If you recall, Ruthie, when Lendl came on board he stated that Andy was (and is) a player close to perfection. It was not his (Lendl's) intention to change Andy's game, but to help him (Andy) in cases where his game required slight adjustments.
That was certainly the impression I got and it may have been the case initially, but it's very possible that, after nearly a year of working together, Lendl may feel that some bolder steps have to be taken if Andy is to achieve his full potential, i.e. to win more Slams and, hopefully, become No.1.
can you post a link or paste it on here tamila?
Sorry for jumping in here, but I think this must be the article to which Tamila is referring - http://www.standard.co.uk/sport/sport-comment/booed-by-his-home-crowd-its-little-wonder-andy-murrays-going-to-throw-up-in-miami-rather-than-get-spoty-in-england-8319545.html.
Uh-oh ... I can't get the link to work, so here's the article in full in case you or anyone else has the same problem - and the penultimate paragraph is hilarious! Booed by his home crowd, it’s little wonder Andy Murray’s going to throw up in Miami rather than get ‘Spoty’ in England
During the dog days of the summer just past, I sat in the O2 Arena and watched something extraordinary. The occasion was the Olympic artistic gymnastics men’s team all-round final. Not a snappy title for a sporting contest, you’ll agree. But what played out on the floor of the O2 (or to be true to the brand-policed moment — the North Greenwich Arena) was truly special.
Great Britain’s men won a bronze medal. They nearly won a silver but were demoted from second place on the Olympic podium after a technical appeal from the Japanese team, who vaulted (heh) over them at the death.
Nevertheless, despite the fact that Britain’s men had finished a mere third, the appreciation from the massive crowd that packed the cavernous hall was astonishing.
It was the first occasion during the London 2012 Games when I felt a saline prickle somewhere around my tear ducts. And if crying with joy at a sporting event is a hackneyed response then so be it. These guys deserved it.
Last week the O2 welcomed a different Olympic hero and gave him a rather different reception. Andy Murray — a gold and silver medallist at the London Games — was in town to contest the ATP World Tour Finals.
It was the first time he had played tennis in front of a home crowd since his Olympic triumph and subsequent victory in the final of the US Open, a feat which made him the first British man to win a singles Grand Slam event since 1936.
But at the O2 this weekend Murray was booed. Not throughout, not constantly and not by everyone. But booed nonetheless. During his semi-final with Roger Federer, there were heckles while Murray served — which coincided with him double-faulting — and jeers when he changed racket.
The warm beam of the crowd’s adoration was directed far more towards Federer than it was to his homespun opponent. Federer is a man apart but this was still a pretty sorry sight. Fortunately, it’s unlikely that Murray will care. He is 25 years old, an Olympic gold medallist and (finally) a member of the elite Grand Slam club. He has millions of dollars in the bank, two cute dogs and a hot girlfriend with nice hair who follows him around the world. Bada bing, as they say.
But Murray is also, in a sense, free from the obligation to care whether he’s booed in Britain. No matter what he has done throughout his career — whether chasing public affection, as he occasionally tries at Wimbledon time, or ignoring it as has mostly been his instinct — he has never been unconditionally loved by the Great One-Eyed British Public.
Whatever Murray does there will remain haters who can’t appreciate what he has done for British tennis. There’s no point wasting excessive mental energy on trying to be liked by everyone — especially idiots. Tennis is draining enough as it is.
That’s why I am delighted to read that Murray won’t be attending the BBC Sports Personality of the Year award ceremony next month — a terrific decision for which he should be instantly knighted.
It’s amusing enough that there had been talk of him as a candidate to win the silly gong in the first place — it’s even funnier that he’d rather spend his valuable time away from competition at home in Miami, working on his legendary fitness training in a bid to win more Slam events next season.
Let’s boil it down — what we’re saying here is that Murray prefers the idea of spending a day running back-to-back 400metre circuits in the heat until he vomits than the idea of turning up to be simpered at by Barker and Lineker in a spangly BBC tits-and-teeth bonanza that demeans sport with the Strictly Come Dancing treatment.
Good on him. Andy Murray’s default position has always seemed to be the Millwall FC approach: no one likes me, I don’t care. Long may he keep it up. It seems to be working out pretty well for him at the moment.