We are a fickle bunch aren’t we?

In case you didn’t notice, the premier event on the tennis tour just ended.
Alas, Wimbledon has come and gone and surprise, surprise, Roger Federer won.

Even he seemed a little bored accepting the trophy.

But I guess when you already have four little ones standing in the pool room at home, what are you going to do with one more?

But the thing is, I didn’t even realise we had reached the final rounds until I saw some poorly edited montage of Serena Williams’ “gruelling and brave journey” to the women’s finals while I was looking for something interesting to watch the other night.

Because I, like most other people I know, have lost all interest in the tennis.
And I’m guessing it’s because we aren’t winning any more.

Seriously, Mr Bec Hewitt is too busy adorning his wife in Chanel and bling to play the sport of princes these days - and as for the women? Well, when a player’s red undies cause a bigger stir then the actual game on the court, you know you have issues.

I saw an interview with the grand golden Swiss boy himself after he made it through to the final round and even he labelled the process “routine”.

He did it in his lovely, shy, “You forget that I am actually a multi-millionaire and not even 30 yet” way, but still you could see he meant it.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – I’m pretty sure that one day he is going to get hit in the face with a ball and a bit of his skin will peel back to reveal a blinking terminator-esque red light.

But if he is bored with always winning, then no wonder we are.

And as for us Aussies?

Well, God bless us, we only love you when you’re winning.

It’s not just our ailing tennis talent – look at the Socceroos. Not so long ago, it was “Harry Kewell this” and “Tim Cahill” that – and now?

Well, they managed to scrape in a draw at the Asian Cup against some country that no one has ever heard of (ahh, football, it truly is the world game) and we barely hear a peep.

And where are all the mighty Lion supporters who were draping themselves in blue, yellow and maroon and lining the street to wave home their three-time champions?

The Lions managed the impossible against the Eagles over the weekend – but given their recent form, enthuasim for their win was about as high as those blue, yellow and maroon scarfs which are gathering dust in the bottom of drawers and wardrobes somewhere.

What they all need to do to drum up support is either go broke, get gallantly injured but still play on, or be robbed of almost certain victory, but cop it on the chin.

But if that fails, well, they can always follow the Scud’s lead and headline a reality TV dating show.