It is 2008 all over again at Wimbledon. As Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer march on to the quarter-finals, unfazed, unflustered, apparently unencumbered by sweat, a collision between the two titans in the last four looks ever more likely. In SW19, the clocks are about to be put back.
It is 11 years since the pair met in an extraordinary final that went on into the gloaming, the only source of light to illuminate their shots that reflected off Nadal's toothy smile. Everything has changed since, not least that the All England Club's two principal courts are now equipped with a roof, ensuring there will always be light on future epics.
What was remarkable watching the pair eviscerate their opponents on Centre Court yesterday was how kind the passage of time has been. Unencumbered by receding hairlines and crow's feet, neither looks slower, less mobile; Federer still looks as enraptured by one of his own glorious winners as he was back then. More to the point, their appetite for victory remains as ravenous as ever.
As, with a speed that was almost contemptuous, the glorious twosome put away a pair of players with a combined 17 years' youthful advantage, it was hard not to reach the conclusion that part of their longevity is down to the lack of proper competition they have faced latterly.
Nothing makes an ageing sportsman face up to their depredations of chronology quite like being bettered by a younger man. And there was nothing like that here.