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FIFTY...NOT OUT<br />
by Steve Ward<br />
Wimblebury<br />
As this edition of the <strong>Edge</strong> hits the<br />
newstands it will be early August<br />
and the damp and cold days that<br />
constituted June this year will be a<br />
far distant memory. Yeah, but. Two<br />
things happen every year in June,<br />
and although it w<strong>as</strong> a couple of<br />
months ago, the chronology doesn’t<br />
really matter to the point to be<br />
made here.<br />
Mid-June sees the annual Festival<br />
of Middle England. No, not the<br />
church fete, or the family fun day<br />
(an oxymoron if there ever w<strong>as</strong><br />
one) but that gathering of the white<br />
and genteel cl<strong>as</strong>s that descends on<br />
London SW19 every year. Or, if<br />
they can’t get there in person, they<br />
at le<strong>as</strong>t attend in spirit via the wonders<br />
of modern technology. Or in<br />
this c<strong>as</strong>e, the BBC, which isn’t necessarily<br />
the same thing. Yes, we’re<br />
talking about Wimbledon.<br />
This year, and with a level of wit<br />
that w<strong>as</strong> <strong>as</strong> exceptional <strong>as</strong> it w<strong>as</strong><br />
unexpected, certain members of<br />
the crowd started shouting “C’mon<br />
Tim” at Andy Murray. What these<br />
people were doing, and you have<br />
to <strong>as</strong>sume it’s unknowingly, is<br />
backing the argument made above<br />
that Wimblebore is a completely<br />
English middle cl<strong>as</strong>ses thing.<br />
Murray is Scottish, and worse, a bit<br />
of a raggamuffin. He likes to win<br />
things and is prepared to be n<strong>as</strong>ty<br />
to do it, if that’s what it takes. Sadly<br />
for him, he plays in an era where<br />
there are not one or two, but three<br />
exceptional players that make it<br />
very difficult for him to excel. But<br />
that’s not the point here. No, the<br />
point is that the crowd don’t want to<br />
have to cheer for a hairy rough<br />
boy; they want a nice, clean cut,<br />
mild mannered Tim Nice But Dim<br />
that represents them and all they<br />
<strong>as</strong>pire to. <strong>The</strong> sort of man they<br />
would want their daughters to<br />
marry.<br />
<strong>The</strong> annual Lawn Tennis<br />
Championships is one of the so<br />
called crown jewels of televised<br />
sport that, by law, Rupert Murdoch<br />
can’t buy up. Which is a huge<br />
shame, because the cosy<br />
BBC/Wimbledon relationship needs<br />
a damn good shake up. Years ago,<br />
the BBC w<strong>as</strong> arrogant enough to<br />
<strong>as</strong>sume it w<strong>as</strong> the natural home for<br />
televised test cricket - until all of a<br />
sudden it lost the rights. <strong>The</strong>n Sky -<br />
big bad Sky - took over and all of a<br />
steveward2000@hotmail.com<br />
sudden we’re watching a totally<br />
different game. Hawkeye, hotspot,<br />
dozens of camer<strong>as</strong>, HD, super slomo.<br />
Do you really think we’d have<br />
all those innovations if it were left<br />
to the BBC? Of course not. We’d<br />
have old buffers in blazers. Or<br />
maybe, in what they mistakenly<br />
thought would be a modernising<br />
drive, old buffers in jumpers and<br />
slacks.<br />
<strong>The</strong> BBC’s coverage of the tennis<br />
is fronted by Sue Barker. Sue<br />
Barker, for chrissake. <strong>The</strong> most<br />
annoying public school jolly hockey-sticks<br />
head girl on the planet. It<br />
says it all about the BBC’s image of<br />
itself that it would allow such a total<br />
ninny anywhere near a camera.<br />
However, at exactly the same time,<br />
the complete antidote to<br />
Wimbledon also happens to be taking<br />
place. In fact, antidote is what it<br />
should be, but it too h<strong>as</strong> succumbed<br />
to the white middle cl<strong>as</strong>ses<br />
and is now exclusively their preserve.<br />
This time we’re talking about<br />
what the Daily M<strong>as</strong>h brilliantly<br />
described <strong>as</strong> “a muddy hellpit filled<br />
with twats”. Yup, Gl<strong>as</strong>tonbury. Or,<br />
<strong>as</strong> you’re supposed to call it to<br />
show how hip and on the ball you<br />
are, Gl<strong>as</strong>to.<br />
So how can all that mud and<br />
squalor really be the same <strong>as</strong><br />
those nice people in nice clothes at<br />
nice old Wimblebore? Well, for a<br />
start, it h<strong>as</strong> its own rituals and air of<br />
good humoured camaraderie which<br />
are just <strong>as</strong> likely to result in the call<br />
for a sick bag <strong>as</strong> the tennis people’s<br />
behaviour is. <strong>The</strong>n there’s the<br />
fact that the audience is exclusively<br />
white. And, just like its SW London<br />
counterpart, Gl<strong>as</strong>to will not be playing<br />
host to the inhabitants of sink<br />
estates. Food and drink at both<br />
venues is ridiculously overpriced -<br />
another means of keeping the oiks<br />
at bay.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s one more similarity. <strong>The</strong><br />
BBC. Yes, Gl<strong>as</strong>to is now another of<br />
the BBC’s staples and one it plugs<br />
relentlessly. To be fair, the coverage<br />
is not <strong>as</strong> anodyne <strong>as</strong> that of<br />
the tennis, but it is very careful not<br />
to frighten the horses. Nobody<br />
sticks a camera in a tent to see<br />
what’s going on, because they may<br />
well get a n<strong>as</strong>ty shock. <strong>The</strong> phr<strong>as</strong>e<br />
‘sex and drugs and rock and roll’ is<br />
not a lie, but the BBC pretends it is.<br />
Having berated the two events for<br />
being a bit too middle cl<strong>as</strong>s, we<br />
should balance things up a bit by<br />
stating that nobody begrudges people<br />
sticking together with others of<br />
their ilk if that’s what turns them on.<br />
Neither should it be anyone else’s<br />
business if being ever so slightly<br />
naff isn’t a matter of concern to the<br />
individual concerned.<br />
But you can’t help but wonder if the<br />
BBC couldn’t be a bit more adventurous<br />
in its coverage of major<br />
events. It seems stuck with a mindset<br />
that thinks that just because<br />
something’s been done a certain<br />
way for the l<strong>as</strong>t 30 years, then it’s<br />
the only way to do it.<br />
Which is why Mark Lawrenson still<br />
h<strong>as</strong> a job.<br />
Sadly.