A mutual friend had arranged for us to meet at Keith McNally’s restaurant, Pastis, knowing that I was a fan. But “fan” is quite an understatement. I have flown across the world for his tournaments; I’ve endured agony when he’s been a set down and ecstasy when he’s stormed back; I have even missed more than the occasional fashion show—all for the privilege of witnessing Roger play what is surely the greatest tennis of all time.