Growing up in Scotland and loving tennis is a difficult path to follow and I should know. In my home town not a million miles from Dunblane, the weather was always rubbish. A lot of my memories involve sitting in the clubhouse waiting for the puddles on the court to evaporate. I watched my first ever grass court match at Craiglockart under a brollie. To get to Wimbledon as a spectator was unheard of – as for playing? But for some reason there was never any lack of passion. My Mum and dad were glued to Wimbledon for the entire fortnight and didn’t begrudge me junior membership at the local club when every penny was spoken for.
Maybe it has got a bit easier since the sixties – I suppose there are some indoor courts now, and clever ways of teaching kids to hit a ball, but any way you look at it it’s not an obvious sporting choice for a Scot. What I’m trying to say is that I think Andy Murray’s achievements so far are even more remarkable when you think of where he came from.
Talking of which, it’s so great that Dunblane – a place of horror to the new generation- has so much to celebrate now. And yes that’s one of the reasons that Dunblane plays a small part in A Kettle of Fish – as a tribute to those who suffered. The fact that Andy also gets a mention too is clearly nothing less than providential 😉
But seriously. This is why I support Andy and why I hope the entire nation will get behind a supreme sportsman and national hero.
COME ON ANDY