Wimbledon has always been more than just a tennis tournament for me; it’s been a sanctuary of tradition, elegance, and pure joy. For over a decade before the world changed with COVID, I never missed a single Grand Slam. My heart belonged to Wimbledon, mostly for my love of Roger Federer and partly because of my deep passion for tennis.

As I walked through the hallowed grounds of the All England Lawn Tennis Club this year, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The signature purple and pink flowers were in full bloom, adding to the beauty and sophistication that Wimbledon is known for. These colours, woven into the very fabric of the tournament, have always felt like a reflection of its timeless elegance. But this year, something was different. My heart broke when I saw Federer sitting amongst the spectators, a position unimaginable for the maestro who once ruled these very courts.

Memories of past tournaments flooded my mind—the thrill of watching Federer’s graceful play, the tension of match points, and the euphoria of his victories. Each visit to Wimbledon was an experience, from the simple pleasure of strawberries and cream to the luxurious indulgence of exquisite wines at the posh hospitality restaurants. We secured debenture passes on lucky days, savouring every moment in the best seats. On others, we queued up like everyone else, the anticipation and camaraderie making the wait worthwhile.

Wimbledon’s unmatched sophistication resonates with Roger Federer. His presence on the grass courts, his fluid movements, and his sportsmanship embodied the very spirit of this grand event. Seeing him now, a spectator is a stark reminder that time spares no one, not even the greatest.

Yet, amidst this heartache, there’s a comforting realisation. Life goes on, and champions come and go, but the All England Lawn Tennis Club remains with all its glory and traditions. The purple and pink flowers will continue to bloom, the strawberries and cream will be savoured, and the legacy of Wimbledon will endure, for there will not be another Federer.

As I walked away, I held onto hope—hope that this tradition, so deeply rooted in history and elegance, stays forever—and hope that someday, in some way, we might see Federer back on these courts, not just as a spectator but as a part of Wimbledon’s timeless legacy.