Bjorn Borg’s heart is beating like a jungle drum. Well after his retirement, on way to play a veterans match in a small city in the Netherlands, the tennis great had collapsed on a small bridge arching over a canal.

This is the mid-1990s. Borg, in his 40s, had returned to the court after two decades of drugs, pills, alcohol, bad relationship decisions and worse business calls.

Having called time on his career at 26, the legions of Borg fans were desperately hoping this was the proverbial second wind. And here he was breathless, that famously robust heart of his – legend has it that his resting pulse rate used to be 29 – refusing to beat. His father stood over him helplessly, dreading that life’s ultimate tragedy might soon unfold – watching his son die.

This is the dramatic start of Bor

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