In 2004, Juan Ignacio Chela made the quarters in Paris and got beaten by a Brit. In 2011, Andy Murray ensured that history repeated itself, with the Scot winning this teasing, testing French Open quarter-final 7-6(2) 7-5 6-2.
Hampered by his torn ankle tendon and a fickle wind that returned to haunt Court Suzanne Lenglen, Murray started uneasily by playing to the Argentinian's strengths and was soon a double break down at 1-4.
The Scot retrieved one break with scudding slices to the 6-foot 3-inch Chela's ankles, but the 32-year-old from Buenos Aires held firm and snatched two set points at 5-4, which Murray saved with some blistering serves and a magnificent sliding crosscourt backhand pick-up.
Some beguiling tennis from the world number four set up a tiebreak, with Murray winning five consecutive points to lead 5-1 and then taking his first set point.Read more (307 words)
The second set began with a routine hold and then three break points, the pick of which was a sensational flicked crosscourt backhand that left Chela floundering at the net. A searing winner saved the first but, on the second, Chela netted for 0-2.
The Argentinian, looking disconcertingly like Jeremy Bates on a Spanish-cucumber-and-water diet, began to crumble and fell to 1-4, with Murray's dropshots singing sweetly off the strings.
At 2-5, Chela, run ragged by the Scot's relentless dropshots and swinging groundshots, looked as tired as a mood ring on a manic depressive, but he somehow managed to re-engage, powering back to 5-5 with some bullet backhands.
To steal the set now, Murray would need to be oblivious to momentum and hardened to fortune. The Scot didn't disappoint, demonstrating his love of a crisis with a sound break, before sealing his service game with a scorching ace and a moody silence.
With the match fading rapidly into the Parisian sunset, Chela pulled out the dice from the Cluedo box with a view to a final throw. But some unstoppable, unanswerably sweet forehands and drive-volleys from Murray swept him to match point.
Murray ensured this would be the Argentinian's last tango in Paris with yet another unplayable drop shot. The match secured, the Scot turned to his support team and pumped his fist, in the manner of the man on a mission that he has increasingly resembled during this compulsively watchable run on the red clay of Roland Garros.
As Murray fired himself into a semi-final against Rafael Nadal, much of his body language resembled that of Ivan Lendl, another tortured, serial slam-final failure until his redemptive tennis at this event in 1984 blew missiles past the tangled defences of John McEnroe.
Murray will be hoping for a similar glittering outcome over the next four days.