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Freddie Is Ready

‘ENGLAND’S victory over South Africa in yesterday’s one-day international may have made little difference to the triangular tournament.

Freddie – the bedrock of the England middle order

Both sides are already through to contest the final at the weekend and yesterday’s match was only really about confidence ahead of that match.

But it is England who will have taken the most out of the game and not just for the fact that they won by four wickets with 11 overs to spare.

The English bowling attack again caused problems for the batting side, but this time on a pitch that was generally reckoned to be a decent surface.

The fielding was, for the most part, outstanding with some excellent catching.

And, despite the continuing frailties at the top of the order, the batting held firm when it might have crumbled.

However, the best thing to happen to England in their one-day matches this summer is the emergence of Andrew Flintoff as a player around whom England can build their side.

Yesterday, he not only helped rescue England in partnership with Michael Vaughan (as he had done against Zimbabwe on Sunday), but he took a stunning slip catch to dismiss Jacques Kallis and chipped in with a wicket in his nine overs.

While Vaughan has rightly been receiving the plaudits in the last 12 months as England’s top batsman and James Anderson has been hogging the bowling headlines, Flintoff has been working hard on his game.

He is now an integral part of the England team in both forms of cricket and should be able to assume the all-rounder mantle in the Test side when Alec Stewart retires.

Arguments rage about where Flintoff should bat in one-day cricket, but in Test matches England would love for him to be able to come in at No.6.

That would allow Chris Read (or James Foster) to bat at No.7, followed by the four bowlers.

It was the balance of the side when, dare we mention his name, Ian Botham was in his prime – and it served England well.

Flintoff will never be as good a bowler as Botham was in his prime, but he does have the potential to be as good a batsman.

And, as we saw yesterday, he also has the knack of taking blinding catches…

Posted: 9th, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Getting Becks’ Number

‘WANT to know the real reason why David Beckham now wears No.23 on his back? The Guardian tells us that it’s because Posh told him to.

‘Come on, Day-vid, let’s try again – 20, 21, 22 and…’

Originally, the England captain had been offered the No.4 shirt of departing Real Madrid captain Fernando Hierro, and the now famous 23.

Neither David nor the club could reach a decision – until Mrs Beckham popped her skinny neck round the door and made her thoughts known.

And so it is that David Beckham now wears the No.23 in Spain.

Such a story does little to scotch rumours that Posh leads David by the nose. But in football rumour is part and parcel of the game.

Mindful of that, and in the interests of science, the Times produces the ‘Footski Index’, a graph showing how likely it is that Chelsea will buy the players they are rumoured to want.

Ranging from ‘You’ve lost your roubles’ to ‘Perestroika!’, the man most likely to be wearing Chelsea blue next season is… well, take a look at the list of hopefuls and make your guess.

The men wanted by the Roman Abramovich regime are: Thierry Henry, Joe Cole, Harry Kewell, Wayne Rooney, Ronaldinho, David Beckham and Scott Parker.

The winner is… yes, Scott Parker. You can already hear the fans at the Bridge let out long sigh at that one.

Another thing that might never actually happen is a London 2012 Olympic Games. The Independent leads its sports coverage with news of the London bid.

The paper hears Jacques Rogge, president of the International Olympic Committee, emerge from a meeting with Tony Blair, in which the pair discussed how London can win the day.

And the key concern is security. ‘If you look at what I’d say were essential elements in a bid, I would put security first,’ says Rogge.

This is, apparently, good news for London, which can call upon the services of Peter Ryan, an ex-Metropolitan Police officer who co-ordinated security at the Sydney and Salt Lake City Games.

Which is a fillip to the London bid, and bad news for anyone who wants to park near the stadium.

Posted: 8th, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Wiping The Slaters Clean

‘SEEING how Tim Henman has affected EastEnders’ output, it was spiriting to see two of the Slater sisters being allowed to work the Wimbledon crowd.

Kat among the pigeons?

Not being a fan of that soap opera, I am unsure who or what Lucy Rusedski and Oonagh have slept with and the position they occupy in the great morning bathroom line-up.

They are, though, Slaters to the core, right down to the assisted hair colour, the inch-think layer of slap and the way they can make an audience cringe.

Other lasting memories of this year’s Wimbledon are few, but a couple do linger in the memory as far as today.

The pick of the bunch has to be Tim Henman’s shot against David Nalbandian. The ball had bounced twice, but Tim, tigerish to the last, was so keen to hit it back he forgot to count.

Should we give Henman the benefit of the doubt? Did he know the ball had bounced twice?

Is it as easy to count from the stands and the sofa as it is when you are an outstretched arm away from the ball?

Let’s just call it Henman’s fighting spirit, rather than outright cheating.

It’s a similar tenacious approach to the game that saw Greg Rusedski, the player married to one of those Slater girls, deliver his best volley in ages, albeit one of abuse.

Here were the British players showing their mettle. The foreigners cheat (only they didn’t), so why don’t we? The foreigners swear and curse (only they didn’t), so why don’t we?

After years of waiting, British tennis was finally ready to fight dirty.

Meanwhile, the rest had moved on. The Williams girls, who conduct themselves with grace and poise in the face of much unwarranted criticism, were unstoppable.

Mark Philippoussis, a shy man off the court and on it, fought a final with the quiet, modest Swiss, Roger Federer.

There was no swearing. There were no histrionics. It was all very much in keeping with the best traditions of Wimbledon.

Perhaps Greg and Tim can learn from the foreign stars and less from EastEnders…

Posted: 8th, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Roger And Out

‘NO, Tim Henman has not had cosmetic surgery, grown his hair long and adopted the look of a winner. That man holding the racket and Wimbledon trophy on the cover of the Independent’s sport section is Roger Federer.

