I saw her on an outer court at Wimbledon and it was remarkable how a sparse crowd swelled when word spread that Britain finally has a proper prospect.
At her press conference – dwarfed in a jumper borrowed from Fernando Verdasco – she seemed sweet-natured but also steely.
Durie helpfully suggested from the commentary box that when you have a stiff leg you should "shake it off", and perhaps that's what the Russian did because she displayed all the mobility of Douglas Bader.
Will she, we wondered, be the next Jo Durie, or might she be a winner instead?
Laura might chew jelly snakes courtside but she will now test herself regularly against the grown-ups.
And there is hope, seeing as she is a) only 15 and b) Australian-born.
While the men are in snorting good health, the women (Williams sisters aside) have regressed after years of enthralling progress to somewhere behind where they were before Martina Navratilova.
Hey, we are talking 'not enough viewers for Setanta', which would rather delight us with curling highlights between the Ulster Volunteer Force and the Real IRA, or some such.
Eventually I signed up to something called Eurosport Player, tapping in credit card details with the faint sense I was paying for a passion that wasn't merely specialist but quite possibly illegal. After finally tracking down highlights I realised Robson has all the tools in her locker to be the quintessential British tennis darling: yep, lots of choke-juice, she lost 6-3, 6-1 to Ksenia Pervak. Pervak is almost three years older and Robson has won junior Wimbledon.