Here comes the rain again
Another day, another downfall. As Wimbledon suffered with more morning biblical weather, the players went in two-by-two, but no hurrah (and some quicker than others, the No 13 seed, Beatriz Haddad Maia, almost being smothered by the on-rushing tarpaulin). Fans did their best to keep dry, taking black cabs for the less-than-a-mile distance from tube station to tournament and emergency purchases of £29 caps. Perhaps the classiest effort, however, came from Monica, holding a sodden copy of the FT above her head.