Swiss ace

Roger is the first Swiss man to win at Wimbledon, or to win any tennis Grand Slam event for that matter. And he did it by beating Australian Mark Philippoussis in straight sets.

Of course, the paper’s tennis ace, John Roberts, knew Federer would win all along. In a section entitled ‘You read it here first’, Roberts takes out his trumpet and gives it a hearty blow.

‘He will have to overcome his suspect mental strength over the course of the championship,’ said Roberts of the now champion in the run-up to Wimbledon. ‘If he does, he will make a splendid champion.’

Nothing like a good ‘told yer so’ to make someone feel important, even if it is blackened by a big ‘if’ and masked by thousands of words about all the other players and a certain Tiger Tim.

The other major tennis story is found in the Guardian, where Martina Navratilova is seen winning her 20th Wimbledon trophy, 30 years after winning her first.

She tied Billie Jean King’s record of a score of Wimbledon titles by winning the mixed doubles contest with her partner Leander Paes.

At 46-years-old, the durable player is now the oldest person to be a Wimbledon champion – a fact that means Tim Henman has years to go before he can call it a day.

Meanwhile, the Formula One motor racing procession is still going on. Yesterday, Ralf Schumacher won the French Grand Prix, beating Juan Pablo Montoya and brother Michael into second and third places respectively.

The Telegraph says that Williams, for whom Ralf Schumacher drives, is ‘running hot again’.

We simply say, ‘Told you so’. We told you Schumacher would win the race. And we’ll tell you now that if he drives better than everybody else, he’ll win the drivers’ title.

You heard it here first…

Posted: 7th, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Balls To Henmania

‘YESTERDAY, Wimbledon got a worthy champion in Roger Federer, the fourth seed who at last lived up to his undoubted promise to claim his first Grand Slam title.

Federer kneels before image of Henman

In his matches against Andy Roddick and Mark Philippoussis he showed just what a great player he is and led us all to believe that this title will be the first of many.

While Roddick relies exclusively on power, the 21-year-old Swiss brilliantly varies the pace and angle of his shots.

And the fact that in both matches, he served more aces than his opponent shows that he is no slouch in the power game himself.

The final may not have been a great match in terms of drama but, as an exhibition of shot-making, it was spectacular.

It was a fitting climax to a tournament that had been for too long overshadowed by the British obsession with Tim Henman.

One can understand the British desperation for their first men’s champion in three-quarters of a century, but Henmania has got totally out of hand.

And the chief culprits are not the sad people with their face paint and their Union Jack hats, but the BBC and the print media who are only too happy to pour petrol on the flames.

Until Henman is knocked out of the tournament, which this year did not happen until the second Thursday, it is to all intents and purposes a one-man event.

Only after his obituary has been written do we discover that a whole tennis tournament has been going on without our knowledge.

The rest of the players – and the British tennis public – deserve a lot better than that.

Certainly, Roger Federer who played some of the most sublime tennis Centre Court has ever seen deserves better than to be a sideshow to a man whose chances of ever winning the tournament decline with each passing year. ‘

Posted: 7th, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Time Out For Tim

‘SO now Tim Henman is free to concentrate on the league, or whatever it is tennis players do when they’ve crashed out of the knock-out events.

‘There’s always someone who leaves early to miss the traffic…’

Henman is good enough to be the best British player in a sport, but is unlucky to have chosen the sport of tennis.

Even his most die-hard fans, the menopausal Henmaniacs who ooh and aaahh with each volley and lob, have no idea what he does for the other 50 weeks and three or four days of the year beyond Wimbledon fortnight.

Do his parents travel the world watching young Tim? Does his mum, Jane, pack up her range of tennis clothing and open her car boot in Madrid, Manila and other tennis spots?

Does Tim’s dad, Tony, sit there impassive as a stuffed turbot at the other Grand Slam events, as he does at Wimbledon?

There was a story that someone saw Tim’s dad move. But on further examination it proved to be wind.

And if you wonder how Motionless Tony gets to his Centre Court seat, we hear that it’s partly down to the magic of Wimbledon and part Stena technology.

(Tony never leaves the seat, but just descends into a cavity beneath the stands where he waits for the first union Jack of summer.)

Tim’s wife Lucy can’t be expected to travel the world in pursuit of her man – the pair have a child, and uprooting the little ‘un is not easy.

Besides, having your children see you at work is nice once but who’d want them there every day?

So with few witnesses, we can only guess what Tim does beyond Wimbledon.

Some cable TV station follows the ATP Tour, on which Tim is, apparently, a player, but if they can mock up the 1969 moon landings in a TV studio in Teddington, they can make Tim play tennis in Dubai.

So, farewell, Tim, it is time to get back into your box.

Next year you will be one year older, and we will be a year wiser. You might win Wimbledon; you might not.

The only thing for certain is that in 2004 Henman will still be the British No.1 by a country mile, and that tennis will still be something that goes well with Pimm’s.

Although a cucumber sandwich is a close second…

Posted: 4th, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Grrroans All Round

‘WIMBLEDON came to a sudden and abrupt halt yesterday when Tim Henman was knocked out and we all realised we didn’t know who on earth was left in.

‘I hope you lose in the semis and your family are killed in a horrible accident’

The Tiger growled his way to the second week for the eighth time – a record only matched by ‘Pistol’ Pete Sampas and ‘Jimbo’ Jimmy Connors.

But much to the dismay of the misfits, miscreants and Miss Bromwich 1997s who constitute his fan base, he lost out at the quarter-final stage to Sebastien Grosjean.

The Telegraph says ‘the feeling of despair and emptiness…was gruesomely evident’ when Henman hit his final return into the net, although it’s unclear whether this despair refers to Henman himself, his fans or the media.

The latter certainly has had to turn to their programmes and find out who else is involved in the tournament.

