Look, along with, I guess, most of the population, with the exception of his mother, I don't like Andy Murray. (I don't like his mother much, either, but that's another story.) Not that I know him, of course, all I know is his public personna and, to be fair, were he a reader of this blog I doubt that he would like me very much in return. Even so, I am happy to agree that he is a 'nearly-great' sportsman and that puts him in a rather large pantheon of 'nearly-great' British sportsmen. I mean, nobody does 'nearly-great' as well as we do! We are the greatest nation on earth for 'almosts', 'nearlys' and 'not quites'. When we do actually produce a truly world-class champion in, I would argue the hardest sport of all, the decathlon, we don't really like him too much. Poor old Daley Thompson, yes, we applauded; yes, we were amazed (gob-smacked, more like); but somehow we never really took to him. We're traditionalists here, you see, and we can only really warm to losers.
But I digress - again. In his public personna, Andy Murray comes across as an archetypal 'grunt-snuffler'. It's not just his almost impenetrable Jock accent, it's the obvious fact that he has trouble summoning up a complex thought worthy of more than three words, a grunt and a snuffle. Wayne Rooney has similar difficulties. But we (I mean I) can forgive him all of that provided he loses in the proper British manner. Tim Henman, another world-class loser, knew exactly how to behave. Clenched jaw, lips barely moving, proper words of congratulation to his vanquisher, a promise to do better next time and off he went to prepare to lose the next match. I suspect he learned his behaviour from his father who, from the occasional TV shots of him watching his son in action, never cracked a smile or even applauded!
Yesterday, alas, 'ur wee Andy' blew it. In the British field of sport you can deck your opponent, or, better still, the umpire, and no-one will mind particularly, but you must never, ever - blub! Blubbing is the sort of thing indulged in by second-rate actresses receiving an Oscar, not by stern, upright, British losers. Apart from the wider implications, it upsets me (as in 'me, ME, ME') enormously! As soon as he started crying yesterday I felt that ridiculous rush of embarrassment hit me - ridiculous because why should I be embarrassed? - and, as always in such moments of desperation, I couldn't find the bloody, sodding 'do-flicker-thingie' to zap Murray out of my site and sound! The 'Memsahib' threw a wobbly and stomped out to the kitchen to watch Murray booing on the other TV whilst I wrecked our living-room trying to find the device that would obliterate him.
Oh well, roll on the World Cup, then I can watch eleven of our regular losers do what they do so well - lose!
" Wayne Rooney has similar difficulties."
I would have thought that deploying almost any criteria, Rooney's difficulties are considerably greater...
You are absolutely right about the crying, though. I think it has something to do with the expression of any extreme emotion. What if we had a consistent winner who strutted and ridiculed his opponents? (Think Ali, maybe, or Becker at his worst). Would we take to them any more readily? The ideal for Brits is probably someone who wins, but takes it lightly. That way we can get a double sense of superiority: we win, and we are gentlemen (and ladies) about it.
I'm sure we will have plenty of opportunity to observe British losers in the upcoming boredom-fest that is the Olympics.
Posted by: Whyaxye | Monday, 09 July 2012 at 10:18
The Olympics! Dread thought - get me outta here . . .
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 09 July 2012 at 10:30
But but but, David!
Aren't you going to Captain Britain's Sychronized Swimming Team?
Go for the Gold Cap'n David! We here'n the US will take over the blubberin' if you'll do that.
Posted by: JK | Monday, 09 July 2012 at 11:38
The blubbing comes from being Americanised in his tender years.
Posted by: dearieme | Monday, 09 July 2012 at 11:41
JK, I am prepared, out of a sense of duty, to attend the ladies' beachball competition but that is all.
DM, to quote a phrase, "You might say that; I couldn't possibly comment."
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 09 July 2012 at 12:30
dearieme makes an important point.
Has any other Scotsman ever openly cried in public? They just don't, do they? I think we might have a genuine case of the "No true Scotsman" fallacy here. There is a wee Glaswegian I sometimes see who jigs about in shop doorways shouting cognates of the word "Fuck" at passers by. He can sometimes appear a little damp around the eyes, but it could be whatever he is drinking from that can.
But famous jocks - they just don't, do they?
Posted by: Whyaxye | Monday, 09 July 2012 at 13:36
Well, I'll only believe they do on the day Sir Alex 'the wasp eater' Ferguson cries in public!
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 09 July 2012 at 16:44
David. In general we cry after marriage like most men do. 'Whit ra fuck hiv a dun'. Tennis is as boring as watching snooker on black and white telly.
Posted by: Jimmy | Monday, 09 July 2012 at 22:39
"Tennis is as boring as watching snooker on black and white telly."
Excellent, Jimmy!
Posted by: David Duff | Tuesday, 10 July 2012 at 08:30