Well done Andy Murray, though I wish I could have seen the match. Alas, I was on a train down to London and either the Wi-Fi wasn't very good or my netbook isn't, because it buffered for about five minutes for every ten seconds viewing. I was getting further and further behind. By the time the train reached Euston, I was watching the semi-finals.
   I was lucky to even know the result. I kept edging over to see what other people were doing with their various devices but none of them, it seemed, were tennis fans. One man was obviously doing something highly secret because he gave me a suspicious look and hugged his tablet to his chest. My wife doesn't use her mobile phone so she didn't tell me the result. My daughter, who would usually let me know what was happening, was at some arcane grad ball. In the end my friend from Malta texted me with "The Scottish guy won." I don't mind betting I was the only one on the train who received the news via Malta!
  Note to self: don't plan a train trip on Wimbledon Finals Day next year.