Not that it would be such a hard guess in the ladies’ singles, where the Williams sisters will use Centre Court to settle their domestic squabble.

In the men’s, Mark Philippoussis beat Alexander Popp (a British passport holder when he was two sets to nil up; a German now he’s lost) to set up a semi-final with Grosjean, while Andy Roddick and Roger Federer will fight it out for the other final place.

Not that the rest of the sports news makes good reading – South Africa easily beat England in the one-dayer at Old Trafford and Bowdoin Rowing Association (US) beat Durham University by one length in the Henley Royal Pooh-Sticks Regatta.

So back to Tim – and stand up and take a bow, wherever you are, Martin Collins a supermarket manager from Watford when the Times caught up with him.

‘Dressed in tennis whites, with a Union Jack thrown across his shoulders and his face painted to resemble a tiger, he laid out his ‘I love Henman’ tablecloth and toasted the British No.1 with a large beaker of sparkling wine.’

Ignore the cynics, Martin – it is people like you who put the Grrrr into Grrrrreat Britain…

Posted: 4th, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Reign In Spain

‘TIM Henman might be as charismatic as a stuffed shirt, but he is the master of suspense.

Tiger or a drowned cat?

Yesterday the rain fell and broke Henman’s match with Sebastien Grosjean into four.

The fifth, and what we hope will be the final part of the Wimbledon quarter-final, will be played today.

The Times says that the schizophrenic weather – rain, then sun, then rain, then sun, then rain again – was in keeping with Henman’s performance, which says everything about ‘why he is loved, why he is feared, why he is despised’.

We know the Tiger has his fans and his critics, but despised is surely too strong a word to ever use in the context of the British No.1.

Just tell the Henmaniacs that someone hates their man and watch them tear the villain to pieces.

Which is pretty much what the baying mob that went to see David Beckham in Madrid would have done to their new idol had a large wire fence not separated them.

One boy did manage to wriggle under the divide, and the Telegraph watches as he dashes up to the England captain and wraps his arm around him.

Given the furore over the Prince William birthday bash, you’d be unsurprised if the papers immediately began speculating over what would have happened if the boy had been a bomb or was a terrorist on a mission of evil.

Of course, as with the Prince and the comedy terrorist incident, it’s all good publicity, and Beckham was keen to play the good guy, giving the new arrival his spare No.23 shirt and a few friendly pats on the head.

And get used to number 23 being the new number to have. As the Guardian says, this number has magical qualities.

We learn that American basketball legend Michael Jordan wore the number in the pomp.

And if that’s not enough to turn your head, know that the number is also worn at club level by Sol Campbell, Christian Ziege, Carlo Cudicini and Jamie Carragher.

It was also the number being worn by Deportivo La Coruna’s midfielder Aldo Duscher when he broke a bone in Beckham’s foot.

Which is very, very interesting…

Posted: 3rd, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

The Real Story

‘IF anyone had any doubts that Real Madrid’s interest in David Beckham was based solely on his ability as a footballer, yesterday’s press conference will surely have dispelled them.

‘And when do I get to wear this shirt?’

It is certainly no accident that Beckham has been given the No.23 shirt – the same number as that worn by basketball legend Michael Jordan.

And the words from the club and the player were chosen to try to counter the view, particularly in Spain, that this is purely a commercial decision.

Beckham himself felt the need to stress how important football is to him, something that is taken for granted with any other player.

‘Of course I love my family,’ he said. ‘I have a wonderful life, but football is everything to me and joining Real Madrid is a dream come true.’

Real president Florentino Perez also stressed that the club believe in Beckham as a footballer.

But he also made it clear that Beckham’s contribution to Real Madrid will not be confined to the pitch.

‘He is a man of our times and a symbol of modern-day stardom and what is certain is Real have signed Beckham because he’s a great footballer and a very dedicated professional,’ Perez said.

‘His team spirit is unsurpassed and he is one of the best English players of all-time and if only because of that he is with us.

‘We love Beckham because he makes us the best team on and off the pitch.’

However, the test will be how Beckham goes down with Real fans. They care little for the club’s profile in Asia or for its merchandising reach – they only care that it wins.

There is not a side in the world that would not want to have Beckham in its squad, but it is now up to the man to prove himself on the pitch.

Only if he does that will Perez be right in his prediction that Beckham ‘is a great player who is going to become part of the club’s great history’.

Posted: 3rd, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Golden Oldies

‘YOU join us in 2049, where Lord David Beckham of Dolce & Gabbana is about to renew his wedding vows with Lady Posh in a pay-per-view Golden Balls event sponsored by Eazy Dentures, ‘for the tooth with added bite’.

Taking the piss

‘I give you this Tiffany gold and diamond ring as a symbol of our vows, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honour you,’ says David.

The vow is promptly translated into 52 of the world’s most popular languages. When peace is restored, it’s time for Victoria to speak.

‘I give you this CD of my greatest hits as a small yet tasteful medallion of our eternal love.’

She turns to the camera built now into David’s forehead. ‘In buying this CD, you the people of Earth will know that you support us in our love. And I think that is something really important.’

A screen drops down from behind the effigy of Jesus (with football boots and David Beckham tattoo). David and Victoria kneel before it. The rest of the world follows.

The screen flickers into life and we see pictures of David and Victoria’s greatest moments. There’s the original wedding, the births of Brooklyn, Romeo and Real.

And there’s the video of the day he signed for Madrid, the tour of Asia and the footage of David pissing into a cup on his medical examination for the Spanish giants.

Oh, you haven’t seen that? Well, you should have subscribed to the Real Madrid TV channel, where the medical was relayed live yesterday.

The entire thing was, as with all things Beckham, sponsored, and the Spanish health insurance company Sanita were happy to pick up the £250,000 tab, and keep Beckham free from germs.

