Andy Murray isn't the first Brit to be a Wimbledon Finalist since the Coronation of George VI, he the first semi finalist since Tin Henman.

Unlike Henman, he will probably win a Grand Slam, here on abroad before long. And his oponent, Andy Roddick, will be thrashed by Federer on Sunday.

It's quite unreasonable, and grandiose, and means nothing because I will never get near the guy. And he seems all nicey-nicey in interview. But I have loathed Andy Roddick since the first time I saw him play. To me, on the court he comes over as such and arrogant bastard - but then he's a pretty good player so why shouldn't he?

What is with public figures - in sport or politics or show biz - why do we often feel so passionate about them, when we know so little? We feel we have a right to judge them?

Mind you, the BBC commentators told us he saw a photo of a young model in a swimwear catalogue, got his people to get in touch with her people - and the rest is a celebrity love story.... Elton John played at their wedding, blah, blah.

Phew! Thank goodness, I have got a proper reason to despise Andy Roddick now.