How Wimbledon failed to serve up a spectacle
It hasn’t been a good summer for the marquee sports Britain prides itself on. Yes, the England cricket team has turned over the visiting Australians and, yes, Graham McDowell scored an historic victory at the US Open.
But these triumphs pale into insignificance between the twin disasters of the England football team and Andy Murray.
There is no need to revisit here the melancholy catastrophe that overtook Roo, Stevie G, JT and the rest of the boys at the hands of the beastly Germans.
And even Andy Murray’s collapse was not entirely unexpected.
But more serious is the failure of Wimbledon itself to live up to its billing as the premier grand slam event on the circuit.
Only an uncharacteristic bout of poor form on Venus’s part prevented a dull re-run of last year’s dull ladies’ final. What we got, though, was just as dull and just as predictable — it was still going to be a Williams winner.
The men’s final just played out to its inevitable conclusion — what was expected from the exit of Federer at the quarter finals stage.
Rafael Nadal proved himself as far ahead of his peers as the Williams sisters are of theirs.
Not a good competition, not a good spectacle and, in spite of every significant British personality other than Winston Churchill being in the crowd at centre crowd, not good TV, either