The rest of the video was familiar to all. The shot of David leading England to victory in the Best Dressed Team section of the 2006 World Cup; his Giorgio Armani tattoo (with washing instructions and official logo); and his conversion to Islam and subsequent marriages to Ulrika Jonsson, Kathryn Blair and Geri Halliwell.

What happens to David next is anyone’s guess. Although, you can bet it will come with a label and a large marketing budget.

Posted: 2nd, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Chelsea Pillage

‘KEN Bates, the man who helped transform Chelsea from a second division outfit into a leading Premiership football club, is gone.

Ken Bates – in his reserved seat

Bates has sold his controlling stake in Chelsea Village for £29.6 million. And the new owner, as seen in the Mail, is one Roman Abramovich, a Russian oil magnate.

Looking for obvious puns about Chelski, and finding them on the front page of the Sun, we turn to the back of that paper, where former Blues’ favourite Peter Osgood is happy to see Ken go.

‘Thank God for that,’ says Osgood, who was sacked from Chelsea’s hospitality staff last year.

‘Ken Bates is not the nicest man in the world and I don’t like the way he treats people. I’ve never been a fan of his.’

Liked and loathed, Bates was at least a character, a rare breed in a game where corporate facelessness now provides the game’s chairmen.

But what of the new man in charge?

The Express profiles Abramovich, ‘a new breed of Russian’, and hears Bates say that he’s good news for the club.

‘With this guy’s help and financial muscle we can be one of the top four or five clubs in Europe,’ says Bates.

Or the new broom could just realise the potential of the ground, sell it off and move the entire operation to Mitchum or Moscow, those hotbeds of Chelsea fervour.

Things are always less certain than the Ken Bates’ hype.

And it remains less than clear whether Tim Henman will be victorious in this year’s Wimbledon.

In readiness for today’s match between Tim and Sebastien Grosjean, the Sun puts the game in perspective.

‘Blimey…I’m Bigger Than EastEnders,’ says the headline, created in light of Monday’s performance, when Henman’s victory over David Nalbandian delayed the soap opera by one hour.

If he can now delay his departure until he’s lifted the cup, we’ll all be grateful…

Posted: 2nd, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

No Quarter Given

‘HOT flushes all round this morning as housewives’ favourite Tim Henman dominates the back pages after his fine win over David Nalbandian.

A Hen Party

The Sun reminds us all that Henman is now in the quarter-finals of Wimbledon for the seventh time in eight years, an excellent record for Britain’s sole tennis hope.

Tim’s chances of winning have been greatly enhanced by the failure of Andre Agassi, who had been favourite to win the title.

The Sun watches the charismatic American fail to beat the big-serving Australian Mark Philippoussis, losing in five sets.

Add to this the fact that the crowd are behind Henman and the Chiswick Challenger’s chances look even better.

The Henmaniacs, who queue for tickets and paint their faces in the manner of Russian escort girls, are praised by their hero in the Mirror.

Henman says that the crowd ‘were really phenomenal’. He goes on: ‘The noise was really incredible and that really helped me.’

And an enthusiastic crowd can be expected when David Beckham takes his medical in Madrid.

The Sun says that the urine sample and heart test will be sponsored by Spanish private health company Sanitas.

The firm has paid an ‘incredible’ £250,000 for the right to stick their name on Beckham’s vial of urine in an examination that will be screened live on Real Madrid’s own TV station this afternoon.

Presumably, the golden liquid from Golden Balls will then be auctioned off by the droplet, sold as a cure for impotence, shyness and other sporting ailments.

Posted: 1st, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Tiger Feat

‘FOR the seventh time in eight years, Tim Henman has reached the quarter-final at Wimbledon – a record practically unsurpassed in recent years.

Flying the flag

Given the amount of pressure Henman is now under to give Britain its first men’s singles champion for three-quarters of a century, the feat is nothing short of remarkable.

And in his past four visits to the quarter-final, the British No.1 has every time progressed to the semi-finals, losing there on each occasion to the defending champion.

For the moment, Henman’s thoughts will not stray beyond Wednesday when he meets the winner of the Grosjean-Ferrero match.

But the defeat of Andre Agassi means that Henman could easily find himself as the highest seed in the bottom half of the draw when he steps out to play tomorrow.

That is not to say that there are not plenty of obstacles in his path to reaching the final.

Sebastien Grosjean, who leads Juan Carlos Ferrero by two sets to one overnight, beat Henman a couple of weeks ago at Queen’s.

Mark Philippoussis, who played magnificently to defeat Agassi, beat Henman when they last met at Wimbledon – in the fourth round in 2000.

And then there is Alexander Popp, who has only played one Wimbledon before in 2000 when he reached the quarter-final.

There are a lot of things Henman will be delighted about following his match against David Nalbandian, whom he had never previously beaten.

But his serve, which he lost five times in four sets yesterday (including three times in a row) is still a major worry.

Against the likes of Philippoussis, a single service break is pretty well the difference between success and defeat and Henman needs to get more penetration on his delivery.

Whether Henman can go further this year than he has been before is highly doubtful, but even if he doesn’t his is a magnificent achievement.

It is only when he is no longer a challenger that his record in SW19 will be recognised – and the championship itself will regain a bit of sanity.

Posted: 1st, July 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

The Rules Of Engagement

‘BY popular demand (how I’ve pleaded), we are pleased to relive British tennis’ most famous moment since Cliff Richard made it rain.

”Come on, Timmy!”

Take it away, Greg Rusedski. ”I can’t do anything if the crowd f***ing call it. Absolutely f***ing ridiculous. At least replay the point. F***ing ridiculous. F***ing ridiculous. F***ing ridiculous.

