You might be under the impression that I didn’t watch Wimbledon this year because I haven’t mentioned it, but I did watch it of course, it’s just that I didn’t want to say anything about it in case it jinxed Andy Murray.
Last year I predicted that he would win Wimbledon this year as it is the Queen’s diamond jubilee year and Virginia Wade had won the ladies’ title in the silver jubilee year.
I was just beginning to wish that I had put a bet on Andy to win, when it all went horribly wrong. I know that he thanked the spectators for giving him such great support but I wasn’t so impressed. I couldn’t believe how quiet they were being and they really didn’t start getting behind him until he was losing. They should’ve been yelling at every point that he won from the very beginning. I think to begin with the crowd may just have been too stressed out and tense.
As it happens, I couldn’t even watch the whole match. I went out for a walk to get away from the TV and the whole area was deathly silent. By the time I got back the roof was being rolled out and from then on it was only going to end one way. Federer is just too good indoors.
There’s always next year I suppose, but by then he’ll have won a grand slam, surely!
Rats! – or words to that effect. That’s Andy Murray knocked out of Wimbledon again. There were times when I couldn’t bear to watch the match as usual, so when it got too tense I turned my attention to The Guardian cryptic crossword and had no luck there either. I don’t think I’m very good at the compiler called Boatman. I prefer Araucaria or Chifonie or even Paul.
I hadn’t really expected Andy to win because I just have this feeling that he’ll win Wimbledon next year and brother Jamie will take the doubles title too. It would be great if they could do it because 2012 is the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee celebration year (60 years on the throne) and Virginia Wade managed to win in her Silver Jubilee year. I suppose it’s too much like cloud cuckoo land to hope that there could be a British female winner next year too. Well, I can dream.
So, who am I going to be supporting for the final on Sunday? I haven’t got a clue. I’ll probably just watch out of interest, it means no stress I suppose. I do know that I came quite close to actually hating Nadal today. In the beginning when he was losing he had an arrogant look on his face which seemed to say – How dare he try to beat me! Psychologically I suppose that’s how you win though. Maybe Andy should practice arrogant looks in his mirror!
I’ve been glued to the Wimbledon coverage on TV when I haven’t been out in the garden taking advantage of the lovely blue sky and warm sunshiney weather which we’ve been having, cooling sea-breeze and all.
Maybe this is going to be Andy Murray’s year after all. As he says, he has beaten Nadal on quite a few occasions in the past – so fingers crossed. I was hoping that Mardy Fish would win against Nadal, it’s just nice to see new people in the mix but apart from that he has the most peculiar name.
I’ve been watching some of the women but I just can’t get enthused by it really. I find the high pitched shrieks very annoying, but apparently they’re necessary.
The high spot for me has been Jo Wilfried Tsonga because he has such a friendly and jocular personality and it’s good to see a real character coming through. There used to be so many characters but they’ve been thin on the ground for years now. I watched the match but I could still hardly believe that he had put Federer out.
I know that it’s just as well that we’re all different, but I can’t agree with Judy Murray when she describes Feliciano Lopez as deliciano. Strange really because I like men with beards and I was married to my husband for nearly 30 years before I saw him without his beard – and I can tell you it was a big shock!
Apart from the tennis I’ve been hard at it in the garden, getting things done while I can, just in case these last three days are our summer. Yes, we’ve had three sunny days in a row now – which has been unheard of for the last few years. The school holidays are just about to start in this part of Scotland and we’ll be footloose and fancy free for the next six weeks. Let’s hope the weather keeps up!
I’ve just been watching Andy Murray getting through to the next round of Wimbledon and as usual it was an exciting but stressful match. I’m quite proud of myself for being able to sit through it all though because there have been times in the past when I couldn’t stand the tension and had to take myself off into the garden.
There are still too many miserable people who refuse to support him though. Shame on them. Their excuses are so feeble too.
He’s too grumpy and he never smiles, apparently. But the one that really gets me is – His hair is a bit red!
His hair is dark brown and I think anyone who thinks it’s a bit red must be colour blind. In common with all Europeans his hair has tiny bits of red in it which show up in very bright light, but if he’s supposed to be a redhead, then so is everyone else. Being prejudiced against redheads is the only prejudice which hasn’t been made illegal. If you say anything nasty about the colour of a person’s skin rather than their hair colour you will obviously find yourself in deep trouble. The same goes for nationality.
So what all these people who claim that they don’t like Andy Murray because his hair is a bit red are really saying is that they don’t like him because he’s a big bit Scottish!
It’s a bit much really because we were all supporting Tim Henman and any other British/English tennis players for years, and let’s face it, most of the time Tim was a big bit rubbish.
Gon yersel’ Andy!