Come on Eileen!

It being Wimbledon fortnight, and tennis is one of the few sports I even vaguely understand, it seemed only fair that I should abandon the housework for a while (any excuse!) and watch some of it. By chance I turned on when Tim Henman was playing Mark Philippoussis, and it was a less nerve-wracking match than the usual ones by 'our Timmy', in that he wasn't getting a set up and then letting his opponent catch up and beat him as easily as he normally does.

As the match wore on, and the end appeared to be in sight for the fourth time, there were the usual encouraging calls to the players (“Come on, Tim!”. “Come on Mark!”) and then they died away as the server prepared to take his shot. In the silence there came a loud, distinct call of “Come on, Eileen!”.

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