Tag Archives: tennis

Rafa’s tic

I’m still spending my evenings watching tennis from the O2. I was thinking last night what a miracle it is that girls scream and hold signs up saying ‘Marry Me’ to a man who pulls his knickers out of an … Continue reading

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The Sergio Tacchinis

This is the pair for the Wimbledon fortnight. You can feel yourself part of the player entourage, pumping your permatanned fist as your boy hits the trademark backhand winner down the line to save the break point. Tacchini himself was … Continue reading

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The Colours of Sport, or How Andy Murray Lost It

Is a sporting contest worth anything without an audience? The answer to this question is undoubtedly, Yes: my squash fixture against Ben the Hat is a key focal point of my week, and I take it most seriously, fitness wise … Continue reading

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On Being Kazimir Malevich

am currently reading a very good, very short, book, On Being John McEnroe, by Tim Adams. Mac is one of my all-time sporting heroes. One thing I admire about the ‘Superbrat,’ (a term coined by the Daily Express, I learn … Continue reading

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