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Evonne Goolagong is one match point away from winning a Wimbledon crown.

You're about to become the man who snubbed a Wimbledon champion.

You're amazing, and I've been an utter idiot.

This is lovely. But it can't be the start of something.

I can wait.

I don't know if you should.

For God's sake, Tricia, you're an embarrassment.

Sorry, Eve.

You're gonna have to work out a deal with him by yourself.

This is something I really want to do.

It'll be fun. When it stops?

I know, come home.

I'm so sorry, dear. Your father didn't make it.

I'll be home on the next plane.

That's what Mum wants. But you can't do much for Dad now.

He'd want you to finish. Stay on the tour.

He'd have wanted you to keep going. Finish the tour.

Evonne.

Evonne. Are you there?

That's all you got?

Where are your rackets? I didn't bring 'em.

What? How come?

How long are you staying?

Dunno.

The funeral was in the paper. Family came from everywhere.

Whole town was there.

Saved you a copy.

I'm gonna have a lie down.

Don't say anything in front of Mum. It upsets her.

They think it was a hit-and-run.

Why didn't you tell me?

You were on the other side of the world.

Didn't want you to be all alone when you heard.

Mr Edwards said...

"Mr Edwards said"? Did he call you when Dad...

Said that you were upset.

He thought you wanted to stay and finish the tour for Dad.

Yeah, that's what he wanted. A lot of prize money to be won.

Mum, I should have been here.

Where are you off to next?

I'm not sure I'm going anywhere.

I might just stay here.

Oh, what for? I've already got a house full.

It's not fun anymore.

Who do you have a cuppa with? Who are your friends?

The same people I'm trying to beat on court.

What about that Roger fellow? What's happening there?

I've got no time for a boyfriend.

Life can't be all work, bub.

I reckon those men tennis player fellows

have got wives or sweethearts.

Why can't you?

I miss your dad.

Because he was with me every day since I was 18.

By my side, making the good days sweet

and the hard days easier.

We were a team.

Yeah, but that's you, Mum, not me.

Maybe, but I've known you a long time.

And I know you love to hit that ball.

And you play well when you're happy.

You're blaming tennis...

...maybe you're blaming the wrong thing.

♪ Oh, No, honey... ♪

How's Paul?

Longer hair.

Wider sideburns.

Thanks for your letters after Dad...

How's your mum doing?

She's getting there.

I want to say sorry for what happened in Pittsburgh.

You were just being clear about what you want. I respect that.

It's not what I...

I was all over the place.

Really mixed up.

I think...

I think I've been afraid of being with you.

Thought that I had to lose you to keep tennis.

I made tennis the reason for everything.

I was wrong.

Tennis can't be the only thing that I love.

It isn't.

Good.

I've been an idiot.

Agreed.

Just marry me.

I've been looking for you. I've got some news.

We're getting married.

What?

When? We've just made the arrangements.

Where is this rash decision supposed to be taking place?

Canterbury Registry Office on the 19th.

It'll be small, but we really hope you'll be there.

What's your mother think of all this?

She's happy for us,

planning the proper wedding in Barellan

after Wimbledon.

I see.

It's taken me a lifetime to understand

the Aboriginal way of looking at life.

I'm not sure that a man of your intellect will ever get there.

How do you put up with it?

Don't worry about him. We're gonna have a lovely day.

Evonne, show us the ring.

Show us the ring, darling.

Oh, look at that.

Congratulations, Mrs Cawley. Thank you.

Now your coach says he's shocked and hurt

that he wasn't invited to your wedding.

Why not? What?

Uh, that's not what happened.

He's also announced that you're retiring from tennis.

Is this your last Grand Slam? Is that true?

No more tennis for you.

She's gonna be a homemaker.

Big smiles for the happy couple. Come on.

We invited you to our wedding.

Why'd you go and make up a story saying we didn't?

Call that an invitation? A shabby registry office ceremony.

Yeah? You're tying yourself to a man I totally disapprove of.

And then you go and tell everyone I'm retiring.

Why do that? Because you are.

That's what you're doing.

You're the kind of girl that can't do two things at once.

Your head's filled with Cawley, and you're ruining everything else.

Margaret's married, and had a baby, and she still plays.

Margaret hasn't won Wimbledon since.

You're meant to be my coach, be on my side.

Yet you're saying I have no chance of making the final.

