The nets have been dropped, the covers come on and the British public forgets about tennis for another 50 weeks but, for yesterday's finalists, their first meeting on grass was just one battle in an ongoing psychological war.
And having met at the last fence on four occasions already this season, both Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal seemed conscious of that fact as they started the match long before they hit the first ball.
The mind-games were almost as thrilling as the match itself and lasted considerably longer with unscheduled drinks, comfort breaks and tortuous service actions all designed to psyche the opponent.
The Spaniard came into their eighth career meeting with a superiority complex on account of his 6-1 lead and five consecutive victories, including one last month in the French Open final.
But the vast majority of those had come on clay, on which the 20-year-old had been raised and to which he had tailored his style. This was grass and the skirmish was held in Federer country. At his house.
Quite who held the edge, therefore, was difficult to assess and that's why the protagonists did everything they could to stamp their authority on proceedings.
Federer strolled on in his cream blazer, with the porter carrying his bag and looking as though he was about to take a gentle stroll to the Pimm's stand.
It was all designed to defuse the tension. The last thing the three-time champion wanted was for his charismatic challenger to energise the crowd.
Nadal cut a very different figure. He clutched his racket as though it was a weapon; this, after all was enemy territory and he didn't want to stray in without being tooled up.
With his sleeveless shirt, head-band and knee-length shorts, the Majorcan might have walked off the set of Pirates of the Caribbean. He seemed as intent on biting his opponents' ankles as stroking a backhand winner past him.
The holdalls were deposited and as Federer removed his jacket and placed it deliberately on his chair, much as an office worker might do, Nadal sprinted to the back of the court.
When umpire Gerry Armstrong called for hostilities to begin, the world's deadliest guns went back to their corners and...sat down.
Nadal refused to budge from his chair until the No 1 seed had made his way to the baseline. Once he was there, the youngster opened another bottle and had one more swig.
Throughout the match, Nadal tried to ignite the tinderbox by pumping his fist and roaring Vamos! After a one-sided first set, Centre Court had something to cheer about.
Nadal snapped at the Swiss, playing well in the second set and taking the third. Wimbledon had become a Spanish annex and the holder was uncomfortable.
But as his familiarity with surroundings told, the 24-year-old eased to his fourth All England crown and the Armada had been repelled.
But for how long? Perhaps Federer knew his toughest opponent would be back and so, when they were ushered together for the ceremonial photo-graphs, as they stood side by side he shifted the trophy to his hand furthest away from Nadal. And so, on to Flushing Meadow. ..SUPL: