IF A flying pig passes overhead in the next few days not an eyelid will be batted after Andy Murray’s Wimbledon success.

After 77 years of British male tennis being a laughing stock, the sight of a British winner is a far more unlikely eyeful than flying swine.

It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of Murray. Tennis has always been a favourite sport of mine and even as a teen it was obvious Murray was going far.

However, his ascension to the pinnacle of the sport is remarkable, not least as he’s competing with a trio of players that will be remembered among the all-time greatest in Novak Djokovic, Roger Federer and Rafa Nadal.

His story is remarkable, the fact he survived the atrocity in Dunblane adding to the fact this is a Hollywood script waiting to be written.

I’m sure record numbers tuned in and it’s wonderful to see a level-headed and down to earth sporting star hold his nerve to achieve something so remarkable.

I have few doubts Murray will go on to win more slams, and that he’ll become world number one.

But Sunday will be hard to top as a pure moment of unified joy.