Tennis HQ serves up a double fault

It came as no surprise to hear that Wimbledon wanted to ban the singing of “Ooh, Jeremy Corbyn”.

This is, after all, the epicentre of British snobbery, where unheard-of royals and minor aristocracy are given the best seats, and the only singing allowed is Cliff Richard torturing a trapped audience.

The Suits who run it want you feel you’re lucky to be partaking in an ancient tradition with a glass of warm, over-priced Pimm’s in your hand. And this week Wimbledon has reminded us all what a very British institution it is.

When seven players who cut their games short through “injury” were accused of being shysters who had turned up on a false premise just to pick up their appearance fee, contribute nothing, then head off to spend it somewhere better.

It’s just an open-roofed House of Lords.