Ugh, tennis. It makes me want to puke. I don’t want to take a personal pop at a bright young fashion model with a multimillion-dollar advertising career to protect, who is about as good at tennis as my mum, because that would be ungallant and mean. For it is what the recent behaviour of Emma Raducanu tells us about the sport she (occasionally) plays that I want to weep over, not the personal moral failure, which is none of my business.

Offered the chance to play mixed doubles with Sir Andy Murray and thus take an active part in his retirement event and allow him to pass on the baton in person, she said, on court, in front of 10,000 clients, sorry, fans, “I’ll cherish