WILLO TALK: Great Scot! Andy Murray sparks office rivalry

Great Britain's Andy Murray celebrates beating Serbia's Novak Djokovic on day thirteen of the Wimbledon Championships at The All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, Wimbledon
Great Britain's Andy Murray celebrates beating Serbia's Novak Djokovic on day thirteen of the Wimbledon Championships at The All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, Wimbledon

IF Carlsberg did weekends, the one we’ve just had would be up there with the best of them.

The beach was packed, the beer was cold, the sun was shining and the sport on the box was great.

Sun, sea, sand, sport, success.

Seaton Sainsbury’s sells Stella.

Happy days.

It had the lot and it was one of those weekends where it would have been handy to have the Monday off work instead of being dragged into the office to write this rubbish.

It all kicked off with the British Lions thumping the Aussies in their own backyard and finished with Andy Murray finally winning at Wimbledon.

In between all that, on a local level our very own boxing golden girl Savannah Marshall put her Olympic disappointment behind her by winning the European Union championship title with a super show out in Hungary and there were wins for Peter Cope, Mick Hadfield and Anth Hardy in the Summer Rumble at the Stadium of Light.

Getting back to Wimbledon, I wrote in this column a fortnight ago that I would be following Murray with interest, and whether or not we’d see the unlucky Scot slipping up in the semi-finals or the British hero lifting the trophy by beating the world’s best.

Those England/Scotland rivalry comments certainly sparked some reaction and I took a bit of stick saying I’d gone over the top with my criticism of our friends north of the border.

That wasn’t meant to be my intention, some of my good friends have mates who are Scottish.

I even work with a Jock, he’s one of our photographers and he never misses the chance to tell us how proud he is to be from north of the border.

His kilt comes out at every opportunity, and he’s always got Flower of Scotland blasting from his car radio as he races round town snapping the good people of Hartlepool.

Frankie was straight onto Twitter seconds after Murray picked up the trophy to start the Scottish boasting and I’m sure his accent was a bit stronger this morning.

He was having haggis sandwiches for lunch, followed by deep fried strawberries to celebrate Murray’s success.

We’ll let him in bask in the glory for a couple of days.

But next time you see him, ask him about the Scottish football team.

That’ll soon bring him back down to Earth.