Roger Federer’s devotees have reached a fever pitch at Wimbledon this year. Fans from all corners of the globe – India, Lebanon, America – have converged on the tournament, desperate to witness their idol potentially claim a record-breaking eighth Wimbledon title.

This dedication transcends mere fandom. It’s a pilgrimage to see a once-in-a-generation talent, perhaps in his twilight years. The queues snake for hours, some fans camping for days to secure a coveted Centre Court seat.

Federer’s enduring appeal is multifaceted. There’s his mesmerizing playing style, his unmatched success, and his genuine personality. He speaks multiple languages, connecting with fans worldwide. Doris Loeffel, a founding member of his official fan club, describes him as “memorable and never to be repeated.”

This devotion isn’t blind. Acclaimed author David Foster Wallace once wrote of “Federer Moments,” shots that defied logic. His smooth forehand, Wallace argued, was a “great liquid lip,” a testament to Federer’s artistry on the court.

Fans themselves speak of a “Federer effect,” a shared love that transcends borders and backgrounds. They credit him with forging friendships and igniting a passion for tennis, like Sunita Sigtia who plans to establish a foundation in India to help underprivileged children play.

The comparison to Muhammad Ali isn’t outlandish. Shaleem Grant, a fervent Federer supporter, highlights the emotional connection Federer evokes, similar to the legendary boxer.

This year’s Wimbledon feels charged with a sense of urgency. Federer, nearing 36, is defying Father Time. Fans want to be part of history, to witness a champion performing at his peak, perhaps for the last time. It’s a chance to be part of an “I-was-there” moment, to forever cherish the memory of watching a true legend.