OK. Fine. You’re happy. Roger Federer should be, darn it. Last month, he won his 12th Grand Slam at the US Open. Winning a Grand Slam is probably quite mind-consuming. The fact that it’s over with is a relief for anyone playing under that kind of pressure.

It’s got to stop, though. The dropping-to-your-knees celebration. The crying game. Come on, you’re Roger Federer, for crikey’s sake. If you want to dramatically kiss the grass after your first Wimbledon, that’s understandable. But winning is sort of a fact of life for guys like you. When you reach double-digit major titles, it’s time to suck it up.

Unfortunately, since Fed’s the No.1 player in the world, the other guys in the locker room insist on copying him. Like Andy Roddick. He can’t beat Federer on the court, so he’ll join him in the lame post-match celebration antics. After locking up the Davis Cup final against Sweden a couple weeks ago, he collapsed on his side to the ground, like a ballerina. I’m shaking my head in disapproval right now.

'It’s got to stop. The dropping-to-your-knees celebration, the crying game. Come on, you’re Roger Federer, for crikey’s sake.'

This is an issue that needs to be addressed. It’s right up there with fixed tennis matches and doping. Some very stringent, very definite big-match celebration models are needed, and everyone – Federer included – will need to follow them.

For example, the skyward fist, simple, strong, confident. It says: “I won. Duh. What’d you expect?”  The four-cornered wave and kiss which Andre Agassi popularised in his later years on tour. It’s very good for someone who knew the sands were running through the hourglass on his career.

This celebration, though, is approaching overuse by such players as Maria Sharapova and Serena Williams, who are just a touch younger, and who do it after every single match. Applauding the crowd: “Hey, spectators, thanks for not a whole lot. I did the running, the hitting, the acing. But at least someone was here to watch me lay down the butt-whupping.”