Following my Wimbledon post, what a treat to admire Jo Konta, mature and focused (and object of patriotism—confused, in some less enlightened quarters). Only the stately Venus was worthy to vanquish her, and in the final the sunny Garbine Muguruza made a suitably classy victor in turn.
Just remind me who said women’s tennis (read: sport) was boring? More on the perennial sexism debate:
And after my remarks on the Beeb’s commentary team, don’t forget Beethoven’s Wimbledon adventure.