Wimbledon

For two weeks of the year I love tennis and then spend most of the rest of the year ignoring it. Basically, I’m your typical British tennis fan. Every year we get all excited at the prospect that a British player will finally win the damn thing and every year we get let down. At least with Murray we’ve finally got someone with a real chance but I’m still not holding my breath. We do seem to have a few decent women players at the moment but none of them are likely to reach the business end of the tournament.

I think we need to be realistic about the chances of us ever churning out future Wimbledon winners because not enough people in this country play tennis and, like me, most only watch tennis during Wimbledon fortnight. I’m honestly not that bothered about this situation because it sometimes feels like watching the latest plucky Brit lose in the final set is one of the great Wimbledon traditions. It would feel weird to watch a Wimbledon full of winning British players. I think the atmosphere at Wimbledon would actually change for the worse because our reactions to the other players would change. I’m not saying I want British players to lose and I wish Andy Murray the best of luck. I’m just not going to lose any sleep about the state of British tennis because tennis isn’t really a game we play or follow as a nation.

Wimbledon is amazing. It is to Tennis what Monaco is to Formula One. As a nation we love it and the lack of decent British tennis players will never change that.