As the final whistle went in the Euro 2008 final between Spain and Germany, I was very happy - the Spaniards had won! But then, suddenly, the harsh reality of no football dawned on me.

What is a man to do with a whopping 46 days to go until the new season starts? That empty feeling continued until Monday night, when I got home at 7.30pm and flicked on BBC2. Wimbledon was on and, guess what, the only Brit left in the tournament was losing.

Now, I'm not normally a tennis fan - but I was gripped. Before I knew it I had Murray mania. 2-0, 2-1, 2-2, 3-2 - WHAT A GAME! My throat was sore and my girlfriend was shouting at me to shut up as I would wake the neighbours' baby. I was completely transfixed. The match ended and I felt like I had just finished watching a Spurs game, not Wimbledon!

Now all I can think about is the Nadal match. When it is? Wednesday? If so what time? I really don't think I can wait. The only thing I worry about now is what I'm going to do when Murray is knocked out...