”It’s f***ing ridiculous. F***ing ridiculous. Some w**ker in the crowd changes the whole match. Well done. Well done. Absolutely sh*t”.

He swears like a native does that Greg – and no native of Canada either, but one born and bred on British filth.

We all know by now that he swore because some idiot had called ”Out!” when the ball hit by his opponent Andy Roddick was marginally good, causing Greg to pause and lose the point.

Now step forward the man with the foghorn voice and dodgy vision, Lithuanian Evaldas Zilionis.

With a name like that, you almost expect him to offer up a cheery ”Hello, Peeps”. Instead he just pleads ignorance.

”I don’t understand the rules, but I was trying to get the point replayed.” In mid-point? And what’s a point, anyhow, when you don’t understand the rules? As an admission of culpability, it’s a failure.

And one spotted by the crowd gathering in on Mr Zilionis, who, as the heckler says, ”were calling me a moron”. ”Yes, I feel a bit of a moron,” agrees Mr Zilionis.

So which of Rusedski or Zilionis behaved the worse? Is the reaction excused by the cause?

The feeling is that it is. Showing passion when you are losing a match is easily excusable. Rusedski resorted only to verbal violence.

But Mr Zilionis cannot be so readily forgiven. Like a football fan who goes to the match equipped with a whistle, and blows it at will, Zilionis has taken things too far.

But in answer to his claim of ignorance, let’s fill him in on one key Wimbledon rule.

The crowd must wait until the point is over, or the non-British player is about to serve, and then scream something out. ”Come on, Timmy,” usually does the job.

Failing that, a rendition of Summer Holiday is the done thing.

Posted: 30th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Raining On Tim’s Parade

‘TODAY, weather almost certainly not permitting, Tim Henman will walk onto Centre Court for his eighth fourth round match at Wimbledon in eight years.

Andre Agassi does his hilarious impersonation of Tim Henman

And once again we will get our face painted, put a Union Jack hat on and collectively scream ‘Come on, Tim’ as we try to propel the Tiger into his seventh quarter-final.

The Independent recalls that only Mark Philippoussis in 2000 has beaten Henman at this stage of the tournament.

And his list of victims, which includes Pat Rafter, Richard Krajicek, Jim Courier and Todd Martin, is a highly impressive one.

To that list Henman will have to add the name of last year’s runner-up David Nalbandian if he is to realise his dream of winning the tournament this year.

However, the Guardian says the weather and the match scheduling, which has Henman out last on Centre Court to maximise the BBC’s ratings, could count against the No.10 seed.

Also, he has never beaten the Argentine (although they have only met twice), so when he does eventually get on court, he will start off as underdog. Or undertiger.

Britain’s interest in the Winter Olympics is normally confined to a group of Scottish housewives with their brooms out.

We certainly couldn’t care less normally where the event is held, but the Guardian reports on how we should all be crossing our fingers that Vancouver gets the nod for the 2010 games.

The Canadian city is the red-hot favourite, but its success ‘could sound the death knell’ for New York’s bid to host the 2012 games.

If, however, Salzburg gets the gig, then Barbara Cassani’s job of convincing the IOC to bring the games to London in 2012 ‘will begin to look like a mission impossible’.

Meanwhile, Olympic champion Denise Lewis’s decision to continue to work with discredited coach Dr Ekkart Arbeit has attracted criticism from the highest quarter.

IOC president Jacques Rogge said it was ‘not a good idea’ for Lewis to associate herself with a man who was a major figure in East Germany’s state-controlled doping regime of the 1970s and 1980s.

And the Telegraph believes that what was originally portrayed as a little local difficulty could have implications for London’s Olympic bid and British sport as a whole.

Finally, the Times reports that Andrew Caddick has managed to pick up a back injury while recuperating from a foot injury and is likely to miss the whole of the South Africa series.

And Fifa, in its infinite wisdom, has decided to ban players taking their shirts off to celebrate a goal.

It’s good to see that with everything going on in football, someone has got their priorities right.

Posted: 30th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Death In The Afternoon

‘THERE are truly shocking pictures on the front of the papers this morning of Marc Vivien Foe, the Manchester City midfielder who collapsed and died during a match yesterday.

”I never touched him, ref”

The 28-year-old had a suspected heart attack towards the end of the Confederations Cup game between Cameroon and Colombia.

And the Sun shows the referee and two Colombian players frantically trying to summon medical help for the prone father-of-three.

The Mirror says Foe was walking unchallenged in the centre circle when his heart suddenly stopped. He collapsed and never regained consciousness.

He was carried on a stretcher off the pitch and to the medical room where doctors battled in vain for 45 minutes to revive him.

Meanwhile, the game carried on in his absence with his team-mates unaware until they came off the pitch that he was dead.

And even amid tragedy sport does carry on with Tim Henman powering through to the third round at Wimbledon.

Yet again, Henman is the lone British representative in the draw for either of the singles.

For him it is a case of ”business as usual”, but the Express hears him hold out some hope that his former coach David Felgate will turn things round.

”He has as good a chance as anyone because I know how brutally honest he can be and how tough he will be on some of the players,” he says.

”I’m sure it will be a shock to them, but we have got to break out of the rut we are in.”

Zimbabwe’s cricketers broke out of their rut yesterday as they recovered from 15-4 to overhaul England’s 191 in the first of the Nat West one-day internationals.

Grant Flower’s unbeaten 96 was the match-winning innings and prompts the Mail’s headline: ”England’s Weeds Are Shown up By Flower.”

But, despite an ”insipid” performance by England, Michael Vaughan has ruled out an emergency call to Graham Thorpe to boost the side’s batting.

However, he said he might drop down to No.5 in the batting order to try to lend experience lower down.

”Obviously I am a little bit worried, but we have inexperienced players and have got to give them a little leeway. But we have got to learn a little bit faster than we have been doing.”

