Bye bye Tim

This is what's known as funny.

As for Tim...well, at the risk of reviving the clash of the titans with Mr T Hames:

Tim. I mean, Tim. Has there ever been a more appropriate name for a tennis player than Tim. Try yelling a full-throated 'come on, Tim'. See what I mean? It's not possible. You have to squeak it in a shrill whine, which says all that you need to know about the man himself. For four years he has got into the semi-finals, an oh-so-typically British performance: far enough not to be humiliating to his fans but, in the end, completely useless. To winners, the only thing which counts is, well, winning. Not coming fourth.