Matthew McConaughey cuts a dapper figure in a blue suit as he enjoys date day with his Camila Alves at Wimbledon's Women's Singles Final
But Matthew McConaughey enjoyed a well-deserved break from his busy schedule for a date day with his wife Camila Alves at day 13 of the Wimbledon Tennis Championships on Saturday.
The Pantalones Tequila founder, 55, and the Brazilian model, 42, kept a low profile for the rare outing together as they watched the Womens Singles Final at Centre Court, behind a set of sunglasses.
For the outing Matthew swore a bright two-piece suit which he layered over a crisp white shirt and a green tie.
Camila looked elegant for the event as she wore a pair of white flared trousers which she paired with an elegant jacket.
In keeping with her ethereal look, she slipped her two-piece over a white top and a pair of heels.
To accessorise, Camila wore a fashionable brown hat and myriad of elegant gold necklaces.
Matthew and Camila, who married in 2012, share three kids Levi, 16, Vida, 15, and Livingston, 12.
Iga Swiatek thrashed Amanda Anisimova in the Women's Final during the popular sporting event.
The patron of the All England Lawn Tennis Club will present the trophy to Swiatek after she triumphed 6-0 6-0 against American Anisimova on Centre Court.
Anisimova broke down in tears after she became the first woman to lose to a double bagel scoreline at SW19 since 1911.
A tearful Anisimova, the 13th seed, wiped away tears as she praised Swiatek and said she had 'run out of gas a bit today'.
The 23-year-old was playing in her first Wimbledon final and said 'she would never forget this experience'.
Iga previously crushed British No. 2 Emma Raducanu for the second Grand Slam in a row in May, with a 6-1, 6-2 defeat in the second round of Roland Garros.
In 2023, Tunisian tennis player Ons Jabeur was tearful after coming runner-up in two consecutive finals, following a loss at the US Open the same year.
Today, the temperatures are forecast to peak at around 30C and fall short of a record for a women's singles final day, with 31.2C having been recorded on the day of the 1976 final between Chris Evert and Evonne Goolagong Cawley.
Met Office meteorologist Greg Dewhurst said: 'There will be blue skies at Wimbledon throughout the day, so it will feel hot, with very high UV levels and a light wind.
'There might be a little bit more cloud around tomorrow, making it a degree lower.'
The men's singles semi-final on Friday between Carlos Alcaraz and Taylor Fritz was stopped twice in less than five minutes because of crowd emergencies, amid temperatures of 32C on Centre Court.
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