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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.
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Unknown said…
It seems like nobody remembers John McEnroe.
Tue Jun 19, 04:27:00 am 2012
Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

I couldn't agree with you more. What Nalbandian did was positively tame compared with what McEnroe and Connors used to get up to.

Best wishes from Simon
Tue Jun 19, 11:11:00 am 2012
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