On Saturday afternoon, Andy Murray conducted television interviews, chatted with John McEnroe, signed hats, giant tennis balls, programs and somebody’s arm and somehow managed, through this madness, to monitor his fantasy soccer team (name: Formality) via cellphone.

He seemed relaxed, pleasant and happy, except with Formality’s seventh-place standing in the league. Yet the scene seemed at odds with Murray as commonly portrayed: the sour, dour Scottish tennis player who wears both Adidas and a perpetual frown.

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