Andy Murray is on centre court, ready to go all the way to the final and then lose gallantly in true brit style. You heard it here first folks...
Meanwhile, us mere mortals, who should be working to pay the bills, instead chose to indulge in a spot of, "Tennis, easy game that. It's just hitting a ball over a net."
And then finding out it isn't so easy. Particular when hampered by hayfever and a dodgy stomach. Oh, and I've got a stiff back.
Yes, I am making my excuses as to my poor performance even before I go out there and hit a ball in anger. But it's hotter than hell out there. And in my local park I'm sure that not only will you be able to cut the atmosphere with a knife, the go-for-the-throat approach taken by many dogs round these parts may well be replicated by their owners on court.
Wish Lord Loafer luck, I'll need it!
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