Andy Murray - the Dunblaine Destroyer (that's one of mine, thanks) - fell one game short in the Australien Open, losing to Serbian friend and training partner, Novak Djokovich.
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On this blog, right here, right now, I'd like to talk to you about rape in sport. Not actual rape, but the sound thrashing adminsitered by one player to another that is sometimes referred to as 'a raping'.
Andy Murray was 'raped' on Sunday. It was painful to watch, and probably more painful to endure. Tough for the Scot, too, because he's been raped before, in front of the same audience, no less. You'd think he'd pull his trousers up.
Last year, on the same court, Roger Federer thoroughly 'raped' Andy Murray as he has comprehensively 'raped' many before him. But here's the thing: Federer has plenty of 'rapes' to his name, far more than Djokovich, but his style of 'rapage' is more of a Victorian Husband kind of 'rape', as in you don't want it to happen, but you kind of feel it's your duty so you don't kick up too much of a fuss. What Djokovich did to Murray was a darkened alleyway, broken bottle to the back of the head, knife to your throat kind of 'rape'. It was brutal, and made all the worse by Murray wriggling around trying to get out of it.
Murray hit winner after winner after winner. And each one came back at him from impossible positions - nicking baselines, ducking inside the trams and generally making him look defiled.
Congrats to Djokovic - his brtuality, tenacity on every shot and general likability make him a great champion.
I just wish Andy had worn a belt...
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