In the last two weeks I've heard him called "over-rated", "crap", "gone" and of course "a chippy little Scot".
We really are a strange nation. We often spend years aching for a world class sportsman and then, when one eventually turns up, we decide they aren't quite the right shade of "Englishness".
Linford Christie, Nick Faldo and Lewis Hamilton for starters. None of them as popular or heralded as super Tim "Timmy" Henman.
It's even worse for Murray, given that the strawberries and cream brigade think tennis exists for two weeks only each summer. Especially as his 2nd serve makes it unlikely he'll ever win Wimbledon. Still. He's already won four Masters tennis events (that's four more than super timmy), and reached the final of two grand slams only to be beaten by the greatest player the world's ever seen.
Right now his game is in a mess, and so is his head, and it's such a tough sport to get to the pinnacle of that he may even have blown his chances but he does have one thing so many of our sportsmen lack - the single most important element in top level tennis (and golf) - guts.
It's "gambling gold" is guts.
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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