Andy Murray finally goes home on Sunday, spent but still glowing. The new US Open champion will blush as an open-top bus takes him through the streets of Dunblane, where he grew up, where he learned his tennis and where a mixture of memories, warm as well as terrible, were born. This will be the welcome he cherishes most, among friends and family who make the fewest demands on his time and his ability to smile on demand.
Thank God that's over.
They are fierce rivals and long-time friends.
When Sir Sean Connery rolled with some jollity into Andy Murray's victory press conference at Flushing Meadows on Saturday night, unannounced and accompanied by Sir Alex Ferguson and the player's mother, Judy, there was a sense that Scotland's invasion of New York this year might be a very happy one.
As Louis Armstrong sang, That's Life.