Especially from Fried Shrimp. An Article written by a sports journalist I greatly respect. If you still don't get it after this I give up!
"Seventy-two years and counting. But if Great Britain's last representative in a Wimbledon men's singles final now stands a lifespan away, it was a wait measured on Friday not by decades, but fleeting moments.
The summary manner in which Rafael Nadal dismissed Andy Murray to ensure the host nation's prayers for a home-grown champion would not be answered were down as much to the Spaniard's split-second timings as his searing force.
The statistics did not tell the story: Murray fired six more winners than his opponent, but was left flailing in the slipstream of a player who, like Pete Sampras before him, has the uncanny ability to raise his game at crucial times.
As shots of sun strobed through the clouds over Centre Court, occasionally illuminating the same place where Bunny Austin last held court on the tournament's final Sunday in 1938, Nadal's knack kept the host nation in the shadows.
First the series of ferocious forehands which flung Murray hopelessly around the court in the long eighth game of the second set as the Scot tried desperately to convert one of two all-too-rare break point chances.
Then Murray's solitary set point opportunity in the tie-break, saved by Nadal with an audacious, lunging stop-volley at the net, the likes of which few previous proponents of the clay-court surface can ever have played.
And finally, the moments in the 10th game of the third set when, with Murray serving to stay in the match, Nadal returned with such strength and accuracy that the home favourite collapsed to his second consecutive Wimbledon semi-final defeat.
Nadal folded to his back in celebration, just as he had two years when he finally announced his status as an all-time great for the ages when he overcame Roger Federer in that unforgettable final in the Centre Court gloom.
But with the match clock ticking towards its final match time of two hours and 21 minutes, there was little surprise that he broke again at the crucial moment, having already clawed back from Murray's break in the first game of the third set.
Murray-mania, which had been stoked up from the start of the tournament and gathered momentum especially as Nadal struggled through early round five-setters and Federer was beaten by Tomas Berdych, was hardly given the chance to take hold.
Murray had pumped his fist and roared a 'Come On!' after winning the very first point of the match. But it seemed less a cry of impending victory and more relief at having at least got something on the board against the phenom on the other side of the net.
They slugged it out like heavyweight boxers, punching line after line with unerring accuracy, but always, always, there was the sense that Nadal would find the line that mattered, the point that would turn the tie in his favour.
Even when Murray broke in the first game of the third set, that feeling didn't lift. As the set progressed, Nadal grew stronger and began to threaten. Murray by contrast faded, his first serve percentage fluctuating beneath 50%.
Murray could point to some ill fortune, in particular the Nadal passing shot which clipped the net and dropped in deep into the second set tie-break, giving the Spaniard the break point he converted for a two-set lead.
But inches were not the measurement by which to judge Friday's contest. The feeling was still that Nadal would have found enough extra to rebound from a second set loss, that it would have simply delayed his march into a fourth Wimbledon final.
Perhaps he will never go on to master the surface sufficiently to challenge the amazing records of the likes of Sampras and Federer before him, but Nadal certainly deserves recognition as one of the grass-court greats.
Twelve months ago as the reigning champion sat out of Wimbledon there was talk of injuries which could cripple his career, and major doubts whether he would ever return to be the swashbuckling force of old.
Unthinkably, Nadal went 11 months without a tour title. But a stunning return to form in the summer clay-court season earned him back the number one ranking and marked him out once again as the man Murray would have to beat to end the wait.
He couldn't, but according to the ever-generous Nadal, Murray's maiden Grand Slam victory is overdue. Once the fog of disappointment lifts from his shoulders, the Scot will surely take positives from yet another near-miss.
Perhaps when Wimbledon rolls around again next year, Murray will be the one in the ascendancy, master of the crucial moments in a match which will ultimately decide his destiny. It is, after all, all about timing"