Wimbledon 1978

Wimbledon 1978 in pictures

Extract from Inside tennis – a season on the pro tour by Peter Bodo and June Harrison:

The sign on the railroad platform reads Southfields – alight here for Wimbledon tennis. Upstairs, newspaper vendors crowd the sidewalk, each wearing a sandwich board advertising one exclusive or another pertaining to the chances of “Our Ginny”, “Stormy Ilie”, or “The Mighty Man from Michigan”. A long line of black taxicabs provides transportation to the grounds of the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, two miles away.

Traffic thickens as you approach Wimbledon. Soon you see a long queue that has formed in the predawn hours at the wrought-iron main gate of the club. When the cab pulls up, a ticket tout opens the door and offers a pair of Centre Court seats a twenty-five pounds each. The markup is still a modest 500 percent; by final days the seats will fetch at least £100 each. The fortunate people at the front of the queue have a chance to buy one of the 300 Centre Court seats that are available to the public daily, but the vast majority are waiting to purchase grounds passes that do not guarantee seating anywhere.

If you have tickets or the proper credentials, you pass through the gate beneath the club crest, the green-and-mauve club flag, and the Union Jack. Inside you have a choice of wandering about the field courts, hoping to get close enough to watch part of a match, or going directly to any of several other queues. One is for standing room alongside the Centre Court, another for the handful of seats available for Number One Court. The bleachers at the other six show courts are filled fifteen minutes after the gates open at noon. Many spectators spend the better part of the day standing in line both inside and outside the grounds. The critical attendance point at Wimbledon is 31,000; it is exceeded almost every day.

Every few moments, the main gate swings open to admit a vehicle, usually a delivery truck, a Rolls-Royce bearing royalty, a Wimbledon courtesy car, or a rented limousine carrying players like Connors or Gerulaitis. Over three hundred competitors are eligible for official transportation. A few years ago, the club maintained a fleet of elegant Daimlers to ferry players back and forth from their London hotels. Now the job is left to British-Leyland, which uses fifty sedans and as many drivers. These courtesy cars are painted to advertise the tournament and the automobile company.

Wimbledon is gigantic in spirit, but the grounds cover just about ten acres. Stewards check the ebb and flow of spectators at each court; inside the clubhouse an electronic counting device registers the click of each admission turnstile. Each afternoon, a committee of club men wearing green-and-mauve ties surveys the crowd from the balcony above the main entrance to the Centre Court. They decide whether to keep the gates open or shut them down for the day. Then they adjourn for tea.

The Centre Court is an eight-sided edifice connected to the rectangular Number One Court by a common wall. The complex looks as if it has been pieced together from odd scraps of steel and random slabs of concrete. It is a maze of cream and loden halls and staircases rambling in myriad directions, with ivy-covered walls and window boxes of blue and pink hydrangeas.

The focal point of the grounds is the large scoreboard opposite the Number One Court enclosure. This enormous green panel, which bears the legend of results and the schedule for each court, faces the players’ tearoom. Spectators on the macadam walkway below can look up and spot the contestants through the tall glass windows or on the balcony above.

There is a public dining area near the main gate, flanking a small grassy picnic area. A variety of tents house bookstalls and souvenir shops, a Pimm’s bar and the famed strawberries and cream concession, as well as a gallery of food and beverage concessions built into the side of the Centre Court.

A sloping roof extends over most of the seats in the Centre Court, leaving only the standing room along either sideline exposed to the elements. The roof adds intimacy and turns the most significant piece of sod in tennis history into a stage suitable for Elizabethan drama. Number One Court is covered at both baselines and where the east stand is a towering structure that adds a breathtaking quality to the court. Courts Two, Three, Six, and Seven, directly across from the main enclosure, also have grandstands. The only other show court is Fourteen, in a distant corner of the grounds. The rest of the twenty-three courts are divided by low fences, narrow walkways, and tall hedges reminiscent of the mazelike gardens found on baronial estates.

