I’ve been eagerly anticipating this day – I plan to do nothing but chill on the sofa, literally from 12pm to 10pm and be the armchair spectator for the culmination of three huge sporting events. Wimbledon Men’s final, the British Grand Prix and closing out the day, the Euro 2016 final. Firstly, the Grand Prix build up. Silverstone is just 30 minutes away from me and the constant buzz of helicopters above my house, transporting celebrities back and forth to the circuit makes you imagine the high life of those fortunate enough to access the pit lane, sipping champagne and meeting all the A-Listers. It really is a most glamorous sport, with Lewis Hamilton playing the role expected of him – the playboy, the big interest in fashion (I won’t say style icon because he so often gets it wrong!!) and his love of music – which he’s hinted he will continue with after F1. Hamilton was seeking his third consecutive win at Silverstone in front of a home crowd and would match Mansell’s record of 4 wins in total there.
With 5 minutes before the start, there was a torrential downpour meaning the race started with the safety car. But Lewis completed an exceptional lap once the safety car went in and led the race from start to finish. Special mention must also go to Max Verstappen, the teenage driver for Red Bull, who made a superb move to overtake Rosberg on lap 16 resulting in 2nd place for him. The British racing fans are very knowledgeable – and Hamilton paid respect to the 135,000 that turned up to see the first Brit of the weekend be crowned a champion.
And so we turn to the Wimbledon final – Murray vs Raonic, the Canadian that knocked out Federer in the Semi’s. 2″ taller and with a huge serve, plus McEnroe behind him, he was to be respected as a dangerous opponent. However, I had this confident feeling that Murray would do it. So much so that when Murray was 2 sets up I was wishing for Raonic to win the third! What is it with us Brits (or is it just me?) that I never want an easy win? I like to be sitting on the edge of my seat – and then see the Brit victorious. I suppose this way it was kinder to my heart that Murray looked supremely fit and played exceptional tennis, making very few unforced errors. As much as it would have been good to see Djokovic and Murray in a fiercely contested battle, I would not have been as confident and am glad that we could enjoy, with relative ease, another British victory on this special Sunday. Murray too could enjoy it more, saying that the first one was like a blur for him and he felt such immense pressure on him that it never felt real. So let’s hope Andy kicked back with his team and let his curly hair down at the Champions dinner.
British tennis was, and is, often criticised for not producing enough talent and it only being for children of parents who have money to fund them on their way, yet on this day when we crowned a British player Men’s singles champion, Heather Watson won the Mixed Doubles final too. We also saw the Men’s and Women’s Wheelchair Doubles’ titles and the Men’s Wheelchair Single title go to British players. That’s an incredible five British champions at Wimbledon! A Super Sunday indeed.
And then the final curtain closed on the month-long Euro football tournament. I wouldn’t be cheering on a British team here – England had embarrassingly bombed out two weeks ago, yet Wales had done the home nations proud, reaching the semifinal for the first time and playing courageously as a team for the whole tournament. But France being the host nation and playing a team that had hardly done anything in their matches – Portugal – I decided I would support France. It was a tough decision to know who to cheer on if I’m honest – not helped by a rather lacklustre game. Seeing Ronaldo leave the pitch broken hearted, due to a heavy knock on the knee and France already having more control of the game, I couldn’t see how Portugal would pull this off without their star player. Apparently, at half time, captain Ronaldo gave the most inspirational speech to his team mates – still influencing the match even off the pitch. It paid off; in extra time Eder headed the winning goal, crushing the spirits of the French fans and silencing the stadium. France could have done with a win, especially after the atrocities that have happened to them in Paris, but alas the fairytale was not to be. I felt a bit of an anticlimax after watching all of this – wondering what I’ll get my teeth in to next. Ah yes, the
Rio Olympics! Only a few weeks to go.