Ode to Andy Murray

Have you heard of Andy you British
Have you not seen his poise?
And the grass and the nets and the shouting of 'let',
have you not heard the noise?
And the face of Andy as he punches the air, the frustration,
the joy and the cheer.
And the snarl on his face as goodbye to good grace,
as his opponent gets into gear.
(Under the shade of the centre court roof,
under the shade of the roof.)
And the cheers and the yells of the centre court crowd,
who paid plenty money and are frustratingly worried,
and very much known to be loud.
Have you heard of Andy you British?
Did you not see the game?
And the slip,slop,slap as his racquet cracks
and an ace flies into the net.
And the agony shows on his contorted face
as his opponent wins the set!
(Under the shade of the centre court roof,
under the shade of the roof.)
Have you not heard of Andy you British?
Have you not seen our hope?
He gets through to the semi final,
and then he plays like a dope.
In the centre court the tread of his feet
lead to a dreadful wail.
No sound.
No sound.
(Under the shade of the centre court roof,
under the shade of the roof.)
Have you not heard of Andy you British?
Have you not admired his style?
He's lost his chance at Wimbledon
but I wish, just for once,
HE WOULD SMILE!


With humble apologies to Hilaire Belloc