The Wimbledon field courts, with the steeple of St. Mary’s Church in the background:

Wimbledon 1978

Southfields Station, on the District Line

Wimbledon 1978

One of the few advertisements allowed on the Wimbledon grounds

Wimbledon 1978

Domain of the club members

Wimbledon 1978

The cab rank waiting for the District Line’s Wimbledon train to arrive

Wimbledon 1978

Viewing the field courts from the Centre Court enclosure

Wimbledon 1978

Wimbledon 1978

Setting the lines before play commences

Wimbledon 1978

Wimbledon’s Number One Court, whose ambience rivals that of the renowned Centre Court

Wimbledon 1978

The roofed Centre Court, the most significant fifth of an acre in all of tennis

Wimbledon 1978

Wimbledon’s renowned Centre Court, the Vatican of tennis

Wimbledon 1978

Bjorn Borg serving on the Number One Court

Bjorn Borg, Wimbledon 1978

Ilie Nastase, the most graceful player in the men’s game, serving on the Number One Court

Ilie Nastase, Wimbledon 1978

Borg pausing on the Centre Court

Bjorn Borg, Wimbledon 1978

Virginia Wade, champion of Wimbledon in 1977, the centenary year of the tournament. Her victory was the improbable denouement to a fairy tale for the native of Bournemouth, Sussex

Virginia Wade, Wimbledon 1978

Besides coaching Guillermo Vilas, Ion Tiriac remains a world-class doubles player

Ion Tiriac, Wimbledon 1978

John Patrick McEnroe Jr., in the throes of utter disgust over a lost point

John McEnroe, Wimbledon 1978

John Newcombe, a popular three-time champion at Wimbledon, has not quit yet

John Newcombe, Wimbledon 1978

John Lloyd, who began dating Chris Evert at the 1978 Wimbledon, drained by a match

John Lloyd, Wimbledon 1978

Tom Okker, the Flying Dutchman, chats with Rex Bellamy, the tennis correspondent for The Times of London

Tom Okker, Wimbledon 1978

Mercurial Vitas Gerulaitis, one of the most fancied competitors at Wimbledon

Vitas Gerulaitis, Wimbledon 1978

Wendy Turnbull, a popular Australian, is quite displeased by the state of her game on the changeover

Wendy Turnbull, Wimbledon 1978

Bob Hewitt, the notorious South African, is usually quite displeased by everything

Bob Hewitt, Wimbledon 1978

Cynthia Doerner and Ruta Gerulaitis sharing a laugh, a common sight whenever the two women are together

Cynthia Doerner and Ruta Gerulaitis, Wimbledon 1978

Ted Tinling, the ambulatory archives of the game. It was Tinling who put Gussie Moran in lace panties at Wimbledon in the 1950’s, creating headlines around the world

Ted Tinling, Wimbledon 1978

Martina Navratilova, whose left-handed serve is deadly on the slick Wimbledon lawns, moves in to employ her volley at every opportunity

Martina Navratilova, Wimbledon 1978

Billie Jean King, reaching for all she can get

Billie Jean King, Wimbledon 1978

After twisting her ankle, Martina Navratilova is consoled by her doubles partner, Billie Jean King

King and Navratilova, Wimbledon 1978

Fred Perry commented from the BBC broadcast booth as Bjorn Borg closed in on Perry’s record three consecutive Wimbledon titles

Fred Perry, Wimbledon 1978

King signing autographs

Billie Jean King, Wimbledon 1978

At the entrance to Centre Court

Entrance to Centre Court, Wimbledon 1978

Connors, volleying with the precision that makes him the outstanding attacking player of the 70’s

Jimmy Connors, Wimbledon 1978

Connors down low, to dig out a half-volley with his lethal two-handed backhand

Jimmy Connors, Wimbledon 1978

Chris Evert, concentrating

Chris Evert, Wimbledon 1978

Bjorn Borg, champion for the third consecutive time at Wimbledon. The beard is removed after every tournament

Bjorn Borg, Wimbledon 1978

Martina Navratilova, Wimbledon champion

Martina Navratilova, Wimbledon 1978

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