Move over Djokovic. Stand down, Federer. There’s a new elite force in town, and he’s armed with baby wipes and unmatched bedtime negotiation skills. Andy Murray, once the brooding warrior of Wimbledon, is now dominating a new kind of arena: parenthood. And fans can’t get enough.
This week, a candid photo of Andy navigating a grocery store aisle with a toddler in one arm, a packet of baby wipes in the other, and an expression that screamed “send help,” hit social media—and promptly went viral. The internet was aglow with admiration and barely-contained laughter. “The man has conquered Centre Court,” wrote one fan, “but let’s see him try to win a battle over screen time.”
Parenting suits Andy in the most hilariously British way possible. He’s earnest. He’s tired. He looks slightly confused most of the time. But by all accounts, he’s giving it everything he’s got—grit, determination, and that signature sarcasm that once silenced hecklers from behind the baseline. Only now, he’s using it to talk down a tantrum over missing Peppa Pig episodes.
Sources say his typical day includes wiping everything (including his own face with a toddler sock, once), constructing “impossible” Lego builds under time pressure, and explaining to one of his children that just because he played in the Olympics doesn’t mean he can teleport. “He’s literally running a Grand Slam at home every day,” joked a close friend. “Except now there are more tears—and not just his.”
Meanwhile, wife Kim Sears remains the queen of calm amid chaos. Observers have seen her hand Andy a nappy mid-sentence without breaking eye contact with a cashier. One viral video even caught her mouthing, “It’s in the left pocket,” just before Andy found a rogue dummy and looked as if he’d discovered buried treasure.
The public has embraced this new version of Murray: the elite athlete turned elite dad. One fan account posted side-by-side photos—Andy holding a Wimbledon trophy in 2013, and Andy holding a soiled onesie in 2025. Caption? “Legends evolve.”
To be fair, Andy hasn’t ruled out more tennis. But these days, he seems more focused on helping his daughter with phonics than perfecting his serve. When asked recently if he missed the adrenaline of Centre Court, he replied, “Honestly, trying to get a toddler into a car seat is enough adrenaline for anyone.”
