Blaes courts at Dunbar’s Winterfield Road tennis club are a long way from the glamour of SW19, but it was there I set eyes around 20 years ago on the player whose destiny has been fulfilled with a Wimbledon men’s singles title
Andrew Murray, even aged six, was a formidable competitor, striking fear into boys several years older including at those East Lothian Championships, where overflow courts were needed at Dunbar when the North Berwick venue was full.
Anyone who had been around Scotland’s tournament scene in the 1970s – North Berwick, Craiglockhart, Newlands, Montrose, Pitlochry, etc – expected nothing less. Andy’s mum, Judy Murray (née Erskine), had been quite a force both in personality and prowess and now she had sons counting older boy, Jamie.
From the start, Andy Murray was a tiger. Every point was contested, nearly every call challenged. I remember thinking this “wee squirt” (rival tennis parents could be so competitive!) didn’t so much have will-to-win as desperate desire to avoid losing.
It was to take him to the top and being in near the start, albeit vicariously, has made his journey so much more fun for so many of us.