Now here’s a picture to fill your heart. The world’s best tennis player (as of the taking of this pic the world rankings became totally irrelevant), and possibly the most gorgeous one, decked out in the livery of her beloved football team. My beloved football team. Your beloved football team (if you have sense, style, class and don’t worship the devil). Ironically, in her lifetime, she’s won more trophies than Spurs but that’s a different conversation. One we shan’t be having today.

There are some men (David Mellor) for whom nothing is more erotic than a woman clad in football kit. His preference was the Chelsea kit. He must really hate women. For most of us normal people, fantasy figures are generally wearing sheep-suits and there are swastikas involved, 6-inch heels, a cattle-prod and and a snare drum. But some men…

The best thing of all is that Emma Raducanu wore the Spurs kit for free. She was paid nothing to wear it. Possibly even bought it herself (!!!! Heaven forbid!!!) Which is true dedication and love as she has 10 million pounds a year to wear clothes, jewellery, drive a Porsche (terrible sacrifice for a 19 year old when she’d rather be like all her mates, riding round in a 1997 Nissan Micra, beaten to shit) and ‘endorse’ stuff. She turned down, allegedly, a further 35 million because she didn’t want to dedicate loads more days to prancing round in uncomfortable shoes, hideous dresses and over-the-top jewellery when she wants to be playing tennis. A decision I made decades ago. Though I do wear the hideous dresses when I get back from the courts.

Yet since winning the America Open last year Emma’s form has slumped. ‘Too many distractions’, they say, ‘sacking 7 coaches in 9 months is awful’, they cry, ‘too much, too soon’, the critics level at her. Well fuck ‘em all, she’s a Spurs fan and thus must be treated with the utmost respect and glorified at every step of the way.

Otherwise, its same old, same old at Wimbledon. We all love Rafa, we all hate Novak, Nikos Kyrgios has upped his game (not tennis, but petulant shit-headedness) by spitting at a fan and slagging of a line judge and Murray is moaning, only being slightly distracted by Scotland’s next attempt at independence. And I’m loving it. And loving Emma.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx