I think I will start writing my Carlos/Novak screenplay because in retrospect the whole match played out like some Hollywood blockbuster, the young pretender, the grizzled old veteran, the first set disaster, the moments of sublime joy and athleticism, the temper tantrums , the gamesmanship, the twenty minute game, the double faults, the referee disputes, the final redemption through dogged determination, the final admission of defeat…….. it really has it all. Shame Harrison Ford is a tad too old to play Novak and I am not sure how Daniel Craig’s backhand is these days, but that can all be sorted out later. Carlos might have to play himself I think.
(I can visualise myself holding that Oscar aloft, turning to the cheering crowds and the press pack, being given an honorary Wimbledon membership in grateful thanks for my achievement.)