If you’re old enough to remember the conflicts in the Balkans, Kuwait and Iraq, you may well have spotted that modern warfare is like football.
So shocked are we to see it emerge in supposedly more civilised times that we’re initially all over it. Like the football junkie in August who wants his football live on-screen with his Twitter feed open alongside it, we can’t get enough media coverage of this novelty.
By the time it’s rumbled on for a month, though, we’re making do with highlights on Match of the Day.
After two months, score updates on our phones see us through.
And if you’re one of the world’s leading tennis players, it seems, it can all get so humdrum that your levels of blasé go proper old-school and you’re happy to read about Saturday’s games in the Sunday papers.
How else do you explain Novak Djokovic’s grotesque summation yesterday of all the horrors that have unfolded in Ukraine, as “politics”.
Push is coming to shove in the festering sores of eastern Europe, to the point where not even the privileged world of professional sport can escape it. Wimbledon has banned all Russian and Belarusian players from tennis’s third major championship this year, and Djokovic is unhappy.
“When politics interferes with sport, the result is not good,” said the world number one.
I’ll get back to Wimbledon’s decision later. For now, I want to examine the word-choice of a man who is comfortably old enough to know better.
I needn’t tax you with the full roll-call of accusations/facts stacked against Russia right now. Bombing hospitals, targeting homes, executing civilians, torturing PoWs, driving tanks over cars with non-combatants inside them. These are just the lowlights.
And they are most definitely not ‘politics’.
‘Politics’ is deciding how a nation best educates its young. Or where lies the dividing line between stimulating commerce and fawning to big business. Or whether Big Government or personal responsibility is the better answer to society’s ills.
By the time you get to the War Crimes subreddit you enter a world far removed from the machinations of the House of Commons.
Djokovic might call himself “a child of war” but it’s a shame he hasn’t learnt greater sensitivity from the experience.
“Politics”. I’m not sure he could have insulted Ukraine and its people more had he tried.
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So what of that Wimbledon decision? Call me hard-line but the moment Russian tanks rumbled uninvited into a neighbouring country, I believe every Russian player on the WTA and ATP tours should have been told to pack their bags. Until Russia withdraws, see ya.
And my argument is this. We can fight one of two wars against Vladimir Putin. The obvious one is out of the question, because for all the West’s faults, we are better people than those in the Kremlin. It would have taken even ex-President Trump more than ego alone to launch nuclear missiles. I no longer have the same confidence about that crank in Moscow.
Which leaves us with just one war. Isolation, as far as is reasonably possible until the last Russian boots are back where they belong. Until that happens, Russia is a pariah, and it must be squeezed every which way. Because if it isn’t, the bad guys present and future start thinking that going rogue is doable. Uncomfortable for a while, maybe, but grit your teeth and it’s doable.
And nothing would have planted that dangerous thought more firmly than Daniil Medvedev lifting the Wimbledon trophy while his compatriots visit the kind of horrors upon a nation that we thought had been left behind with the Battle of Stalingrad.
This boycott offensive, of course, means pain for a lot of people. Including many Russians who see through Putin’s tin-pot propaganda and are just as appalled by Ukraine’s fate as we are. That is very sad but it is also too bad.
Everyone feels the pain of war, which is why governments worth a damn move heaven and earth to avoid it. The moment the Red Army mobilised, even we relatively lucky souls in British suburbia knew there would be pain. Even if it just amounted to a drumroll when we opened our next gas bill.
And that’s what sticks in the craw about Djokovic’s response to the Wimbledon decision
You, me and the rest of the ordinary folk; we have to grin and bear the fall-out from this conflict. When it’s those in the gilded cocoon of professional sport, however, such sacrifice cannot be countenanced. Remember the one front-line business that kept its show on the road while most others were parked up at the kerb during lockdown? Premier League football.
Oh, sportspeople will posture all right. Make all the appropriate anti-war noises and throw in a Ukraine flag emoji for good measure. But let their cossetted world come too close to ours and you’ll hear them whine soon enough.
Maybe we should be grateful to Djokovic, though. It is, after all, nearly 15 years since the global economic crisis, and the honeyed baloney of David Cameron as he sought to assuage taxpayers being forced to bail out bungling bankers.
A reminder that we are never, ever all in this together, was perhaps overdue.