Oh God.
You’ve just won your seventh Wimbledon title and your 22
nd Grand Slam event.
It’s a joyous and unforgettable moment, even for someone as decorated as Serena Williams.
You leave an adoring Centre Court behind and make your way back to the locker rooms.
Only who is lurking around the corner?
Cliff Richard.
Yes, Cliff Richard.
Cliff fucking Richard.
In fairness to Serena, she seems pretty happy to see him, but what on earth is he doing lurking on his own in a corridor?
Seriously, what’s going on?
Look at his face for God’s sake.
And the thumbs. Jesus.
Once more in all its glory.
Twitter. That’s where you need to turn at a time like this.
https://twitter.com/Woodywizz/status/751797200989065216
https://twitter.com/J_Jurejko/status/751794135946887169
https://twitter.com/RebelRevell/status/751796795739602944
https://twitter.com/abstex/status/751795732869484545
https://twitter.com/rpxadair/status/751794529280425984
https://twitter.com/kathrynlkane/status/751793286688440320