So, you can't play the sport you love well enough to make it professionally, well surely the next best thing is to become a referee, umpire or a ball boy of sorts.
So the first hurdle to overcome is to learn off by heart the rules of the game you love, the ins and outs of the code and how it is officiated. Corden off your home and watch hours and hours of old footage, watching not the players but the marvelous calls made by the umpire as he ushers his underage minions around the turf, to and fro gathering balls with the urgency of a hungry greyhound. Celebrate Hawkeye and the net calls, choose officialdom.
Imagine then, that you are giving your big chance of officiating at a Grand Slam event, but then this mixed up, jumbled up world comes crashing down on you after your one big chance to impress is ruined by your fear of the yellow ball heading your way.
Maybe just maybe its that he has just noticed the crocodile snapping at his virgin white run-a-rounds.
