If I was 17 now, I would be capable of winning Wimbledon, but a lot more would be asked of my maturity. The age of mobile phones, texting, social media and all the other aspects of the internet means that the protection I was given when I tapped into the raw power that saw me take the title in 1985 could never have worked today.

My manager Ion Ţiriac and my coach Günther Bosch kept me in a bubble during that year’s Wimbledon. I was aware of how attitudes towards me were changing in the locker room, but I was blissfully unaware of any fuss happening outside. As I worked my way through the draw, there were more requests for interviews. It wasn’t just that a 17-year-old was in the second week, I was winning matches I should have lost – I had two highly unlikely five-set victories in the third and fourth rounds, and in one of them I even threw in the towel, but neither my opponent nor the umpire saw it before I had the chance to change my mind. Ţiriac kept most of the interview requests at bay, which allowed me to keep my focus. My family even kept from me the fact that my grandfather had died on the eve of the championships, because I loved him so much and they knew the news would affect me. You just couldn’t do that now – I’d get a text about it, or it would leak out through Facebook or Twitter.