Munters and Grunters

Now that the sideshow/circus of the World Cup isn’t dominating proceedings, I’ve started being distracted by the tennis. A year since the last Wimbledon Championships, and I had forgotten the joy that a ladies tennis match can bring…
They all go on about the traditions of Wimbledon, and I have to admit I’ve noticed a few things that are guaranteed to happen every year at SW19. I present for you Rory’s List Of Annual Wimbledon Occurences:

• Rafael Nadal always looks like he's just smelt the World's Smelliest Fart.
• Sue Barker always looks like the proud mum at a school concert
• Roger Federer always crys
• Australian fans always get on everyone’s nerves
• If John Isner and Nicholas Mahut get drawn together in the first round, they’ll still be playing in August
• Serena Williams increasingly takes on the appearance of a racehorse
• In an all-womens match between two East Europeans, I can never make it through the first set without disappearing into the bathroom.
• The BBC will continually ask whoever wins “Isn’t this the Greatest Tournament in the World? I mean - isn’t it?? It is, isn’t it?? It’s the best, coz it’s British, and we’re fab, aren’t we??? Aren’t we, Roger?”
• People who spend 50 weeks a year not even remotely interested in tennis will suddenly bemoan the fact that we don’t have any decent players.
• I’ll use the tournament as the basis for a blog entry, even though I spend 50 weeks a year not even remotely interested in tennis

RC 30-6-10