The press asked for my professional opinion,

and that's what I gave them.

I'm in the semifinals.

That's a pretty good chance. But you'll lose.

You know what?

I'm not doing this anymore.

This is all Cawley's doing.

He's been dying to push me out from the moment you two met.

I taught you everything. What? I had nothing to do with it?

I had no talent.

I plucked you from that sad little town and brought you into my family.

I gave you years of my life. All of this.

And what? Now you're tossing me aside?

I'll pay you out to the end of the season.

You don't owe me anything, pet.

I'm grateful for everything your family's done for me.

Is this what you want?

It is.

What a waste.

You'll be pregnant in five bloody minutes,

and that'll be the end of it.

♪ Darling, my little darling

♪ If I could have you to call my very own

♪ I work my fingers to the bone

♪ I'd never, never roam

♪ To you I would always come home... ♪

You should probably buckle up. Mum's gonna give you the once over.

Oh... O... K.

Yee... You're early.

Mum.

Hello. Hi.

Roger. Ian. Ian Goolagong.

Nice to meet you. How you going? Larry.

Larry. Nice to meet you. How are you?

Who's this? Roger.

Kevin. Kevin. Nice to meet you.

Hello. How are you? How are you?

Good. How you been?

Oh, you're not as pasty as I thought you'd be for an English fella.

Come on now. Come on.

Come inside. OK.

Nice song.

Well, that's lucky, 'cause you're gonna be hearing a lot of it.

Oh! Shut up! I've learned two chords.

Be rockin' now. Weather's looking good for Saturday.

Will it be, uh, hot? My tux is velvet.

Mmm... Mmm.

Velvet. What kind of fella are you? You're not flash, are you?

Definitely not. Cold one?

Oh. Thank God.

Oh. The reverend wants to know what hymn you want for the blessing.

Uh... any ideas?

Did your father have a favourite?

Amazing Grace.

Well, that's it then.

Hi, Mully.

Hi. Hi, Mully.

Roger, this is Mully.

Nice to meet you, Mully.

Nice to meet you, too. This is Wendy.

Oh, OK.

Nice to meet you, Wendy.

Is this real?

Mully, take it off him.

♪ There's a kindness in your eyes

♪ There's a warmth when you hold me tight

♪ I'm so happy

♪ That you're part of my family

♪ Family

♪ Family... ♪

Our second wedding. Do you feel like a Mrs Cawley yet?

Maybe I feel like Mrs Goolagong Cawley.

It's got a nice ring to it.

Make those scoreboard operators earn their keep.

Mmm. When I win Wimbledon again? I don't doubt it.

Look, I know we agreed you'd keep working

and join me on the tour when you could.

I don't want to be without you.

Do you reckon you could give up your business?

Come on the road with me as my hitting partner, not my coach.

Yes. I can do that.

But can you shake a leg?

Shake a what?

Alright?

Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome to the court

for the 90th edition of the US Open singles finalists,

Chris Evert and Evonne Goolagong Cawley.

Evonne. Evonne Goolagong.

You've just been served a subpoena by Victor Edwards.

Good luck.

Miss Goolagong, over here.

30-40.

Quiet, please.

Game Miss Evert.

Miss Evert leads the first set five games to three.

Miss Goolagong.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

The scoreline...

What was all that about?

Before the match. Oh.

Vic's suing me for unpaid fees.

$30,000.

He'll be here somewhere. Of course he will.

Savour the pleasure of watching you lose because of him.

Well, why else would he serve you on court before a final?

What an absolute... Let's just pay it.

I don't care about the money. There's something else.

I think I'm pregnant.

Well, that's...

That's good news, right?

How do you feel?

Means no Wimbledon next year.

But Mum was pregnant eight times.

Never slowed her down.

I feel good.

A mini Gong.

I love you.

I love you.

I'll be right back.

You will withdraw this lawsuit immediately

or the world will know who you really are.

What? She'll pay me what she owes me.

Owes you?

You fleeced her for years.

And worse.

A few phone calls,

and I can have you barred from every tennis club

and coaching school on three continents.

You little shit.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes. You do.

You betrayed her.

You were in a position of power and you abused it.

You are so transparent.

You'd rather see her lose than win without you.

But she doesn't need you anymore.

She doesn't need anyone.

You're out of our lives forever.

Oh, I know. Oh, I know, I know. It's OK.

Oh.

