Ode to Tim Henman


Most of us have a skewed idea of success. Just look at what happens every time a major sporting event comes along. Look at all the crap being spewed on the internet about mixed martial artist Anderson Silva right now, for example. For non-athletes, none of the work that goes into forging a professional career is seen, only the snapshot of a title fight or a Wimbledon final.

For Brits, a special place in the collective consciousness is reserved for Tim Henman. Yes, the seemingly hopeless figure that never made it to a Grand Slam final, most notably never the Wimbledon final. It seems quite irrelevant in the minds of so many that he was ranked No 4 in the world at his peak, won 15 ATP titles and is in the top 30 for career earnings at the modest sum of $11.6 million.

He’s been retired for six years, and still some people can’t resist a call of “Come on, Tim!” at Wimbledon. I’m not sure if it’s affection or scorn, but the guy has always kept his chin up in public regardless. Henman keeps a solid profile in the tennis world, taking part in the BBC’s tennis coverage since 2008 and remaining active on the masters circuit.

Tim Henman is a salient reminder in my mind that we can’t all be Federer, and that it doesn’t diminish being better than 99.999% anyway…

Come on, Tim!

Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.