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At home uses the tube and is often spotted - iPod in his ears - at some South London station. Heading abroad, he hops into cattle class with the rest of us and here in New York he gets bored of waiting for courtesy cars and takes the shuttle bus.

His only daily requirement isn't a private jet, a chauffeur, a top floor suite or a bodyguard, it's the wake-up, strong coffee from over the road - which, obviously, he gets himself.

The world number two remains firmly down to earth on the sidewalks of the Big Apple, one of his favourite cities, as he prepares to try and match, or perhaps better, .

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As Andy Murray walked back into the players' lounge, after on Sunday, a welcoming party of volunteers and tournament staff gave him a big cheer and a long ovation.

Tournament Director Eugene Lapierre handed over a flute of champagne which, while held for the purposes of photographs, was not consumed.

Murray couldn't stop smiling, chatting amiably to the good folk who run a fantastic tournament (this was my first visit to Montreal and I can think of few better), while in the background coach , one of the unsung heroes of this remarkable British sporting success story, sat on a sofa watching the golf.

Murray's victory was his fourth at Masters level (the tier just beneath the Grand Slams), which is two more than Henman and Rusedski put together, and the fifth of a fantastic 2009 season which still has three months to run.

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