Russell arrived at the R.K.Khanna Tennis Centre after a hectic 25 minutes in mid morning traffic. Below is an extract from the email sent to Donna regarding getting to see Greg play on the 1st day:
I left the hotel at 8am. The hotel called a taxi for me and a little version of a London cab arrived. The driver was a very nice gentleman and he drove ok. We got to the stadium in about 25 minutes, traffic ok.
The Black & Yellow Taxi Co. |
I phoned the TA guy, Geoff Quinlan, and he met me at Gate 1 and passed me my entry tickets for the day session and the night session. I had with me the blue back-pack with all the sun-screen goodies, caps, t-shirt, an apple from the hotel and 2 bottles of water. I had to go to Gate 12 to get into the grounds. And security is very, very, very, very good - soldiers everwhere outside the ground, behind gun positions, others walking around, all armed. I went to Gate 12 where there was a crowd of people, mainly volunteers and ushers. The gates open 90 mins before play begins at 10am, it is 8.35am, so perfect. One of the ushers noticed me in the crowd and advanced me to the front of the queue. Excellent, but I felt like another sausage being sqeezed into an already full sausage roll, They give you only enough room, actually a little less than enough. At the front of the queue, the ticket person and an army lady say " No cameras" - and mine is hanging from my neck.
Colourful "dunnie" outside ground |
"No kidding" I say. And she says it says so on the back of the ticket (in small print). Hell, I only got the ticket 5 minutes ago so what would I know. "Ok" I say and retreat and then call poor old Geoff Quinlan from TA again. He comes to Gate 1 again and says he will take camera, but an army guy says no way. So Geoff says he will come out of the ground and, as he has accreditation, he will take my bag and camera, etc. through security. I am to meet him at Gate 6.
Well I can get no-where near Gate 6 due to blocked road/access from security/army. No accreditation - no go. "Go away, across the road" says army guy with rifle. I go.
I phone Geoff. He says no problem, he will walk down to corner and meet me there. Nice guy Geoff. I wait and while waiting I read back of ticket. It does not say anything about not being able to take a camera into the ground. I does say " any images taken can only be for personnel use." Anyway I was not going to point that out to the illiterate gate personnel. Then Geoff phones - security will not let him go out, can't meet me. But hold on, because he is speaking to a guy from the British Police, from Scotland Yard. I wait.
Then another army guy approaches me. I am standing near the corner where the guy told me to retreat. He is an elderly army guy, who asks me what I am doing. I tell him and then Geoff calls and says the policeman from Scotland Yard is coming out to meet me, and will get the camera and my backpack. The small print said " no handbags, no food, no bottled or canned drinks" so basically I could not take anything in with me.
Gate 12 Entry (Volunteers in white & red) |
Games Mascot & Logo |
Court 1 view & security |
I put the money in a plastic bag and tell him that honestly it is not worth it, throw it away, give it to the poor, I don't want it back. "You sure?" he says bewildered. "Yep" I convince him, gather up my stuff and head for the Stadium. In at last.
Games Banners at Stadium |
Get to the ticket office. Yes I need a ground pass, and yes it is complimentary if I have a Centre Court ticket, but can I wait 10 minutes, the tickets have not yet arrived. Gob smacked, I say "No mate, my son plays in less than 20 minutes, I need to get in now." Much head-shaking later he says "Ok, go with these two fellas, they will explain the ticket situation to the usher and get me to centre court". I go back throught the entry, past the bewildered people who denied me entry earlier when I had the camera, then granted me entry later, sance camera. third time for them. Head for the scanners again, but the two guys I am with take me to the left, I am supposed to go right. They get to the scanner and are told their accrediation is for entry at Gate 8 only, and I must go through the ones on the right. Only thing is - I have already entered, so can't go in again! Try and explain the situation but no-go. Then I spot the "Ultimate" soldier, the Captain and call him to come to me. He looks up quizzically, as if to say "How did you get there, aren't you inside" and says "Do you want your coins" and heads off to get them. I shout out "No No, leave the coins, just come here please." He is confused. Asks me what the problem is. I explain - yada yada yada - need ground pass, no ground passes available, can't get in again, my escorts can't get in. He comprehends, has a pow-wow with others, gets us all in - but have to go through scanner again. They tell me I have to "de-activate" my I-phone. I willingly turn it off and head, with my two escorts, to the stadium...
