New Balls

We are getting toward that time of the year when many people in different parts of Blighty get enthralled by two weeks of gladiatorial sporting action in a South Western suburb of London.

Yes, it is that time of year again when we realise just how bad this nation is at international sport, the heaven's open and strawberries double in price: Wimbledonfortnight is upon us.

Following the years of quarter final misery from tiger 'come on' Tim Henmanand his merry band of supporters who indulged in 'Henmania' on 'Henman Hill' we now have a new hope in the shape of angry Andy Murray.

There is a theory that as soon as Scottish people become reasonably accomplished at a particular task that thrusts them into the public eye, they automatically morph into the catch-all British stable.

While they remain as effective as a Scottish goalkeeper, they stay steadfastly Scottish in public perception.

Andy Murray, fresh from his win in the Wimbledon warm-up at Queensat the weekend, has managed to simultaneously remain Scottish and be good at something.
This is no mean feat. He's achieved it by being a winner, by being angry, by being difficult and having the courage to only focus on victory.

We can all think of sports men and women who have the very same attitude but are not thought of in the same terms as Andy Murray - most are not criticised for it.
His courage, determination and thirst for victory will drive him on and probably to greater heights than any other home grown player has in living memory. Best of British to him I say.

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