I remember my days in England when Wimbledon comes around. It means summer is back and I'II be in the midst of a three months university break. Back then, Bjorn Borg was the star player. I would watch him on TV, marveling at his tennis artistry. Then one summer, a new star in the name of John McEnroe emerged. He would rage and shout his way to the title, a complete contrast to the ice cool Borg. The two weeks of Wimbledon would soon be over. The days would start to get cooler and colder, a sure sign that summer is over.
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