The Beard Has Begun

In the Lensbury Club parking lot, Borg gathers his belongings, poses for pictures and signs autographs for neighborhood children. He starts to ride away. Bergelin has almost driven out of the driveway when Borg suddenly orders the car stopped. He has noticed one little girl standing awestruck, disconsolate. He tells Bergelin to back up. Borg rolls down the window and asks the girl if he missed her. He signs her book. She's speechless.

"So obliged," her father says.

"Don't mention it," Borg says.

Only then does the car speed off, the window rolling up as it goes. He is such a be-YOU-tee, this Bjorn Borg. And the Wimbledon champion must not take the breeze.