I'm seeing this now, in some random bar, and I'm asking, pleading with the bartender NOT to change the channel, playing on the fact that I'm old & worn out, and displaying with a longing glance (it sparks the maternal instinct of the ladies, everyone knows that) my defibrillator to move her to pity.

Wimbledon, the full seventies, it seems to me.
Navratilova vs Evert. THE "clásico".
That sport was called "Tennis" and that planet, despite its notable flaws, was still almost livable.

Today, returning to "tennis," what a torment to see the Albion grass trampled near the net...