when he held that golden cup aloft. He so deserved it and yet, in taking his time in such an intensely difficult era, he made winning Wimbledon such a very important and dignified occasion. He was ready, simple as. He's worked his socks off, hand-picked his team, stayed loyal to his family and friends, not sucked up to the establishment and media, made difficult decisions about his coaches, and stayed amazingly single-minded while going about his dedicated business.
For those of us who've been behind him every step of the way it is impossible to believe that so many people couldn't see what was so obvious to us - Andy is an absolute superstar made even more appealing because of his reticence to push himself into the limelight and so down to earth and genuinely humble. How he does it is a mystery - with his talent, looks, build, sense of fun and intelligence it would be oh-so-easy to go down the primrose path that some other successful sportsmen have taken. He is, as Petch often says, very special indeed.
The pride and joy experienced by the whole country last Sunday is as nothing when compared to the emotions experienced bv Andy's fiercely loyal, longstanding true supporters. He's become one of the family for us, we play out every point with him, share the happiness when he wins and the sadness when he loses. We know just by looking at him that something isn't right, and then we recognise instantly when he begins to restore order halfway through a match and goes into one of his purple patches when he hits the ball in a way no human being has a right to.
It's like we know him and the guys around him. And we do, from a tennis perspective. And yet, somehow, remarkably, Andy has managed to protect his and their private lives in a media-crazed world. He hasn't put a foot wrong, his timing is perfect. His arrival as Wimbledon champion was written, it was inevitable. With so many Federer/Nadal worshippers (public and media) crowing about Wimbledon losing much of its appeal following their early departures, it fell to Andy Murray, the reluctant hero, to take on the mantle of King of Wimbledon. And, boy, did he just! He owned Centre Court and the Centre Court crowd. The global media fell at his feet.
This was no ordinary Wimbledon champion, not that any of them are. This was the Special One. The one we'd all been waiting for. Andy's dream (and ours) came true - this was the one he'd been waiting for too. He had the look of an heir-expectant the previous Saturday when, as the reigning Olympic champion, he'd surveyed his kingdom from the royal box, and thus history was made and the waiting was over. The biggest prize in individual sport going to the nicest guy in the world.