Friday Review: New balls, please

The surprise delivery of some strawberries and cream to the office by a certain U.K. mobile joint venture earlier this week reminded me that sandwiched between the Euro 2012 football tournament and the forthcoming Olympic Games is the annual ritual of observing South London teenagers scrambling across a tennis court with swathes of canvas in a frantic bid to protect expensive grass from another British 'summer'. Also known as Wimbledon. In between downpours some tennis occurs. Thousands of heads move left-to-right and back again in unison (dubbed 'tennis face' by one of the more eloquent members of the Total Telecom team); cameramen slavishly follow the reactions of participants' spouses, coaches and extended families; footage of John McEnroe going mental at an umpire is dusted off; sympathy is extended to whichever ballboy/girl accidentally receives a 200…