Wimbledon is a tournament apart. If fourteen days of surveying its manicured courts in search of its great traditions and its little quirks were not enough to convince you, winning the tournament would convince you of it. As soon as the match ball is played, the winner no longer belongs to himself. He enters into something bigger than his personal record: the history of Wimbledon, and therefore of tennis. And you can trust the members of the All England Club on this point: the path is perfectly marked.
To reread:Ashleigh Barty, a quest steeped in history
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