If you can dream and not make dreams your master.
If you can meet with triumph and disaster.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken.
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken.
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue.
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you.
If you can fill the unforgiving minute.
With 60s worth of distance run.
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it.
And which is more.
You’ll be the one.
There is only one Wimbledon.