General

The All England Tennis Club is a huge complex. On the surface it looks a bit like a theme park, though one whose only theme is tennis. Thousands of people stream along paths and covered walkways, an uninterrupted flow of brilliant white shirts, sunglasses and straw hats. In addition to the courts there are tea-rooms and cafes, restaurants, shops, hospitality tents, ticket booths, and security points.

But there is a second, less well-known world underneath all this. The entire club is connected by a maze of corridors, tunnels and roads, some big enough to drive a car through.If it's easy to get lost above ground, it's even easier to loose yourself below. There are very few signs and no ushers standing at the corner to offer you information.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, May 18, 2012.

Found in Alex Rider, Skeleton Key, authored by Anthony Horowitz.

General

He was surrounded by the great bulk of the stadium, with thousands and thousands of spectators rising up ever higher until they disappeared into the shadows at the very top...he felt the thrill of the crowd as the players walked to their ends of the court, the perfectly striped grass glowing beneath their feet.There was a clatter of applause. echoing upwards, and then sudden stillness. Photographers hung, vulture-like, over huge telephoto lenses, while beneath them in green-covered bunkers, television cameras swung around to take in the first serve. The players faced each other: two men whose whole lives had lead up to this moment and whose future in the game would be decided in the next few minutes. It was all so English: the grass, the strawberries and cream...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, May 18, 2012.

Found in Alex Rider, Skeleton Key, authored by Anthony Horowitz.