It is a wonderful time of the year in Melbourne. For the first time since 2019 the Australian Open tennis is in full and unrestricted swing. People pour off trains and trams and on foot to arrive at the venues all so happy and excited, perhaps apprehensive about the performance of their favourite.
It may sound snobby, but tennis supporters are generally somewhat nicer than football and motor car racing supporters.
Covid unvaccinated bad boy Serb who breached Australian immigration laws and was deported after some days of confinement has been welcomed. I would boo him, but then I never liked him. His three year ban for an Australian visa was overturned by a government minister. One rule for the rich and famous and another for a backpacker who overstays or overworks in Australia. Tennis Australia behaved appalling by encouraging Djokovic to attempt to illegally enter Australia but no heads have rolled. So sad to see him ranked at number five...not.
Local bad boy Nick Kyrgios has a lump in his knee and has withdrawn. That is such a loss. Who can imagine what shocking and entertaining outrage he may have committed while 'performing' on the court.
I'd love to see Rafael win but I am doubtful that will happen. He is ranked number two in the world, with a fellow Spaniard ranked number one. Number three is a Norwegian, Casper Ruud. I've not heard anything about him.
Nor have I heard anything about the rather luscious looking fourth ranked Stefanos Tsitsipas. He is Greek, and I am reminded of a I think a Greek Cypriot player from about five years ago who was very popular here. Of course my five years probably means ten years in real time. Who was that?
I am too old to have Stefanos' babies, so I would be content with him whispering sweet nothings into my ear. #delusional old gay man