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Just reading a report on Murray's latest match in The Guardian and the article was saying how difficult it can be when you're playing in front of a home crowd with a coldly disdainful sniff at an idiot in the crowd :
But perhaps one should not be too harsh on a man who is forced to play his matches at Wimbledon in the knowledge that he is likely to be ambushed at any moment by some chinless idiot from a Fulham Road wine bar braying "Come on, Murray! Come on, England!" One such creature, having done exactly that during the fifth game of the opening set, managed to contain himself until midway through the second game of the second set before shattering the attentive silence once again with a cry of "I love you, Andy!"
And then, midway through the final set, came a bellow of "Come on, Tim!" The joker's subsequent silence encouraging the fervent hope that he may have been manhandled by the All England Club's security men into a windowless room beneath Court One and drowned in a butt of cheap Merlot.
But perhaps one should not be too harsh on a man who is forced to play his matches at Wimbledon in the knowledge that he is likely to be ambushed at any moment by some chinless idiot from a Fulham Road wine bar braying "Come on, Murray! Come on, England!" One such creature, having done exactly that during the fifth game of the opening set, managed to contain himself until midway through the second game of the second set before shattering the attentive silence once again with a cry of "I love you, Andy!"
And then, midway through the final set, came a bellow of "Come on, Tim!" The joker's subsequent silence encouraging the fervent hope that he may have been manhandled by the All England Club's security men into a windowless room beneath Court One and drowned in a butt of cheap Merlot.
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