David Foster Wallace once remarked that watching Federer is like “a religious experience.” I used to laugh at this blatantly fanboying hyperbole, but now, I’m beginning to see it.

For the first time ever, my jaws were hanging open full three minutes after the match, in sheer awe. This is Roger: not at his best, but still absolutely decimating his opponents with sound tactics and stronger-than-ever mentality, to make his way to his unthinkable 21st grand slam semi-final in a row, with beauty and subtlety never before seen in the game.

This man is beyond legendary — he is mythical.