Those girls with nerves of steel,
I wonder how their hearts don’t jump
Right out from ribs that cage their love
For sport that most us mortals can
Just dream of reaching in our sleep,
But sitting on our sofas here,
We cover eyes and whisper prayers
That she will win the game
And win the set and win the match!
I have the tennis on in the background, but I can barely lift my eyes to watch it. This is the first time in a very long time that a British woman has made it to a Grand Slam final and we all want Emma to win so badly.
But how they are both holding their nerve, I have no idea. They are both such young women and they are more composed than I am sitting here on the sofa. What a pair of legends they are both going to be over the coming years.