Fat cats dont win trophies

[Gordon McIvor Wilson]

Tennis catastrophe follows similar major sporting disasters on the playing fields of Olde England.

Tennis, never well served by the UK game's 'managing authorities', plumbs the depths with the defeat by Lithuania [where's that, wise guy? - Ed]. The nadir of our fortunes approaches with the ultimate relegation play-off, to avoid the final slide down the snake of tennis oblivion.

How can this be, £40 million plus sunk in the fat cats and plush backsides of the UK tennis bodies, grandiose new tennis centre - NO GRASSROOTS impact, we now learn.

Will Carling and his 57 Old Farts applies as well today to tennis managers as the Rugger Buggers 20 years ago.

Right, got that off my chest, on to higher things, must whip up the bloggers now that Spring is in the air! New people and features lined up for the Sports Exchange, watch out!

[Gordon McIvor Wilson]

'Fat cat'-ism isnt limited to the upper reaches of UK Tennis. Witness a really balls-aching feebleness from the well-funded England rugby 'celebs' - top marks for poncey outfits (what socks!) but no try, no drive, no direction. Maybe that's the answer: implant a neural SatNav in the frontal lobe. Some tough injuries, brave lads, but again a feature of a muddled, stagnant, desperate melee; sweet play and open, fluent movement much less hazardous.