Bring me the sweat of Rafael Nadal

Anthony Lane writes in a recent New Yorker,

Hero worship, for all but a handful of Olympians, is the fleeting exception, whereas for tennis stars it’s the rule. Nadal, to his credit, looked delighted when he won the gold medal, but, as he tossed his wristbands to his fans, you could see, in their outstretched hands, a craving that no Olympics could ever sate: bring me the sweat of Rafael Nadal.

I wonder how many of his readers got the reference to Clive James's poem Bring Me The Sweat Of Gabriela Sabatini - 0.1%?