ICON: Murray… Really?
Georgina Atherton/Tha-One Icon Writer We all have that one person that we cannot stand even though every man and his dog seems biologically programmed to love them. For the lucky ones, this person is that obnoxious, giggly, designer clad brat that you sat next to in chemistry and, after sixth form, never have to lay […]
Georgina Atherton/Tha-One Icon Writer
We all have that one person that we cannot stand even though every man and his dog seems biologically programmed to love them. For the lucky ones, this person is that obnoxious, giggly, designer clad brat that you sat next to in chemistry and, after sixth form, never have to lay eyes on again if you can help it. For the not so lucky ones, this person is never out of the public eye with their mind-numbingly boring stories splashed on the front page of every newspaper nationwide. I, sadly, fall into this bracket.
The only thing more infuriating than the ‘celebrity’ that you have a seething hatred for, is the knowledge that you seem to be the only one that they relentlessly annoy.
Wimbledon is well underway and after a disappointing knockout of the charming and charismatic Laura Robson, Britain lays all of its hopes on the less than enchanting, Nation’s new apparent sweetheart, Andy Murray.
Is it his dour face and sheer inability to smile that makes me incandescent with rage every time I see him sulk onto Centre Court; or just his downright boorishness when interviewed after a match that makes me want to hurl his own tennis racket at him?
I defy anyone to claim that Murray is such an idol that you would invite him to your fantasy dinner party. Whimsical banter and dazzling wit are not his forte, I suspect.
I honestly do not understand how he has managed to ‘charm’ his way into the hearts of every other Britain when he less than oozes this trait. Despite every effort from peers to sway my unremitting loathing for Andy Murray, my heart still sinks when I see him taint every sporting event on television.
Clearly he is an asset to tennis and manages to make Britain proud with every event in which he participates, but the media glorify Murray as though he has eliminated world poverty and morphed into an angel. Have they forgotten the infamous rant Murray spurted about supporting any country other than England in the 2006 World Cup? Patriotic? I think not.
His loss to Federer last year (which, incidentally, almost reduced me to tears of glee) also highlighted Murray’s sheer lack of sportsmanship. It was more than embarrassing to cry on court and national television like a spoilt child, not to mention his inability to congratulate the better sportsman, even once.
Sadly, my passionate dislike can only go as far as my own grumbles because every person I know has been lured into his fan base. I cannot pinpoint where my aversion for Murray was engendered and I am led to believe that I am somewhat unusual to loathe him so forcefully. All I know is that no matter how many times I am ordered to ‘give him a chance’, he finds another way to irritate me more intensely than before.