“Pssst.” The security staff here don’t do a lot of talking. The job of guarding Centre Court seems to be only a little less serious than standing sentry on Whitehall. But this guard, standing to attention outside the media centre in his blue peaked cap and freshly pressed jacket, has something to say to his colleague three feet away.
“Pssst,” he whispers from the side of his mouth. “Rashford’s starting.” His colleague shifted his eyes right while keeping his head straight ahead. “Rashford? Not Gordon?”
