There are stealth planes that have flown less under the radar than Cameron Norrie has at Wimbledon down the years. But halfway through the British No 1’s quiet destruction of the American journeyman Steve Johnson, something shifted. People started to get to their feet. Wave their fists. Make noise.
And as the decibel levels rose, the increasingly rowdy crowd also came up with a new chant: “Norrie! Norrie! Norrie! Oi! Oi! Oi!” It was the sound of joy, but also acceptance.
