Come On, Tim: Henman Carries The Hopes Of All England On His Wimbledon Spoon
WIMBLEDON is upon us and that means an audience with Tim Henman.
“We should all rally behind Tim, not smash him out of court,” says the Mirror’s Oliver Holt.
So I want you all to take a moment to breathe in and then give full throat to a lusty “Come on, Tim”.
Holt says Wimbledon fans issue the cry because they know it will raise a titter, they can “get an easy laugh out of Henman’s Englishness”.
He’s wrong. The kind of people who queue up to watch Henman play say “Come on, Tim” because they think it’s what people do at sporting events. They think it will inspire Tim. They think it displays their passion. They find it daring to shout out in public. The umpire tells them “Quiet please”. “Shhhhhh!” they say in louder voices.
For TV viewers, who make up the vast majority of the Wimbledon audience, the call sounds provincial, the kind of thing the Famous Five would shout on Billycock Hill.
Reared on football’s passions and fans screaming for blood and often death to the enemy, “Come on, Tim” or its more exotic variant “Come on, Timbo” conjures up images of ‘our Tim’ at the school sports day’s egg and spoon race.
Bra-vo Timbo!
And he’s still there. Tim’s into the second round. Bigger spoon. Bigger egg.
And bigger bra for the UK’s number 1 women star Katie O’Brien. “BRTIS BOUNCE BACK,” says the Sun, as it spots Katie looking “fit to bust” as she thrills the fans. And Tim’s through too.
And now an apology: “The Sun may in the past have given the impression that Tim was a gutless loser who embarrasses the nation. After his first round victory over Carlos Moya we would like to make it clear that he is in fact the best tennis payer in the entire universe (apart from Andy Murray).”
Come on, Tim. Shhhhhhhh…
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