Olympic Report

WE FOUGHT THE WORLD AND - WE WON!

No one alive has ever seen the like of what we witnessed yesterday. 6 gold medals in one day; more importantly, 3 in the cauldron of the Olympic stadium in real, solid, unimpeachable events. I said in my previous report that we would have perhaps 1 priceless moment to savour from the second, crucial week of athletics. Instead we got a whole evening of priceless jewels: Jess (who should be made a baroness immediately), Rutherford, who stole the gold in the long jump almost without realising the enormity of what he had done, and Mo, peace be upon him, who knew exactly what he was doing when he outfoxed all the great men of the African highlands and ran one of the cleverest, bravest races I have ever seen. And to think both I and my wife had written him off as a no-hoper! Boy, how wrong can you be?

In the cycling, in the rowing we have been strong in the past and we have been no less strong this week: perhaps we expected this to happen, but it's the unexpected that gives the best copy and the greatest memories.

Once again, I feel a tiny bit proud to be a Brit again, to have been alive and bearing witness when these great events occurred.

To summarise, talk about home advantage!