At January’s Australian Open, as a red-shirted, racket-smashing Nick Kyrgios sipped from one spectator’s beer and called another a “numbnut” en route to his men’s doubles title with Thanasi Kokkinakis, the collective query on everybody’s lips was: I wonder how this would go down at Wimbledon.
Five months later a number of Britain’s back pages have answered: “Nasty Nick” is “cretinous” and a “flagrant, unpleasant narcissist”. Back in Australia, he is still just Kyrgios being Kyrgios.
