It would be borderline criminal not to say a few words of congratulations to Andy Murray after his emphatic win against the world number one Novak Djokovic to lift the 2013 Wimbledon trophy. It was so great a moment that the few hours of sun-bathing that was missed was soon forgotten in the euphoric feeling of being part of a nation celebrating in a moment of history. The straight sets victory completely abolished all British pessimism so quickly that everybody was left bewildered and shocked. Even King Leonidas was left lost for words in the crowd. Only, Ivan Lendl, who has without doubt instilled a belief and steel into the Scot, sat with a knowing smile on his face. To be honest, if I had turned a nearly-man into a Wimbledon champion I would be smiling too.
Aside from football, Tennis is the one sport which I have watched all my life and actually care about. Having sat through a countless number of footballing disappointments and having watched potential British tennis heroes come and go (bow your head in shame Mr Henman), it was a brand new feeling for me to see my tennis hero win the home trophy.
I know there are some that do not like Murray’s dry humor and on court temper. But I can still remember Murray’s Wimbledon debut as a skinny and unconditioned hopeful. Since then, I have watched him grow and mature into the man who in my eyes will be number one this time next year, which has been a great experience and reminds me why I love the sport and respect the physical nature of the modern game.
Whether Murray will go on to win many more titles, or whether he will be hindered by the likely resurgence of Djokovic or perhaps a rising star, it is clear that his ability now has been fine-tuned through necessity. With Nadal, Federer and now Djokovic with such a stranglehold on the game, Murray had to find a way to become unplayable when at his best. I think he is close to it, and the set-long blips of a couple of years ago now last just a few games in which time Murray sharpens his focus and regains his composure.
Credit must of course be given to Lendl, but Murray still holds the racket and all plaudits must surely go to the man that has thrown this sporting monkey off the back of the nation. I am just looking forward to watching the next 12 months of tennis from Andy Murray, and to avoid any “the shackles are off” clichés, it feels that indeed the best is yet to come from the 26 year old Wimbledon champion.