A human in the land of the Gods

Murray wasn’t a freak of technique like Roger Federer, nor a freak of endurance like Rafa Nadal, nor a freak of physics like Novak Djokovic. In many ways, he was all too human. He didn’t have an earth-shattering serve or a gigantic forehand, or even the advantage of left-handedness. What he did have was plenty of speed, bundles of intelligence and the pure, untrammelled desire that allowed him to hold his own in the most brutally competitive era men’s tennis has ever seen… More at The Independent.

Many people do not like Andy Murray and many of those people are British, or should I say English. He has been dubbed anti-English for more than a decade, even though the incident has been debunked by Tim Henman, and for some he comes over as a gruff Scotsman who is boring and in the mind of these people somehow a bad person.

He suffers from the same persona Gordon Brown did when he was our Prime Minister, a lack of media awareness and more importantly a lack of caring what the media think. He comes over as exactly who he is to me and has been refreshing to listen to over the past few years for the precisely the reasons many people don’t like him.

I suspect jealousy plays a part too. The English do not like people who succeed, they tend to prefer those who fall at the last hurdle because that is what the English do time and time again with only a few exceptions in recent history.

Andy Murray’s record is never going to trouble the greats of the game, three of whom he has had to play alongside for most of his career, but for a British tennis player his achievements are extraordinary-

3 Grand Slams (Wimbledon x 2 and the US Open)

2 Olympic golds

The Davis Cup (by far the majority of the points gained)

World number one for more than 40 weeks

Multiple ATP titles etc etc

For all of the above there are multiple other reasons for why he has received so many tributes today. The fact he is a decent bloke, his approach to women throughout his career and his humour. And the fact that I even named my dog, Murray, after him.

On 7th July 2013 my family and I witnessed the greatest sporting moment of our lives and it will live with me forever more. This followed years of hoping and wondering if a British tennis player could actually win Wimbledon, or a Grand Slam or anything goddam it! Well, he won the lot and will go down as one of the greatest British (Scottish) sportsmen of all time. Thank you Sir Andy.

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