It's easy for Big Andy: when he feels a bit tense he can go out and batter the ball about until he feels better. I do not think he understands just how hard it is to watch helplessly. Ivan Lendl was sitting scowling like that teacher who tried to hex Harry during the Quiddich match.
Anyway, I was sitting trying not to notice what was happening on court, enjoying the relief of the change round every other game when I had a blinding revelation. My flash of inspiration may not have been up to Road to Damascus standard but it far exceeded sunlight glinting on a broken bottle.
Everyone nowadays is acting a part!
In politics the SNP, for example, are using Lavinia Derwent scripts. I suppose they think that they are so old that we will all have forgotten but some of us still remember Tammy Troot, aka Alex Salmond, and Nicola Sturgeon is none other than Squeaker, ma wee moose.
At least politicians take their scripts from other art forms but television is positively incestuous. Reporting Scotland's Sally McNair has all the refined veneer of Miss Piggy, while the lad that did the tennis reporting is clearly modelled on Kermit, but the BAFTA winning performance comes from Big 'Jackie' Bird...