OK.

Oh, I think she's down.

She got good lungs on her.

You were the same. Always had something to say.

Maybe I had a bit of competition. Mmm.

I had to find some way to be heard.

Hey, darling.

I'm already scared I'm gonna break her.

Yeah. One is easy.

I had four kids by the time I was your age.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Have a lay down, Eve. I'll watch her.

I'm OK.

Are you frightened you're gonna miss out on something or what?

Yeah, a little bit.

Just enjoy this, bub. They grow up fast.

I just...

I think I'm going for a run.

Is she down? Mm-hm. I'm just going for a run.

It's too soon isn't it. Yep.

Especially after that Caesar thing.

But it's not my business to tell her.

Come on. You're the mother. You're the husband.

It's your business now.

It's your body.

I'm worried about you.

Is it too soon? I'm ready.

OK.

I feel great.

I want to play again.

Hey! Whoo-hoo!

Good job, Eve.

Hey, look who's here.

Trish!

Hi, Eve.

Hello.

I think someone needs to be changed.

Come on, Kelly. I got you. Yeah.

She's beautiful.

Oh, she's a handful.

But we think we'll keep her.

Mmm. Oh...

Mum made this for her.

It's lovely.

Dad's marrying that assistant of his. Susan.

You knew about them?

I'm sorry. No, don't.

How could you have told me?

It must have been awful for you.

I heard he's still saying he made me from nothing.

Dad ran a suburban tennis school. Mmm.

You took us all to the world.

He said Kelly would be the end of my tennis.

And you just proved him wrong.

You just won the Australian Open seven months after having a baby.

You're unstoppable.

You know one thing they don't tell you about having a baby.

What?

My feet are killing me.

Oh, I bet they are.

Yeah. Oh.

I think it's just the new court surfaces.

I'll get used to them.

Have you had this before?

Crikey, Gong.

Game.

Mrs Cawley leads four games to three in the third set.

Roger Cawley, Evonne's husband, has joined us

to deliver some colour commentary.

For the sake of marital harmony,

I'm crossing my fingers and toes, Ann.

She badly wants to win Wimbledon again.

As a mum. She'd make history.

She'd be the first in the modern era.

If she puts her mind to something, there's very little stopping her.

And it's looking good. That was an important hold, Roger.

It was. On the all-important seventh game, no less.

I can't see you getting through this semifinal.

The blisters alone must be excruciating.

Never mind the inventory of injuries that you're carrying.

Plantar fasciitis.

That bursitis in your Achilles.

Your feet are screaming at you.

You need to get off them.

And I will. Right after the next match.

This is serious, Evonne. There's no shame in forfeiting.

Can you just give me something for the pain?

I can inject you with Lidocaine,

but if I do, you won't be able to feel the pressure

in the other parts of your foot and leg.

There is a real risk of serious injury.

A needle in this part of your foot will be shockingly painful.

Do it.

Arrgh, arrgh.

Mrs Cawley, do you wish to retire?

Please. That's enough.

I'll play on.

Evonne surely can't break back under these awful circumstances.

She could barely move and is in absolute agony.

But she's playing on for the crowd's benefit.

15-love to Martina.

30-love.

40-love.

Come on, Evonne. Come on, Evonne.

Ohh...

Game, set and match, Miss Navratilova.

Come on, Martina.

Poor Evonne.

If it is the end of her career, it's an awful way to go out.

Wow. High five.

She's finally asleep, poor thing. Must have had a bad dream.

It'll be fine. I always heal quickly.

I'm not gonna retire.

I'm not ready. Please don't wake her.

What do those doctors know? It's my body.

Say something.

I'm not sure I can.

Well, you're obviously thinking something.

You've always played for the love of the game.

But how can you go through so much pain and still love it?

It's temporary. Is it?

That's three specialists now

who've said you're never gonna make a full recovery.

You think they're right, do you? Time for me to hang my racket up.

I never said that.

You don't just want to play.

You want to play at the highest level.

How are you going to get to championship fitness

if your feet won't carry you?

I don't know, but I have to try.

Why?

You've already proved you're a champion without Vic.

Without... This has nothing to do with Vic.

Alright.

I need to go home.

To Barellan.

Fine.

And after she won that, they named her Australian Of The Year. Oh...

How's it feeling? Oh, it's getting there.

You found Dad's old bushy cups. Your mum did.