"Pass Gate" - Court 1 beyond |
\Games Tennis Mascot |
Nope - letter of the law, need ground pass. The two "escorts" tell him the story. Nope, need the pass to get to Court 1. I tell him my son is playing. He understands, he sympathises but " No pass, no get in". Yes it is not my fault. They have not yet received the passes and thereofore cannot give me one, even though it is complimentary, but they can't let me in. Soldier says the same thing and all the time everyone is friendly, everyone is smiling. I hear Greg hitting up. It is now 10:10 am. I try to reason with them, Their faullt, not mine. If I could get a pass I would, etc. etc.
An Indian guy with accreditation is standing there listening. He says to me "Tell me your name and I will be able to help you"."How?" I ask. He says " I am a journalist"
"Thanks" I say, " but I do not wish to speak to the media."He understand, but wants to know who my son is.
"No" I say politely " I don't want to get the media involved." He politely nods and backs away but still listens in.
Eventually the usher relents. Go. Wow! I can go in - off I head. Just going up the steps, at the top of the landing, can see Greg hitting-up. Soldier calls me. Come back, you may not go in. You are kidding. I reluctantly go back. "What, why?" I ask. "No" soldier shakes his head, "can't go in".
It has been and hour-and-a half now, in the heat, luckily a lot in the shade, and no water. I sink to my knees and then lay on the ground. No way. I think - I'd better not do a Damir Dokic, so I get up and go back behind the fence. The usher shrugs his shoulders, he tried. The stony faced soldier says No go. No pass, no go. View of Court 1 |
Signage - no merchandise |
Ok all is good, says Gary , I can go to Court 1. But...
"Wait 2 minutes" says the soldier, "someone is coming to tell me in person it is ok". Gary just rolls his eyes. A lieutenant arrives, talks to soldier and in we go, my new escort, Gary and I - after I thanked other two escorts and usher for their help.
It is now 10:45 and Greg is 2 love up. My son, God Bless him, he takes so long to start a match. Gary comes and sits with me and says he will watch a bit of the match now he is here. He is impressed by Greg's size and build. I sit down, say hi to Peter Luczak and Matt Ebden. Gary says to me, "Look out for your back pocket." Sunblock is running out of my pocket. I put it in there. I have no bag but have a wallet, a phone, roll-on, a cap and a tube of sunblock. Gary laughs and pulls out his 1st aid kit and hands me some tissues. (Mine are in the bag in Greg's locker).
Information & Ground Pass Tents |
He says to me: "Looks like I'll have to rescue you for the third time in a morning."
I clean up, re-applying sun block along the way. I now have a sunblock self-dispensing pocket. Every time I sit down it oozes out my pocket. Great for re-applying sunblock.
Gary also had a massive camera - so he took some photos of Greg and said he will email them to us. Good old Scotland Yard.
Luckily I took my chill pills this morning. Eventually, as is the Indian way, I got to watch Greg play.
Greg on Court 1 |
A less persistent person may not have got there.
So if you get a call from Gary from Scotland Yard, who says he is coming to stay, with us, in Manly - just say "How long Gary and can I buy you dinner?"
Now you know why I could not tell you by SMS.
The tennis stadium is good but to Indian standards.
Later took Greg to meet the soldier "Chander". Chander shook his head, then shook Greg's hand, then mine. He then told me ground passes are now available, please get one. Time now about 1:30pm. I went and got one. Irony is, they stopped asking for the passes and just let everybody through freely.
Don'tyajustluvit.
After Greg's match whilst wandering back to Centre Court and wondering where the food outlets and merchandise outlets were, I spotted a sign "Food Concessions" so went into this hall only to be confronted with a row of fold-up tressle tables, behind which were a row of four empty drinks fridges. Can't bring food or drinks into the ground, can't buy them in the ground! Told by staff that it had not arrived yet, but they did give me a free bottle of water.
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Food Hall/Outlet |
Whilst watching Hanley/Rodianova Greg went to have lunch and said he would see if he could get me a roll. 'No sweat" I said, "I won't die if I miss one meal". He called later and said he had a plate of hot food for me. I met him and went into the "food concession" place. It was the quickest meal I have ever eaten, in case somebody came an told me I could not, or confiscated it.
Spot the mohawk & badges |
Time for me to go.
Tomorrow will be a lot smoother.
Love you and miss you
Your "Indian shake-your-head-no-go" Russ
Match report to follow
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