Raising Their Game

And so to Monday and with the weekend rolling around faster than we have resolved once again to stop snorting the Drain Unblocker – the memory lapses are beginning to just ...well ...hmm ...sorry ...where was I again?

But even after some late Saturday night DJ-ing and partying in Brick Lane with Mrs Spurt, a belated return to the ‘Ding saw a full programme of Sunday spurting goodness to enjoy.

Lewis Hamilton cleaned up the British GP, proving he’s more effective in the rain than a one-piece Kagool and with half the GP season gone and a three way split at the head of the table, the Formula One title race promises to be closer than a brother and sister from the West Country.

But the main course was of course Nadal versus Federer at Wimbledon in a five setter which was seemingly destined to last all day. One of the truly great modern finals which Nadal deservedly won, Federer also proved what a great champion he was by conceding such a gracious defeat.

This has all the hallmarks of one of the great modern spurting rivalries which has undoubtedly revived our flagging interest in Tennis (equally possible is that we just needed a post-Euro 2008 spurting fix to keep our summer high going).

However if we’ve one complaint it’s that both Federer and Nadal are too bloody nice by half and we’re missing the sniping, bitching and dissing that normally accompanies this kind of sporting enmity.

Come on boys let’s see some proper needle: someone call someone’s else’s mother something unpleasant: Rafael: make some adverse suggestions about Roger’s clothing line; Roger: suggest to Rafa that it’s only girly men who sculpt that level of buff to play tennis or tell him his biceps are uneven.

In short gentlemen, let’s put some effort into making this a real contest. Both of you need to raise your game.