I am not a fan of the so-called “WAG culture” that’s developed around sport. When cameras cut to an attractive young woman in the crowd who I’m supposed to recognise and care about because of who her partner is, I’m likely to roll my eyes and wonder why the husbands and boyfriends of the Solheim Cup team aren’t expected to parade around in matching outfits.
When Kim Sears became a fixture in tennis coverage as Andy Murray rose to prominence, I was fairly non-committal about her. She seemed bland enough, and has lovely hair. So far, so arm candy.
It wasn’t until I saw an at-home documentaryRead More »from Kim Sears has been the true revelation from Australia, I swear