This weekend’s match against South Africa would be a good time to start.

Posted: 27th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Balancing Act

‘TWO brilliant innings by Marcus Trescothick have allowed England to gloss over what is a fundamental problem in their one-day batting line-up – not enough batsmen.

Vaughan worries about his top order

His quick-fire 86 in the second of the matches against Pakistan had effectively won the match for England before the middle-order was exposed.

And his unbeaten ton in the third of the three matches saw England home after the middle order had been blown away by Pakistan.

However, England cannot expect one man (or even two or three men) to get all the side’s runs.

And, looking at the line-up at the moment, it seems that that is what they are expecting.

I argued before – and yesterday’s defeat by Zimbabwe just emphasises the point – that England need another specialist batsman in the side.

With an inexperienced Vikram Solanki opening and Jim Troughton or Robert Key coming in at No.4, the top order batting looks frail.

There is a lot of sense in promoting Andrew Flintoff to No.5 – he is a much better batsman than the lower middle order slogger he has at times been cast as.

But that can only work if the batting round him is stronger than it is at present.

Michael Vaughan insists he will stick with the personnel who have been selected for the series – and he is right to do so.

Bringing back Graham Thorpe would be seen as a panic measure and would send out the wrong signals, even though it is clear the side would be better for his return.

But he does need to alter the balance of the side if England are to achieve their objective, which is building a team for the future.

Posted: 27th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Out Of Order

”’I CAN’T do anything if the crowd f***ing call it. Absolutely f***ing ridiculous. At least replay the point. F***ing ridiculous. F***ing ridiculous. F***ing ridiculous.

”I’m telling you, man. She’s as thin as a f***ing rake”

”It’s f***ing ridiculous. F***ing ridiculous. Some w**ker in the crowd changes the whole match. Well done. Well done. Absolutely sh*t.”

Thanks to the Independent for reproducing that tirade, as delivered by Greg Rusedski to an incredulous and unapologetic umpire as he slumped to defeat at Wimbledon.

The key question now for Rusedski is what fine he will earn for his outburst. Staying with the Independent, readers learn that the maximum fine under All England Club rules is $10,000.

Which is about $426 per asterisk.

Of course, it is not right and proper to make light of so public a fit, but Rusedski was, as the Times says, incensed by a voice calling ”out” from the vicinity of the line judge when the ball was in.

Rusedski lost the point to Andy Roddick and a considerable amount of his cool. And with that went the any hope of salvaging the match.

Back to more important Wimbledon matters, the Times watches Daniela Hantuchova, the No.9 seed, lose to Shinobu Asagoe 12-10 in the deciding set.

”My God, she’s thin,” is the assessment of the Slovakian’s performance by the paper’s resident tennis watcher.

”She’s about an inch wide,” says Alison Kervin. ”She weighs less than a feather.” Her arms are so tiny they ”look almost doll-like”.

Alison really knows her tennis. And one question remains to be answered: ”Why would an athlete allow herself to become so terrifying thin?”

Answer: To allow the likes of Alison Kelvin and fat women to talk about tennis like they know which end of the racket is up.

The papers should stick to what they know about: football. And the Guardian says that Paul Gascoigne has been threatened with legal action by his Chinese club Gansu Tianma.

It seems that Gazza has not been seen in China since football was suspended following the outbreak of the Sars virus.

A representative for the player says his client has not returned because he is in dispute over his pay.

”********* ***** ******* ****,” he said.

Posted: 26th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

No-One For Tennis

‘EARLIER this week the BBC’s coverage of Wimbledon tennis was interrupted for a few words from newly-converted tennis fan Nell McAndrew.

No, Nell, that’s a stool, not a tennis racket

Nell, a model whose quest for publicity recently saw her ”marry” Dale Winton, was now available to talk up the summer sport.

She’d never played it, save for an exhibition match with Tim Henman, in which she made an exhibition of herself.

Nell, Britain’s answer to Anna Kournikova, was soon joined by a man, a fashion designer, who had created a range of tennis T-shirts.

The gear was nothing too special, although the TV presenter Craig Doyle said he thought it was ace.

The only notable thing was that the clothes were black, like the man who had designed them. Here was Wimbledon breaking a written rule – the one about white clothes – and an unwritten rule – the one about black people.

Of course there are black faces at Wimbledon. There are the Williams sister for starters. And for finishers.

But they get less press than the menopausal fans who flag wave for Tim Henman. These fans are an embarrassment to the sport. To them it is a hobby, up there with macramé and scrabble.

This is not Henman’s fault, he can only do his best, but he must be concerned that his appeal goes little further than the Beaconsfield Cake Club.

It is, perhaps, a product of how the game is sold. To the BBC, the channel that covers Wimbledon, the domestic Grand Slam event is a chance for lots of cheap sun-kissed telly.

It is fronted by Sue Barker, the most boring presenter of all time – the epitome of how introverted a sport becomes when it employs sportspeople as journalists.

She chortles at the sight of patriotic men in Union Jack waistcoats. She creases up at the mere mention of Henman Hill, delighting in what she would doubtless call the ”very Britishness” of it all.

We should, however, be thankful that she is not one half of a double act. Had Sue married Cliff Richard, her former and seemingly only boyfriend, we might have been lumbered with tennis’ answer to Richard and Judy.

”This is just great,” says Cliff to his livin’ doll. ”Look! There’s a Union Jack,” splutters Sue, excited as a puppy to see the flag now used as a picnic blanket on the aforesaid Hill. ”Groovy,” says Cliff.

So please let’s change things before they get any worse. Tennis is a sport, and should be treated like one.

If Britain is ever to produce a champion it will need to be at the new all-inclusive All England club. And not the last refuge of the Empire culture.

