It’s this time of year when a young girls thoughts turn to Wimbledon. If she likes tennis that is, and I do.

I love a good tennis match. The problem here in Australia though, is that we have no decent players in the mens draw to support hence my undying love and devotion to the ever charming, likable and immensely talented Roger Federer. How dare Pat Rafter retire.

Because you see, the best mens player we have left is Lleyton Hewitt. What an ass. What a snotty little prat he is, and always has been, even when he was something close to being good.

I can’t stand him, and I’m sure my dog wouldn’t either. How can you like a guy that thinks the world (well, Australia, anyway) owes him admiration and respect because he’s a tennis player. He’s rude, he calls linesmen “spastic”, he screams “C’mon!” mainly just to try and piss off the opposition, and always has an injury excuse ready to trot out should he not do well.

And don’t get me started on the Lleyton and Bec circus. She’s an ex-soapie star (and I use the term loosely), and he’s, well, he’s just him. A pain in the ass.

They got married, and sold the pictures to a magazine for some ludicrous amount.

Then, when they managed to do the unthinkable and pop out a kid, - they pimped the first year or two of the poor things life to a womens mag for a cool million or so. Imagine that? Having a child. How the hell did they do that? No one else does - they were the first. Or so it seemed.

But it all went sour. Becs and Lley-ley weren’t getting the adoration they wanted, people were saying things like, oh I don’t know - he’s a asshat? SHe’s trashy and thick as a brick? And suddenly, they changed their tune. They wanted privacy. They resented the media intruding into their lives.

AUSTRALIAN tennis star Lleyton Hewitt has lashed out at the media over the amount of coverage given to his soap-star wife Bec and their young daughter.

Oh for fucks sake. They prostituted themselves and their infant daughter across any magazine or newspaper they could…and then when the money dried up, cried invasion of privavcy????? Give. Me. A. Break.

Now the media’s in overdrive because Bec’s up the duff again. Seems they must be low on funds because apparently? They’ve sold their story again for over 100 grand.

The supposedly now publicity and media shy Hewitts didn’t just announce the pregnancy to friends and family, then go about their private family business that Lleyton whined was so important to him. They rushed to OK! Magazine and announced the impending arrival with a 8 page spread. That just coincidentally paid a rumoured $100k.

Someone make them stop.

Bloody women’s magazines make me sick. But not as much as Bec and Lleyton. Money can get you a lot of things, but it cannot, and will not ever, buy you class.

And Lleyton? It won’t ever, ever, make you as good as Roger Federer, who last night gave you an absolute tennis lesson.