Our cup runneth over! Two Wimbledon champions, both very Scottish, both at the very top of their game.

Andy Murray I’ve been watching with all the fervour of the dedicated groupie since he first won the Juniors in America.

Let’s face it, if you’re a Scottish sports fan, heroes and hen’s teeth tend to have the same chance of making it on to the radar.

But he grew, literally and metaphorically in stature, staying his own man despite the serial idiocies of an English sporting press who, with a few honourable exceptions, didn’t take the trouble to recognise his droll brand of self deprecating humour for what it was.

Who didn’t forgive him for not quite fitting into the polite upper middle class mould of a Tim Henman – who, incidentally, has been a staunch friend and supporter to his successor at the top of the British tennis tree.

Who chose to take a throwaway remark about supporting “anyone but England” in a footy tournament as an excuse to deride and belittle him in print for long years after. And who wrote a load of tosh about the effect of his mother’s loyal support and advice on his game.

Judy Murray is a star who has raised two extraordinarily talented and grounded sons and, not at all incidentally, is a top coach. And let’s not even talk about the mindless idiocy of “fans” whose idea of wit was to shout “Come on Tim”, every time he made it to the centre court.

But even his most implacable erstwhile detractors have finally come on board, since how can you do anything other than applaud the potent mix of raw talent and utter dedication which produced a double Wimbledon winner.

But before Andy even stepped on court last Sunday we’d been thrilled by the consummate performance, the second in successive days, by Helenburgh’s own sporting hero, Gordon Reid.

It’s to my shame that I didn’t think to watch wheelchair tennis until Gordon began his trophy laden journey to the top (although, thanks to the Paralympics, I’d seen some heartstopping stuff in other wheelchair events.)

Yet as soon as you tune into the very particular strengths and skills tennis on wheels entails, you get just the same measure of raw excitement.

Having watched his doubles triumph with young Alfie Hewett the day before, it seemed too much to hope that he could lift another cup with just a day’s rest.

But not only was his own performance just terrific, but so too was the unaffected joy of his travelling support – simultaneously geeing him up and contributing to an unexpected spike in the sale of Alice bands!

I know that some of his Helensburgh fan club are planning to make the not inconsiderable trip to Rio in just a few weeks to see if he can get the double up with an Olympic crown. And who would bet against it after this last thrilling week.