Posted: 26th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment (1) | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Different Time Zones

‘HAD Manchester United adopted the same policy towards their managers as many continental clubs do to theirs, Alex Ferguson would today probably be no more than a footnote in the club’s history.

”Allo, Allo”

His name would have been mentioned in the same breath as Dave Sexton and Tommy Docherty and Ron Atkinson.

As it is, United persevered with the Scot when results were not going for the club and have been rewarded with eight league titles, a European Cup and several domestic cups.

With the record Ferguson has, there would be no question of United sacking their manager, despite the fact that he has only brought the continent’s greatest prize to the club once.

Compare United’s treatment of Ferguson with Real Madrid’s treatment of Vincente Del Bosque.

He is the manager who in the four years since he took over from John Toshack has guided the club to two European Cups, two league titles, one European Super Cup and one World Club Championship.

And he is, from the day after he saw his Real side clinch the league title, a man out of a job.

Of course, Del Bosque has been helped by having many of the world’s best players to call upon – Zinedine Zidane, Raul, Ronaldo, Luis Figo etc.

But that in itself brings problems and the manner in which Del Bosque has managed to meld these massive individual egos into a team says a lot for his skills as a manager.

It may be that the new coach, whoever he may be, will be able to take Real on to even greater heights, but the contrary is also true.

Club president Florentino Perez is the toast of one half of Madrid having made the club undoubtedly the best in the world, but that popularity will only last for as long as they are winning.

If the new coach does not have early success, it may not just be him who gets it in the neck from the fans – Perez will rightly start feeling the heat too.

Posted: 25th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Paper Tiger

‘EVER the showman, Tim Henman delighted his legion of suburban fans on Henman Hill with his 6-2, 7-6, 3-6, 6-1 victory over the lesser talents of Tomas Zib.

Tim crushes a fly with his bare hand

Surely the papers will be full of how Grrreat Tim is and how he put the roar back into tennis.

But none if it. The Guardian says that, if this is to be Henman’s year of triumph, he ”could hardly have made a worse botch of it”.

The paper even senses that the overriding feeling among his fans was of relief and not joy. Nor a typical hot flush.

The Independent continues the theme, announcing by way of a headline that ”Henman survives a battle against uncertainty”.

But Henman is certain of one thing. ”The bottom line is I haven’t been good enough,” he says.

That’s a candid assessment of the reasons why he has not been Wimbledon champion. But the signs are that he’s not getting better and is now battling age and a sore shoulder as well as some of the world’s best talents.

But British tennis is not all about Tim Henman. Really, it is not. It is about middle-class values, belonging to a club and Jamie Delgado, the man in the Telegraph’s eye.

The paper watches as the man who was once Britain’s best young prospect takes a set off the great Andre Agassi. And he must be delighted. After all, the paper hears him enthusing about just being there.

”Oh, it’s unbelievable,” said Jamie before his defeat, ”just what you always dream of. It’s as good as your wildest dreams.”

If tennis dreams are made of just being there, what do wild tennis dreams consist of – being there naked save for a well-placed strawberry?

And talking of also-rans, the Times says that Tottenham Hotspur are set to sign a player.

News is that Spurs are inching towards a £8.3 million deal for Helder Postiga, the Porto and Portugal forward.

These are heady times indeed at The Lane…

Posted: 25th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Tall Order

‘WHAT’S 6ft 10in high and likes to beat Australians? No, it’s not Martin Johnson – he is a bit smaller than that.

Daniela Hantuchova also won yesterday

The answer is Croatian tennis player Ivo Karlovic, who yesterday knocked defending Wimbledon champion Lleyton Hewitt out of the tournament.

The Times salutes the lofty one, showing him taking the acclaim for his historic win. Ranked as the world’s 203rd best player, Karlovic was given no chance against the world’s No.2.

But sport can throw up the unexpected, and yesterday it did just that.

Hewitt, as the Independent says, has become only the second defending men’s singles champion and top seed ever to lose in the first round.

The first was Manuel Santana of Spain, who in 1967 lost to American Charlie Pasarell.

History lesson over, the Telegraph returns to current matters, revealing that Juan Sebastian Veron is eyeing a move from Manchester United to Italy – anywhere in Italy.

”I’m flattered that a few teams are looking at me,” says the man who arrived with much hype and pomp for £28 million in 2001.

But the real shock move is the Real shock move – the news that Real Madrid have released their manager Vincente Del Bosque from his job.

The Guardian says that the man who has just led the whites to a league title, and a total of seven trophies in just over three years in charge, is out of a job.

But the search for the man to take over from him has the paper pointing the finger at Manchester United.

No, not Alex Ferguson – the thought of his gruff manners taking charge of the Madrid finery is too ridiculous. No, the man in the frame is Carlos Queirox, Fergie’s number two.

Looking at the scurry to the United exit is all very interesting, but it should not be allowed to deflect our attention away from the fact that Australia has suffered something of a sporting double whammy.

First the rugby, now the tennis. Next minute they’ll be losing their grip on the one world sport that puts them on the map: rugby league.

Posted: 24th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

A Lack Of Colour

‘WHEN David Beckham went to Spain, he just became another Manchester United fan who lives a long way from the club he purports to support.

A Spurs fan

The statistics from the FA Premier League’s National Fan Survey say that, on average, Manchester United fans live 99 miles away from Old Trafford.

And this figure does not take into account the legion of United fans that we are continually told live and breathe the club in Thailand and deepest Laos. These are the fans who actually go to Old Trafford with a season ticket.

More than 80,000 supporters from last season’s 20 Premiership were asked to fill in a form about what they do and do not do.

The overriding statistic is that, since only around 29,000 fans responded, the majority of fans care not a jot for surveys.

We can also suppose that of the thousands who did, there exists a certain degree of falsehood.

