THE IRISH TIMES: It has always been at the heart of the English summer and endearingly also a long standing metaphor for July rain. It has come to define a fortnight section of the holidays like no other sport. The grounds and character and behaviour every year lift the covers ever so slightly on certain aspects of the proudly self contained English mindset.
The Wimbledon fans are endless droves of good natured, obedient Brits, cheerily violence and aggression free. Each morning when the gates are opened at 10.30am, two honorary stewards with a stretch of plastic chain walk slowly up the south concourse between the courts to the communal areas. A respectful crowd of several hundred slowly walk behind them like mourners, diligently obeying the rules of no running.