....now for a weekend of sporting heaven.

There's no football. Well except for the confederations cup final which will have to do. Think of Juan Mata, the diminutive Chelsea dynamo. having played his first season for Chelsea where he won player of then year, he played in the European Championships with Spain, then the Olympics with Spain and then straight into a 68 game season with Chelsea culminating with a
Uefa cup win and now he is in the Confederations cup final......all before  Chelsea's pre season tour of the Far East and the start of the Premiership on August 17th....at home to Hull but not that I'm counting the days.
Now it's time for the British Lions to roar and put the convicts back in their place and put Australia back in its place...I mean they are in so much disarray they got rid of their P.M.
What Britain really needs is a moment of magic from Andy Murray. Victory today for Andy and Laura Robson on centre court is just the thing to make you forget about the rain. If Laura wins and makes it into the second week....when was the last time that happened....Sue Barker?
An Andy Murray victory would be enough to a smile on everyone's face, put the double dip recession and austerity measures to the back of your mind (when was the last time any one normal used austerity in a sentence?)
The public would be able to plough through another summer of discontent as the rains come down and the floods cause even more damage. We could handle the fact that all the good TV has gone for the summer break, that Glastonbury is less of  a music festival and more of an opportunity of celebrity types to pose in designer Wellies even though they have never done any actual work in a pair.
That's what sporting success does. It makes those of us who find it difficult to get up from the couch to reach for another crisp and beer on the coffee table, feel that we could achieve greatness....or maybe once have achieved greatness when our waistline was smaller than our inside leg measurement.
I do love the fact that overweight people spend most of their time in baggy track suit bottoms and trainers........but obviously have no idea exactly what they are supposed to be used for. Ah, irony.

Bring it on.