Then you’ve got tennis’s full kit w*nker brigade of tw*ts wearing Union Jack t-shirts, hats and waving flags shouting “Come on Knob jockey!” or whatever plucky Brit is left in the tournament after the first day. Even worse - “Let’s see how the fans are reacting on Henman Hill” or Murray’s Mound or Williams’ Mount of Venus or such shit - as the camera swoops over the f***tards all doing their ridiculous Mexican Wave. My God how I cringe when I see those tossers. Nothing, but nothing, can compare though with the unbelievable excrement of Cliff Richard serenading the Centre Court during a rain break some years ago. Now that was a vomit inducing moment.
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