It was my turn to run the Macc Writers’ workshop on Thursday and its proximity to Bastille Day gave me our first topic: the challenge to write a new post-Brexit, National Anthem, more of which later. After tea and the read around of some excellent, funny and heartfelt anthems, we broached the subject of “Tennis”. I found myself starting with the title and harking back to the young McEnroe. I suppose I could have started it with “O young McEnroe is come out of the west*…”, but here’s what I ended up with.
*London, of course
“You cannot be serious!”, was his spoilt brat battle cry.
“That ball was in. You must be blind or a very stoopid guy!”
Back then, line calls were made on a simple puff of chalk,
but now technology has given us the eye of hawk,
whilst McEnroe has mellowed and from commentators’ box,
he gently criticises and occasionally mocks
this generation’s mavericks, incompetents and worse,
shows mild surprise when Djokovic is overheard to curse.