She make the hot chocolate?

I'd like to take credit for it, but yes, she did.

Dad would have liked you. He did know I was English?

You've both got a sweet tooth. Oh.

Used to find lolly wrappers in his Chevy.

Thank you.

Same time tomorrow? At your service.

If my feet won't carry me to championship fitness. My arms will.

I know I can't make it through another full campaign

with all them warm-up tournaments.

But if I skip them, just do light prep...

...gonna make it back to Wimbledon.

Well, that's lucky. Because I've already booked the hotel.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

Good.

Just have to win in two sets.

My feet won't carry me three.

There is a huge sense of anticipation here on Centre Court

as we await two great rivals of the women's game

for the 1980 Wimbledon women's final.

Mrs Lloyd leads Mrs Cawley in Grand Slam tournament titles,

nine wins to six.

But as we've learned over the years,

there's nothing more dangerous than a Wimbledon underdog,

particularly this one.

It's a bit fuzzy. Fix them ears. I'm doing it.

Has it started yet? Yeah. I'm just fixing the TV.

Get out of the way! Be patient.

Hey, there you go, Gail. You got it.

Yeah. There she is.

Mrs Lloyd seems perhaps a little nervous.

Yes. Chris has made a couple of unforced errors,

but Evonne's not looking like an underdog at all.

She's dominated two long rallies in this match already.

It's love-40 on Chris's serve in this first game of the final.

Quiet, please.

Game Mrs Cawley.

A very confident start from Evonne.

She breaks Chris in the opening game to love.

She's making that Chrissie nervous, I reckon.

Love-30.

Very impressive play from Evonne,

pulling that game back from 40-love to win it.

Yes. No sooner is Mrs Lloyd on the board...

Evonne won that first set yet?

Not yet, Mum, but she's looking good.

Come watch her, auntie. Yeah, Mum. Come here.

She's up 4-1, Mum.

Yeah. Come on. Here, Mum.

You can sit in the middle. Go, Eve!

Let's go, Cuzzy Eve.

Let's go, sis.

Game and first set to Mrs Cawley. Yes.

Mrs Cawley has taken the first set comfortably,

six games to one.

She'll be asking what she can do to stop Evonne's momentum.

Quiet, please.

Play on.

All off.

The match will now be halted until rain stops.

Unlucky for Evonne, her play till this point has been so super fine

she will not want the interruption.

It's time.

Advantage Mrs Lloyd

Chris has broken Evonne's serve.

Can she turn this match around?

Game to Mrs Lloyd.

Out!

15-40.

Out!

That was a significant break

in what Roger Cawley likes to call the all-important seventh game.

The match has indeed turned.

Mrs Lloyd has won four games in a row

and is leading 4-3 in the second set.

This match is electric in its unpredictability.

It's 6-5 to Mrs Lloyd.

Mrs Cawley will now serve to stay in the set.

Come on, Gong!

Quiet, please. Come on, Gong!

♪ One, two, three, four... ♪

♪ What it is

♪ What it is

♪ What it is

Yeah. Well done.

♪ Did I hear somebody say down with the sister?

♪ Shh...

♪ Ain't no words to this song

♪ You just dance and hum along

♪ Ain't no words to my song, people... ♪

Never before has a Wimbledon singles final

been decided on a tie breaker.

It's the first one to 7, right?

Yes. But they've got to win by two points.

Why not one? Oh, Mum! Shush, please.

And it's neck and neck. 3-3 at the tie breaker.

This game is so tight.

Extraordinary rally at 20 shots and still counting.

Yeah! Yes!

Chris to serve at 4-6 in the tie breaker of this second set.

Evonne has two championship points.

I think she's gonna win it, love.

This is remarkable.

Absolutely. absolutely. Well done, Mrs Cawley. Well done.

Thank you.

Yeah.

♪ There's a kindness in your eyes

♪ There's a warmth when you hold me tight

♪ I'm so happy

♪ Now you're a part of my family

♪ My family

♪ My family

♪ My family

♪ My family

♪ That's so sweet That's so pure

Great crowd.

♪ Glad we met And I'm yours

♪ World is bright with you around

♪ I'm so blessed it's you I found

♪ Hee hee

♪ Hee hee

♪ Hee hee

♪ Family

♪ Family... ♪

Captions by Red Bee Media

Copyright Australian Broadcasting Corporation