By Moonmoon Ghosh
Andy Murray finally ended Britain’s 77-year-long wait for a men’s Wimbledon champion. It all came together, almost auspiciously–a drought of 77 years, Virginia Wade (who was the last British woman to win the Wimbledon, in 1977), and 7/7, the Sunday Murray made history. A mere coincidence of numbers or something more, but this was the way it was supposed to be and the whole of Britain was happy.
Henman Hill (or Murray Mound, as it is popularly known now), was full of people since 10.30 in the morning. There had been folks who had queued up just to find a place on the lawn, six hours prior to the final. True, Murray made it hard for the people watching–there were moments of frustration and groans of panic when the alst game of the match went on for longer than expected, with Novak Djokovic refusing to cave in meekly. But when the wait did end, Henman Hill exploded like never before. Wild celebrations broke out, couples kissed and hugged each other, joyful expletives filled the air like happy birds. Scottish flags were unfurled, so was the Union Jack. Someone even screamed “Freedom! Freedom!” as the Scot finally clasped the cherished Wimbledon trophy to his chest.
Even as the security guards all around tried to move people away from crowding the stairs and restore some sense of discipline to the otherwise dignified British crowd, it was all in vain. No one cared about anything at that moment in time.
Murray, who couldn’t quite believe what he had achieved (and looked a little dazed with everything around him), rushed up to his box to share his joy with Ivan Lendl (even making the surly American smile). Later at the press conference, Murray said that if it wasn’t for Lendl, he would not have gone on to possibly win the Wimbledon. “He believed in me when a lot of people didn’t. He stuck by through me, over some of the tough losses from last year. He’s been very patient with me. I’m just happy I managed to do it for him.”