The first thing I saw on Friday afternoon within the grounds of Wimbledon was a melee by Court 14. People jumping and clambering, standing on walls and dangling from plant pots.
What’s going on, I wondered, have they moved the semis to an outside court? The Chinese whispers told me it was Roger Federer at practice.
Being tall can and cannot work in my favour and this time I praised the divine powers for giving me every final inch of my elongated lanky frame as I peered over to see the King himself.