Like Tennis, Hate The Crowd

“When Andy Murray is winning then he’s British, when he looses he’s Scottish.” That tired cliche has been banded about over the last couple of weeks. British, Scottish I couldn’t care less what you call him. I don’t think he cares. If I was him though I would care more about my mum being there at work every day. She coached him in the early part of his career and is there watching whenever he plays. He’s a top tennis player who travels all over the world, but she’s always there watching over him. No wonder the mummy’s boy looks so grumpy.

I’ve been watching quite a bit of Wimbledon this year. Maybe because there’s no World Cup or European Championships this summer. I wouldn’t say that I’m much of a tennis fan but if its on then I’ll give it a watch. Though its still no substitute for football during then summer months.
What I can’t stand about it is the Wimbledon crowd. Earlier on in the tournament Andy Murray complained about how some people were shouting out “come on Tim.” I agree with him, not because it might put him off his game but because its just not funny. The first time it happened maybe. But then to repeat the same so called joke over and over is more than tiresome. The crowd still laugh because they always do whenever anyone shouts out anything.
And the crowd are all so polite, it would be better if it was more of a football type crowd. Then whenever someone makes an unforced error people would shout out something like “what are you doing? you’re shit!”
Then there’s the people in the crowd. The cameras always focus on celebrities, politicians and royalty or royalties relatives in the case of Pippa Fucking Middleton.
You wouldn’t see Pippa Middleton down Brisbane Road watching Leyton Orient.