Monday, 5 July 2010

Wimble-done

I’ve never really liked Wimbledon. I’ve no desire to camp out to get tickets. I can’t stand it. Everything about it. I don’t like Pimms (tastes like fruity Benylin), I don’t like Sue Barker, I don’t like Cliff Richard. I don’t like feeble failed ex-tennis players giving weak opinions on the non-existent chances of British players. I didn’t particularly like Tim Henman, I thought Jeremy Bates was lame, whilst I can’t stand Andy Murray at all. I don’t even like London. Go to London – take the train to London, stopping at Rejection, Disappointment, Backstabbing Central and Shattered Dreams Parkway…

I didn’t like Boris Becker, I didn’t like Steffan Edberg or Michael Stich. I hated Pete Sampras and don’t like Roger Federer. All boring. I don’t like serve and volley tennis – dull, rubbish. A total lack of imagination. I like baseline tennis. Id happily go to the French or US Open. I did like Agassi and I like Nadal and I’m glad he’s won.

But I’m glad it’s over.

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