IT was quite wrong of the sports desk at our paper not to publish a letter from a reader this week. I argued for its inclusion but they blamed space constraints. It arrived in response to a piece I wrote before Wimbledon had started about a perceived lack of enthusiasm for Andy Murray. Rather than slate him, the idea was that we should actually give him more credit for being the fourth best in the world at something – because me and you sure as hell aren’t. There’s nothing I’m the fourth best in the world at. And if people want more flair from him, they could think how flair often translates as kicking line judges up in the air. Any road, here’s the text of the fanmail (skip to paragraph four for analysis of the newspaper industry):
By writing to you, I will have doubled the response you have received so far to your article in the highly esteemed Islington Tribune. You can now show your editor that you have two replies… the other being from yourself under another email address.
A more bird brain article re Andy Murray I have never read. Is this what twelve years or so of state education has produced? First, how do you know that there is no enthusiasm about Murray’s Wimbledon campaign? When you state ‘nobody seriously believes that Murray can ever win a big one’…who are you talking about exactly? Who are those people you’ve spoken to and how do you know the thoughts of those you have not spoken to? So you believe Murray’s a grump and a sourpuss. What a wonderful vocabulary you possess.
He lacks spark and flair you say and then you tell us ‘the truth’. He is a bore and has a monotone voice. You call him Muzza. Because he doesn’t bobble up and down, crack a little joke and say all the politically correct things which nauseate intelligent people, clowns like you put this down to ‘boring’ . Because he doesn’t say all the right things one does when one hopes to get a job as a pundit for some media when his playing days are over, he is not worthy of winning a major competition.
You studied for a career in a dying industry and when you finished your little studies you found a job with a free newspaper that people only get when they need to find a local removal man with a van.
Did you ever stop and think that perhaps his demeanour may have been honed when he was in the classroom next door when a gunman shot sixteen of his class mates? You are a silly chap and I don’t normally bother with media tripe these days but I’m bored today. Tell me ‘Rizza’, you are not at all good looking and you are as bald as a coot, so why the picture?