It’s some kind of Wimbledon effect, I guess. It happens with British male tennis players, primarily during Wimbledon. It may just be me. But I always become overwhelmed by the urge to shout “Twat” at the screen. It certainly happened with Tim Henman and I know it happened with Greg Rusedski, the faux British Canadian. It is however reaching new heights with Andy Murray. I think it’s a combination of the clenched fist, grimacing and gurning when put in close proximity to fawning commentary and slow motion shots of toothless grannies clutching Union Jacks. It’s a potent mixture that is calculated to enrage – me, in particular. I suppose it’s the instant assumption of sanctity that arises, once they get past the third round. He’s the anointed one, he’s the greatest player in the world, he’s struggling really badly in the fourth round. Em, against some guy we’ve never heard … There’s more →