I MAY have in actual fact been living in a hole for the past week, but I only just realised today that the Australian Open is on. I have already missed out on three of Andy Murray’s victories, and there’s few potential wins left now he’s in the fourth round.
As it is taking place in that far off land of Oz it won’t exactly be featuring live at a particularly sociable hour - but thanks to the wonder of Tivo’s record button, it’ll be like being there (as long as I don’t watch any news, social media or read any papers before I hit play!)
I find it quite amusing the two rather extreme camps when it comes to Andy Murray. Even when he won Wimbledon last year, the first British man to do so since Fred Perry in 1936 (let’s not start the whole 1977 Virginia Wade debate again #wadegate) he was still berated in the press and on social media.
I for one am in the Murray camp.
Not in the way that I’m in the Barlow camp, it’s not that level of devotion! But I am British and incredibly proud of anyone who achieves something in sport for their country. To be honest, since the Olympic and Paralympic games, you may as well strap me to a Union Jack and fly me from the nearest flagpole, I’ve become so patriotic.
And let’s not forget this lad went through so much as a young boy, being a child of Dunblane, losing so many friends, and then being undoubtedly pushed and driven throughout his entire childhood to be the best. I can understand the occasional outburst or bout of misery!
I’m hoping lots of you will be joining me in cheering the lad on this week, he may pout a bit, he may not be much of a pin-up, but he’s ours, and I think it’s worth giving him our full support.
Who’s for a Murray Mint then?
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