And not in a good way.
He may be able to pull it back at Wimbledon from two sets down but what is that attitude?
What is that punching of air and baring of teeth?
What is that showing your bicep at the end of the game?
What is that horrible mum-in-leather-trousers?
What is that hair?
What is that sweatiness where he needs to wipe down at the end of EVERY SINGLE POINT?
The man may be British – or Skwortish (he’s one of them that makes a point of it. Like, ALL THE TIME) – but come on Nadal in that quarter final…
Oh, and vile Fulham types who go to Wimbledon in your baseball caps and Racing Green sensible trousers, is it sporting to boo a player coming back from his break and cheer a double fault? No, we don’t think so.