Wimbledon Has a Certain Feel to It

It’s hard to explain unless you’ve grown up with it, or around someone who did.

Wimbledon isn’t about fashion or status.
It’s about that calm atmosphere. The silence before a serve. The way the whole crowd pauses together.
It feels deliberate. Still. Measured. And somehow… respectful.

My grandfather watched it like a religion. Played a bit too, nothing spectacular though, but once Wimbledon was on, you’d think the Pope was serving. Shirt always tucked in, espresso on the table, no one dared speak until the set was over. He had this weird respect for the game that made it feel bigger than just sport.

There’s a certain kind of quiet class around Wimbledon that’s hard to find anywhere else.
You can feel it through the screen. It makes you want to sit up straighter.

And if you’re lucky enough to go?

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Cream pleated trousers, a black knit polo, suede loafers, maybe a light jumper over the shoulders if the wind picks up.
Clean. Comfortable. Presentable. The kind of outfit that doesn’t need explaining.

As for me? I’ll be watching from home again this year, resale tickets aren’t cheap, and I’d rather not upset my landlord.
But every July, I still make time for it. Because Wimbledon just has a feel to it and I like what it reminds me of.