![]() Match two saw a seamless win over Filip Krajinovic, well played, well behaved. ‘Why is this most cretinous player at Wimbledon?’ asked a UK tabloid, a not entirely unfair query. Match one against the journeyman Paul Jubb gave us an average showing from a Kyrgios more focused on outing a line judge as a snitch, wittering incessantly to the umpire and, allegedly, spitting towards a spectator. Just consider what Canberra’s finest has brought with him. That he is the first man in the Open era to receive a bye into the final, courtesy of Rafael Nadal’s injured abs, is merely the icing on a fortnight that simply gets ever more surreal. And now the cards, and in the most jumbling of ways, are falling his way. Nick Kyrgios, our man of many characters, is one win from becoming Wimbledon champion, the 13th Aussie male if he makes it.īut it is baggage and not bad luck that has enveloped him these championships. But Kyrgios will charm her undoubtedly (you suspect that, secretly, Kate too will relish the intro.) Kyrgios will face Novak Djokovic or Cameron Norrie on Sunday. Instead, the Duchess will come face to face with a miscreant of another mould altogether after Sunday’s presentations. His bearing and behaviour can fluctuate wildly, and there is some irony in that Wimbledon removed the Russians from its tournament, in part, to save the Duchess of Cambridge (Kate, the patron of the All England Club) from the debasement of meeting Moscow’s Daniil Medvedev should he reach the final. It is an adage that targets Kyrgios well. Should Kyrgios glance up, he will see the famous Rudyard Kipling quote of meeting triumph and disaster with equanimity. A film cameraman records all in one long tracking shot.Īt the corridor’s end, the party will turn left and descend a flight of stairs adorned by a couple of large oak banisters – there for the overly nervy perhaps – before pausing before the doors that open directly onto Centre Court. It is a gladiatorial stroll as the finalists, led by a master of ceremonies, shuffle down the long first floor corridor stuffed with trophies and photographs of past champions. ![]() If he is not already daunted by the prospect of the biggest match of his life, then the walk through the ivy-clad clubhouse to Centre Court will reinforce the enormity of the occasion. The Wimbledon singles final is a shrine not just to the best tennis players on earth but to history and heritage and, as its members see it, to class.
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