One magical muggy night, many moons ago, under the thatched roof of a beachfront backpacker bar on a quiet island off the coast of Thailand, I came to understand the fulsome greatness of Evonne Goolagong Cawley.

I was playing Trivial Pursuit at the time – specifically, a sun-weathered 1980s edition – and between sips of Singha and tom yum goong, it became unmistakably clear that the Australian tennis legend was my key to victory. Time and again, whether going for an orange wedge (sport and leisure) or a yellow one (history), “Evonne Goolagong Cawley” was the correct answer. I can’t remember the exact questions but her name – that instantly…

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