Wimbledon | At the All England Club, the magic begins even before the wrought iron gates open for public entry, before the tennis nuts drag their tents and camper chairs out to queue for tickets. No need to wait for Monday morning, if you’re lucky enough.
And if you are lucky enough, a lifelong sense of misdirection might lead you away from where you were trying to go and in another direction entirely, toward one hell of a practice session. There, Novak Djokovic and Andy Murray might be thwacking the ball back and forth in a genial, competitive manner, as they were on Saturday. Lest you think this is a common occurrence these days, it is not.
