Sunday 14th July 2019 was billed as a sporting blockbuster, destined to go down in the history books of British sport. Lewis Hamilton the favourite to win his home grand prix. Two all-time greats of tennis contesting the final on the greens of Wimbledon. And just a few miles down the road, England taking on New Zealand in the Cricket World Cup final. It was made to be spectacular. Yet you'd have scoffed at even the most convincing of psychics if they'd told you what would unfold in the eight hours subsequent to Chris Woakes' first ball at Lord's. I need not explain. For an avid lover of two of those sports, tennis and cricket - and a previous childhood fascination with F1 too - the day was an emotional rollercoaster for me. Supporting the defeated Roger Federer in a topsy-turvy Wimbledon final, and all the whilst supporting England, victorious by the skin of their teeth. One success of that magnitude was more than satisfying. But the tension drained my em