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My Wimbledon experience

At last, I succeeded to enter the centre court at Wimbledon albeit only at the very end (5.30 PM) through ticket re-sale. By this time, both the ladies quater final matches got over. Earlier, I was able to watch Conchita Martinez, Leander Paes, Amelie Mouresmo (at a distance) and Amritaraj brothers. The ticked I got was for stadium entry (£ 16) through which I can watch any matches except in Centre Court, Court 1 and 2.
The interesting experience was during Venus Williams and Mary Pierce match in centre court. I along with my friends were watching Paes in court 3 jsut behind the centre court. However, there was an electronic scoreboard on display to relay live scores and we constantly updated on the happennings through that board. For every point there is a lag between the completion of a point and for changes to take place in the scoreboard. It was quite frustrating but I found a 'fool proof' method to guage who won the point in a rally, especially during the tie-break. Every time, Mary Pierce from France won a point against Venus Williams from USA, the crowd erupted in huge applause. However, when Venus won a point the response was 'OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh'. This was for the first time I could witness the biased support against Williams sisters . People offered many reasons for the biased support. However, I think the reason is obvious and for 'political correctness' I would not like to state it now.


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