There are very few occasions when I would recommend watching rather than reading. But let's face it - last night was one of them. Andy Murray. The US Open Final. Five sets.
Words on the page cannot convey the brutal emotional ride that Andy Murray's games often are. And were last night. Who knows how those men were still standing at the end of the match. I wasn't.
Indeed, I'd gone to bed before the end. As the fourth set finished. The match wasn't. But I really was.
I'm drinking my champers in honour of the win today instead. Truly delighted! A great match, a great fight and a great feeling to see AM finally do the deed.
There's nothing else to say. Reading about it is not watching it. But reading about it certainly makes you smile big and wide...