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Andy Murray is not too comfortable at the thought of being called Sir Andy just yet.The 29-year-old has been tipped for a New Year knighthood after crowning a stunning 2016 by beating Novak Djokovic in the ATP World Tour Finals on Sunday to ensure himself the end-of-year world number one status.It was a fitting finale to a brilliant season which saw him win a second Wimbledon crown, become the first man to win successive Olympic gold medals and end the year with 24 wins on the bounce, which was enough for him to overhaul Djokovic at the summit of the game.Murray already has an OBE to his name, awarded after his maiden SW19 win in 2013, but there have been calls for a knighthood in the New Years Honours list -- something the Scot thinks he may be too young for.Obviously it is the highest honour you can get in this country, he told national newspapers. I dont know, I feel too young for something like that.I dont think about that stuff much, really. When I win any award or am presented with anything it is nice because it is recognition for what you have given your life to, up to now anyway.I am still young and there are still a lot of things that can go wrong, I could still mess up and make mistakes. Do stuff wrong. I am just trying to keep doing what I am doing, working hard, and achieving stuff.While a knighthood remains a possibility, the BBC Sports Personality of the Year seems a certainty, with Murray a heavy favourite to claim the prize for an unprecedented third time.However, due to his dads wedding, he will be unable to attend the event and is not sure he will win anyway.I dont think I am going to be able to go this year, he said. Ive got my fathers stag do next weekend, then he is getting married the following weekend.So I will go up to Scotland on Saturday, come back down to London for four or five days then come back up to Scotland. 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Dear Cricket Monthly, Cricket has so often risen above the rigid hierarchies of its birth that sometimes it is easy to forget that it belongs fundamentally to the private realm. If youve grown up seeing a game in every lane around your house - as many across the Indian subcontinent do - you can forget that not every game is a public spectacle. But of late Ive begun to wonder what the world will look like when we dont play gully cricket any more.For the last year, the balding lawn in front of the ticketing offices at Humayuns Tomb in central Delhi has been closed off by high blue boards. Trapped inside are the gully cricketers who once played there every free hour they got. Im joking: in fact, an ambitious renovation plan has evicted them in order to turn the lawn into a parking lot. Presumably nothing else will induce tourists to enter the presence of one of the worlds most beautiful buildings.That lawn is one of the few places in the capital where I saw noodling amateur cricketers noodling about in public at all hours of the day. For 18 months I lived behind the tomb, just outside the crop circle of peace and plenty better known as Lutyens Delhi. Its a trap devised by aliens, but one in which a prisoner from anywhere else in the country would be happy to turn the lock and throw away the key.The ticking clock of the Indian city can be heard even here, as though from a distance: the sound of trains, the call of hawkers, the clacking up and down of shop shutters. The sounds of bat hitting ball are rarer. Children run around with footballs tucked under their arms. (In upper-class India, the cleats go on before, not after, you have learned to play: an unmistakable sign of prosperity but an oddly weaponised one.)In Lodi Gardens, a vast stretch of kindly British landscaping superimposed on a Pashtun mausoleum complex, the eye collides constantly with sportspersons sweating through neon Adidas shirts as they compete with their own respiratory systems, running or skipping rope or cowering before their merciless boot-camp trainers. Three lanes away, golfers commandeer the 220-acre fertile swells of the Delhi Golf Club, another intersection of late Mughal tombs and PG Wodehouse.Most places in India compare unfavourably with this abundance of civilisation, if you like this sort of thing. The film-maker Shyam Benegal enviously wrote of this zone as Gods little acre. It is an admirable state, but it does not bode well for the gully cricketer preparing himself or herself for heaven.I returned recently from this long daydream to Mumbai. Time always passes faster here than elsewhhere.dddddddddddd I expected, like Rip Van Winkle, to have fallen rather badly behind. If theres anywhere in the world where they should start to play cricket in space, its above this town, where the lanes grow thinner and the buildings taller every day. (But no - science fiction too must be manufactured in controlled surroundings. The first antigravity pitch will no doubt be invented in a rooftop lab in Gurgaon, or perhaps in a plastic cell holding N Srinivasan, the Magneto of world cricket.)Space, in any case, is Mumbais weightless, more expedient word for land. Here too cricket is ceding ground. When I left the city in 2013, the pitches in Shivaji Park were already in mixed use. More schools and parents in the citys preeminent cricketing district were accommodating football programmes than ever before. City non-profits promoting leisure and play for lower-income people were steadily choosing football - easier to teach across constraints of gender and purchasing power - over cricket. The hope that Mumbai would soon be a smart city, full of privately owned infrastructure that would open doors and operate vehicles without human intervention, and complete the transformation of labour into capital, was still a pipe dream. But its rhetoric was embedding itself in visions of a future different from the present. It is the task of blueprints to design cities without citizens: under the circumstances, sport can only be imagined if it is decorously incarcerated in facilities and complexes.The streets are not, at present, quite freed up for the march of progress. On my first Sunday afternoon back, I took a slanting, slippery run through my new neighbourhood. It was raining, and the buildings were growing shorter, giving way from the railway and the main streets to quiet roads that sloped down to a fishing village. Even the passing cars sounded squelched and beaten. I ran head down, trying to find the dissolving pavement with my toes.I heard the match well before I saw it: the bitten-off thump of a shot, the heels scuffing between the wickets, the cheers of a ring of men watching a game in a muddy circle between a ring of small houses. I watched as the ball flew off someones bat, shaking the slush off itself, arcing out in the direction of the grey, limitless expanse across the road - the sea. This sport is at least as adaptable as we are: and if we dont become creatures of the air, we will probably learn to play on the water.Yours, Supriya Nair ' ' '