From a review of his autobiography
"On the other hand, McEnroe does have an inadvertently amusing line in eyeing up the physical charms of his competitors, which, from anyone less demonstrably heterosexual (six anklebiters and counting) might cause one to raise an eyebrow. 'I remember Vitas bulging out of his clothes, and sweating... and Nastase. Those guys looked incredible... I thought [Borg] was magical - like some kind of Viking god... I can't explain, exactly... the way he looked - long, tan legs, wide shoulders.'
Anyone else? Oh, yes - 'I liked Guillermo Vilas, the Bull of the Pampas, early on. His look was great - the big, hairy chest, the muscular thighs, the flowing hair. There was something beautiful about him.'
Anyway, if the big, hairy chest of the Bull of the Pampas didn't lead to anything much, that might well be because McEnroe was saving himself for Tatum O'Neal. By that point, of course, his career on court was more or less over - 'Where is Borg? I thought. Who in God's name is Anders Jarryd, and what is he doing with a match point against me?'"