To listen to Marion Bartoli is to wonder how John Inverdale, or indeed anybody else, could dare to be uncharitable. She is quite possibly the most thoughtful, magnanimous and delightfully quirky ladies' champion that Wimbledon has had.
It was telling that, in the afterglow of a triumph that drew together her every childhood fantasy and earned her the not insignificant sum of £1.6 million ($3 million), she could think only of the turmoil of tearful, vanquished finalist Sabine Lisicki.
"I felt I wanted to take her in my arms at some point," Bartoli said. "I felt so sorry for her - it was hard to see her like that. To cry on court during a Wimbledon final, you must feel so lonely. The hug we had after the match was extremely sweet."
Bartoli was blissfully unaware of the swirl of publicity around her, not least Inverdale's now-notorious "not a looker" comment on BBC radio. But why should she care? She was winning more than enough admirers to bother even for a second about a bovine comment by a misguided male pundit.
Her father, too, maintained a dignified front. Walter Bartoli, her coach, had come over especially for the final and deftly sidestepped Inverdale's gaffe. "I am not angry," he said. "She is my beautiful daughter."