Tennis!
Of all things! To set the scene I have never been much of a sports fan, ever! I used to enjoy playing tennis in school, and would always watch Wimbledon during the summer, but that was about it. This June I was unemployed and sat at home alone for most of the day doing my examining, therefore I watched pretty much every Wimbledon match that was played, and became a little but obsessed with tennis.
Since then I've religiously kept up to date with every tournament and competition, and more worryingly, have developed a love for this man.
I understand a love for Andy Murray is quite strange, but I have come to terms with it. Just like the fact that at the age of 25 I still love drinking Cream Soda, and I'm not American. Anyway I digress...
I don't know if it's the whole back story, the unloved and abused Scotsman who is often taken out of context and a little bit like Marmit to many of the British tennis fans, or the way my heart melted watching him cry when he lost the final of Wimbledon, but I have to finally admit it. I'm a little bit obsessed with Muzzah. And his muscles and often miserable face.
So today was the AO semi-final, luckily I had a free diary at work and internet access. Hence me completing paper work and being able to watch the whole game at the same time. Such a deserved win over the GOAT, and such a tense game. My love for tennis has further been cemented.
I will be up at 5am on Sunday in preparation for the final, and will no doubt end up cowering behind a pillow shouting obscenities at the TV.
Come on Murray!!
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