Nalbandian On The Run
Almost everyone in the world of tennis has lined up to kick poor David Nalbandian, suddenly the most infamous poor sport in recent memory. I for one feel some sympathy for him. Most people have a wee temper - not that they usually kick bits of wood perilously close to people's shins - and we can all imagine being a player, stressed, frustrated, tired, momentarily seeing red, and booting some wood. It was Nalbandian's bad luck that the wood broke off, and badly cut an official's leg - a most unfortunate accident. But accident it was. Yet the look of pompous incredulity on the official's face suggests a certain noblesse oblige at work. One does not do such things here. Anyway, Nalbandian was immediately declared the loser, fined a great deal of money, and is even now being investigated by the police, who presumably have no murders or rapes to look into. What a lot of nonsense. The match was spoiled, the crowd and players denied a proper final, and a good player has been unduly tarnished over a split-second misjudgement that was hardly malicious. There is an old-fashioned concept: charity. It was not shown by anyone with any duty of care, or concern, at this event.