If you didn't get the chance to watch any of the Federer / Nadal Final, you were lucky. You were lucky because watching something so closely fought, so closely matched is not good for your health.

It makes you sick, sick in a way that only good sporting occasions can.

My blood boiled, my heart missed a few beats, and my screams and shouts (which are prevalent in most sports) were lost, quiet, deathly silent.

I have to admit I am not a big tennis fan. I watched Wimbledon when I was young, and got a bit excited when Tim ‘the sad looking fist shaker' Henman got so close, but not really close.

I used to play a bit when I was young, and part of me yearns to play more (to be honest I'll play any sport if you pay me).

Yesterday was a bit special, I listened to the first couple of sets on the radio and then went out to the deer park. Obviously there was a rain delay, but it almost felt like it had to be like that, it had to have the weather play an extra part in the drama.

We got home and they were playing the fourth set.

It was like watching a chess game played by the best, at their peak.

Two men, so evenly matched, so incredibly desperate for victory, it was a feast for the eyes.

Each shot, so precise, there was a part of you that asked if the game would ever finish. Federer, the preppy boy, never seemed to sweat, and Nadal, who so blatantly has OCD, but in sport it is called ‘Focus' is so entertaining to watch.

It was the longest Wimbledon final ever (over 5 hours) and had the biggest TV audience for the year.

People's attention spans are supposedly smaller, but even this, a titanic sporting moment, destroyed that fact and people were glued, glued because sport does feed the imagination. If anything, sport , when it is at its very best, and most exciting, is magical, almost unworldly.

When Nadal had Match Point (for the 4^th time) time stopped and it was all about these next few seconds, could Federer stop him again, it had seemed impossible the first 3 times, but as he struck the ball and it slammed against the net, it was over.

Nadal collapsed to the floor, I began to weep. I wept because it was exhausting, because he deserved it, and because they were both such incredible artists.

Federer is only 25 and Nadal is only 22, they still have many years to play each other. I feel this is only the start of something very special.

It might just be another sport, but when there are two such incredible sportsmen involved, it is a piece of art.