IT would have been nice if a Brit had won Wimbledon in the Diamond Jubilee year. That was what everyone wanted, of course, but you can’t always have what you want.

Nevertheless we live in hope so I resigned myself to watch at least some of the match.

It was an effort because I mostly find Wimbledon dull along with, I firmly believe, the rest of the country.

Come on, be honest, how many of you actually watch tennis at any other time?

Obviously, I was cheering Andy Murray on although that was not an easy decision.

To say I’ve never warmed to him is an understatement.

I think it’s his manner, which is not exactly personable. He is not a man comfortable in the spotlight.

While I can sympathise, I fear if you behave as if the reporter asking the questions is wasting your time, then your apparent contempt will appear to be directed towards those watching at home.

Still. He was our man so I was prepared to support him.

And I did feel a little sorry for him when the cameras panned around to the spectators which included the Duchess of Cambridge, the Beckhams, the prime minister and Scotland’s first minster.

So, no pressure Andy, but your country expects.

What I didn’t expect was what happened next. He lost, of course, but he also sat down afterwards and stared at the sky with that wide-eyed look of someone trying desperately not to cry.

I started to feel a bit sweaty along with him.

We’ve all experienced that horrible sensation of trying to keep it together in public at some point.

As he was interviewed it became quickly apparent that, despite his best efforts, he was not going to succeed.

Eventually, between sobs, he managed to choke out his congratulations to his opponent and his thanks to his support squad.

Then he tried to thank his fans – but a big cheer from Murray Mount set the tears off again.

He didn’t really need to say any more because that spoke volumes about how much the support meant to him.

And, in turn, at last we saw a glimpse of the real Andy Murray – and he seemed like a good bloke.

Bizarre really but it can be nice to see a grown man cry.

You didn’t win Andy, but you won me over. So I’ll be there next time – if you are.