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This post was more like the posts I envisaged making about Wimbledon this year, having no idea of the impact the weather and the roof would have.
Wednesday:
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The previous post’s reference to crying was about the women’s finals in grand slams in general. Over the past few years, they’ve been guaranteed to make me sniffly, no matter who wins or how they win (and in a way that the men’s finals don’t). It’s just an awareness of that woman’s achievement at that moment, what it means to her and all the hard work that’s gone into it.
Thursday:
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Wednesday:
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The previous post’s reference to crying was about the women’s finals in grand slams in general. Over the past few years, they’ve been guaranteed to make me sniffly, no matter who wins or how they win (and in a way that the men’s finals don’t). It’s just an awareness of that woman’s achievement at that moment, what it means to her and all the hard work that’s gone into it.
Thursday:
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