Sunday, January 31, 2010
How British Are You?
I've been thinking, dangerous I know, about the whole British/English thing. Mainly bought about by Andy Murray, the British Scot who nearly won a grand slam.
Now t'husband was firmly in Murray's camp from the off, because he's British. Me? Well I wasn't in Murray's corner until it turned out to be Federer he'd be facing, which is more a reflection on my opinion of the big Swiss cheese with his monogrammed blazers than any patriotism. Why, because to me Andy Murray is Scottish not British. He might be slightly more British if he spent less time complaining and slagging off the English and maybe if his shorts were a bit whiter, he always looks a bit grey and dindgy to me, he'll never get a washing powder commercial like Tiger Tim.
Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Murray, if anything I love it when he plays as he swears a lot and I imagine that there a lot of BBC bods crapping themselves that 'Disgusted from Milton Keynes' will be penning a letter to Points of View. I certainly have nothing against the Scottish or the Welsh or the Irish come to that but I don't consider myself British, I'm English and therefore am unable to support any sports team or individual who isn't English. What I hate is the absolute hypocrisy that a successful sportsman or woman is always British unless of course they happen to be English.
Bizarrely this is considered shallow from some people, but why? I've never met a Welshman who wanted Tim Henman to win Wimbledon. Sales of tinned Corned Beef went through the roof in Scotland when Argentina knocked us out of the Football World Cup in 1998. I don't have a problem with this, I like that the Welsh, Scottish and Irish are proud of who they are, I don't even care that they hate the English when it comes to sport. I get it, it's honest! I like that they can fly their flags with pride, whereas an Englishman who dares to fly the St George's Cross will practically be considered a fully signed up member of the BNP. What's that all about?