Each year that I go to the Lawn Tennis Championships at Wimbledon, I promise myself that it will be my last. And each year at around this time, I find I have almost forgotten just how mediocre and irritating Wimbledon can be.
It’s not the tennis that’s poor, although the constant diet of serve and volley that characterises the men’s game on grass does become a little tedious. It’s not even the weather, although why anyone would build a new Number One Court without a weatherdome such as the one in Australia – a hot country – escapes me. No, it’s everything else that comes with tennis at Wimbledon; especially if, like me, you are a debenture holder.
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