Wimbledon Final Reflections

Today, the last day of the championships, we were treated to a splendid display of top-class tennis from two superb players; two champions.

Novak Djokovic was supremely dignified, sporting and charming in defeat (John Inverdale look on and weep) and he put up a tremendous fight, throughout the match.

I feel that Murray deserved his victory; no-one could have tried harder than he - there was very little that was beyond his reach or so it seemed.

My own feelings however are I regret to say, of jealousy; not for the supreme talent and evident work ethic of the two wonderful players.  No, talent is a rare thing and I never had any sporting aspirations; I am jealous of the wonderful support Andy Murray receives from his girlfriend.  In  truth, only once in my life have I enjoyed that degree of commitment and it lasted about nine months in 1978/9.

I hope that Murray knows just how lucky he is.

And I offer my congratulations.

Until the next time.

Story of a Pleb

So BBC Wimbledon commentator John Inverdale is in trouble after making derogatory remarks about new champion Marion Bartoli's looks.

Ludicrously, these comments have been criticised for being "sexist."  What rubbish!  Inverdale was commenting on her looks, not her gender; people are very stupid, allowing themselves to be brainwashed by the "right-on" lefties and liberals.

As for Inverdale, whilst  not guilty of "sexism," he is certainly guilty of deplorable ungentlemanly behaviour and should immediately offer a grovelling personal apology if not his resignation (fat chance).

After all, what can one expect of a somebody who would say "love-forty DOWN?"

As I have complained before, why does the BBC find it necessary to employ oiks like Inverdale?

UPDATE**********************************************

It has just been reported that Inverdale has written to Mlle Bartoli apologising for what he called his "ham-fisted comments."

I should bloody-well think so.

Until the next time.