Monday, June 22, 2009
Sporting moments define my life
It's 30 degrees with a clear blue sky and slight cooling breeze - yet I've just eaten my lunch inside in front of the TV.
Wimbledon starts today and the BBC were showing highlights of last years final between Nadal and Federer.
It's billed as probably the greatest ever final and possibly the greatest tennis match ever. Even watching the highlights and knowing the result I still found myself spellbound and exclaiming aloud when some of the winners were hit.
It made me realise that although my memory has gone to pot I can still vividly recall where I was and what I was doing during epic sporting events.
1975 - The thrilla in Manilla, Ali beats Frazier again
1977 - Nicklaus & Watson at Turnberry, the dual in the sun
1980 - Borg v McEnroe, the 5 setter
1981 - Headingley, Bothams ashes
1985 - The crucible, Davis misses the black and Dennis Taylor is champion
1990 - Turin, England lose to Germany and Gazza can't contain his tears
Thee are all well known and generally regarded as classics but, of course, I have personal favourites too - particularly those I have seen live (Klinsmann's dive, Seve winning the matchplay, Maradonna in a Spurs shirt).
I guess it's a little sad that if someone asks what I was doing in a certain year I immediately search for a sporting reference point but I'd bet my bottom dollar that I'm not alone.