It’s not a perfect science. But we are able to see a few trends.

United have the fewest number of season ticket holders who were born within 20 miles of the ground (around 55%), which is the same as Southampton, a club that until Portsmouth’s resurgence were the only decent side south of the capital.

Sunderland top this table, with over 90% of its most loyal fans being born and bred in the locale.

Top of that list, Sunderland are bottom of at least one another – the one that reveals the typical male supporter’s income.

Sunderland fans are the poorest in the top flight (although they are now one of the poorest in the second by dint of their recent relegation). Only 5% of their supporters earn in excess of £50,000 annually, and 77% earn less than £30,000 a year.

The richest are fans of Tottenham Hotspur, who can boast that 32% of their supporters earn in excess of fifty grand per annum, putting them ahead of Chelsea (2nd) and Arsenal (3rd).

Indeed, of the 20 clubs, the top seven are all from the south of England, with only Southampton (5th placed) interrupting a string of London clubs and their wad-waving fans.

Other stats show that Manchester United have the highest proportion of married support, while West Ham, Everton and Arsenal have the most single fans. Make of that what your will.

These singletons should head to Middlesbrough, home to the highest concentration of female support (21%) and away from Arsenal, which has the lowest (8%).

But the real talking point must be that, on average, only 2% of fans are from an ethnic background, with 98% of all fans polled ticking the box marked ”white”.

Tottenham and Arsenal have the highest proportion of non-white fans with 6% apiece, but this is still lower that you’d expect given the number of black footballers.

Posted: 24th, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

England Expects

‘GREAT teams are measured, in the end, by what they win and this England rugby team so far has only one Six Nations grand slam and a couple of Six Nations championships to its credit.

Winner takes all

In 1999, Clive Woodward asked to be measured by the team’s performance in the World Cup and was duly pilloried when England lost to South Africa in the quarter-final.

But after England’s back-to-back victories in New Zealand and Australia, even the notoriously partisan antipodean press have had to admit that this England side is genuinely world-class.

What is more, Jeff Probyn, the Fred Trueman of English rugby, had to admit that this side was as good as, even better than, the side in which he played in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

The fact is that this current side are a class above that side, partly as a result of professionalism, partly as a result of the coaching and partly because they are a far more complete XV.

However, that side did have the distinction of winning three grand slams and reaching the final of the World Cup in 1991.

Whether this side are the best side in the world is a moot point. If they don’t win the World Cup, their No.1 ranking at the moment is an irrelevance.

As the Will Carling side would acknowledge, winning is what counts.

And the bookies, who are in most instances a shrewder judge than world rankings, are still not convinced.

England remain second favourites for the World Cup behind the All Blacks – and deservedly so.

There is no doubt that both they and Australia will improve for the Tri-Nations series coming up before October.

England, on the other hand, have only three internationals – two against France; one against Wales – all of which are likely to be used to experiment with fringe players, before they kick off against South Africa.

However, one thing this England side has got is a belief in itself – a belief that can only have been strengthened by the last two weekends.

It is still a very tall order for England to win the World Cup in the southern hemisphere, but at least we know for sure now that this side is capable of doing so.

And, if nothing else, this tour has achieved one thing – it has at last made the arrogant Aussies and Kiwis sit up and take notice of what is without doubt a very good rugby side.

Posted: 23rd, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0

Tiger, Tiger

‘WIMBLEDON opens its gates this morning, a guarantee, normally, of three things – rain, an outbreak of Henmania and more pictures of Anna Kournikova.

”Same old balls, please…”

This year, however, the greyest cloud over SW19 is the threat that next year’s championships will not take place with the players threatening to boycott the event in a row over money.

The Mail says a rival charity tournament would be held over Wimbledon fortnight next year unless the ATP receives a larger chunk of money from the four grand slam events.

The last time a Wimbledon boycott was held was in 1973 when Brit Roger Taylor got to the semi-finals of a tournament won by Czech Jan Kodes.

A boycott could be the only way Tim Henman manages to get further than the semi-final stage he has reached in four of the past five years.

However, enough of such dispiriting talk, particularly after a great weekend for English sport.

England’s rugby players confirmed their position as the World No.1 side with an emphatic win over Australia in Melbourne, but coach Clive Woodward is not resting on his laurels.

In the Mail, he warns that there are no guarantees the players who beat the All Blacks and Wallabies will be in the squad for the first World Cup match.

”Fifteen players have been inked in,” he says. ”That means we have 26 competing for the final 15 places. They’ll be put under severe pressure as part of the process to see how they respond.

”We’re all pretty good under pressure. We thrive on it.”

England’s cricketers also thrived on pressure yesterday, as a young side held their nerve to win the decisive one-day match against Pakistan.

Man of the match was Marcus Trescothick, whose unbeaten 108 saw England home with an over and a half to spare.

Skipper Michael Vaughan admitted to the Express that his side had had a bit of luck. ”To fight back from 1-0 down and beat this lot shows the character of the side,” he said.

”There is not a lot between the two teams and we had slightly the better of the conditions at The Oval and here.”

Another lucky British winner was Lennox Lewis, who retained his world heavyweight championship in controversial fashion after his opponent Vitali Klitschko was stopped in the sixth round.

The Ukrainian claims that a head-butt by Lewis was responsible for the cuts on the left side of his face which were the reason for the fight being stopped.

But Lewis tells the Sun that, if Klitschko wants a rematch, ”it will give me a chance to batter the other side of his face”.

Sentiments far removed from the genteel surroundings of the All England Lawn Tennis And Croquet Club, where a tiger is getting ready to roar.

Come on, Tim. Grrrrr!

Posted: 23rd, June 2003 | In: Back pages | Comment | Comments RSS feed:RSS 2.0