To the Cafe Royal to an excellent dinner hosted by the National Sporting Club with John McEnroe as the star turn. Before he took to the stage, Supermac chatted to me and my father (a nifty tennis player in his day and many times Malta champion) about how the game has changed. I asked him whether he would - as he hinted at the end of autobiography - enter politics, and McEnroe gave what gave what can only be described as a non-denial denial. Fascinating, too, that he admits that it still gives him goose-bumps when he talks to Bjorn Borg on the phone. All great endeavours are based on the weird brew of competition, rivalry and friendship. Speaking of which, McEnroe declared himself mystified by the fall of Blair - and did a pretty good impersonation of Gordon Brown. A man of many talents, and the greatest tennis player of all time.
