Sport Relief, ladies and gentlemen. It was all 'hilarious' banter for charity. Ahahahaha. Ha.
Even when winning a semi-final on Centre Court... at actual Wimbledon, Sir Andy has a reputation for looking less-than-impressed! I'm not quite sure what Michael McIntyre was expecting as he switched off the night-vision, switched on the lights, and blared out a fanfare in another man's bedroom, but it would have been a miracle if Sir Andy had reacted in any way, other than 'Scottish volcano'.
In fact, what was the goal here? For us all to laugh at a famous person looking confused while a loud man and a plastic pig danced about at the end of his bed? For us all to sit at home and chuckle at how someone in the public-eye looks when they're suddenly woken from their sleep? I don't know about you, but I'm not sure that's quite as funny as the producers thought it was. I for one, didn't need to imagine it, or have it imagined for me, on-screen.
Andy Murray, knight-of-the-realm, father of two, wrapped half-naked in a duvet and suspiciously alone (his wife must have been in on the prank), volleyed a series of bleary-eyed expletives (muted by a fuzzy circle and a beep) and looked just about as furious as he'd done the last time Roger Federer lobbed him at the net.
Few could blame him. Meanwhile, the boyish McIntyre, himself a father of small children, chuckled at the camera as though sharing a joke with a pantomime audience. His eyes gave him away though. He must have known.
The camera cut (as though a few minutes had passed) and then a slightly more composed but still bed-bound Murray grudgingly played along with the showbiz game. I have a feeling Michael McIntyre knew he was lucky to get out of there without some sort of tennis-racquet-related injury.
I'm not always sure I understand the world, I thought to myself, as I cleaned my teeth. If I were a celebrity, I'd have thought there were few places safer, more anonymous, or private than my sleep. If even that refuge is gone, then what price that fame? No thank you!
The best Sir Andy Murray could hope for would be to imagine that the whole episode was just a very peculiar dream that might have been down to watching too much Peppa Pig/Live at the Apollo, before bedtime. I'd like to think that the next morning, he told Kim all about it and she laughed into her cornflakes.
Unfortunately for Sir Andy Murray though, it's now all over the Internet. A real celebrity eh, not even safe from the rest of us in his sleep. And all he ever wanted to do was play tennis.
In your dreams, Sir Andy.
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