Because it is on our doorstep, it is easy to forget that the Wimbledon Championships is one of just four tennis grand slam tournaments around the world, and hence of huge international importance.

Fans flock from all corners of the globe to see the cream of tennis talent do serious battle for perhaps the most famous grand slam title of them all.

Playing at Wimbledon is the career pinnacle of anyone anywhere on the ATP rankings list, and to win on Centre Court is saved only for the majestic few.

So perhaps it is no wonder that the media centre is a hubbub of different nationalities – a kind corner of Wimbledon that will forever be a multi-cultural microcosm of the international media machine.

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It was brought home to me, a lowly hack from the Wimbledon Guardian, when early on Monday morning the entirety of the French contingent came in to the centre and filled the air with accents and “bonjours” and “ca va?”.

The banks of TVs and computer stations are allocated to various TV channels and newspapers – I am masquerading as the reporter from Le Monde at the moment as the Wimbledon Guardian is not deemed important enough to have its own desk.

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Bonjour: Je m'appelle Tim et I work at Le Monde

My colleague next to me works for La Voix du Nord, while a few desks down is the International Herald Tribune.

Frustratingly L’Equipe has four desks – while on desk 166, the last on the list, sits the journalist from the Sun (news).

But there are representatives from Argentina, Canada, America, Russia, Spain and Australia – just to mention a few.

In among them all sits the Wimbledon Guardian (already moved on from one desk), the only one here who knows what goes on outside the gates of the All England Club, as well as inside.