I HAVE BECOME UN-AUSTRALIAN...and it’s not a nice feeling
Watching an Australian play tennis in a Grand Slam event was always must tele for me and the household would be woken with my shouts over a bad line call. Now my family gets a good night’s sleep because I couldn’t give a stuff about line calls... in fact I couldn’t even give a stuff who wins!
Worse than that I find myself barracking for the Australian’s opponent... wow I have never done that. Nick Kyrgios is not, and is never likely to be, in the top echelon of players.
Like a couple of his compatriots he is capable of making the top but has no respect for the game. And an unhealthy interest in his own appearance that leaves him concentrating on the big screen instead of his tennis.
And Sam Stosur is frustrating beyond belief. She needs to curtail her interest in the same sex and concentrate on the game.
But there is a pool of top Australian sportspeople who couldn’t care less about Australia and they include footballers and a certain boxer of Aboriginal descent.
What has happened to the Famechons and Roses, the Cuthberts and Stricklands, the Sedgemans and Rosewalls?
They all took to the world’s stage as Australians determined to do their country proud, not shame it.
My sporting interests have waned now that there is no interest in who wins, (except for teams that play Collingwood) but unfortunately someone must win...
and Australian politics isn’t any better.