Well, we’ve had it both ways! The British joy of moaning and anticipating disaster before the Games, and then the joy of success during them. Never can the nation have been more united.

And that’s what’s best about the Games – from the opening ceremony onwards, they’ve helped us feel connected to one another. It takes quite a lot to force us individualistic Brits into relationship. But like nuclear fusion (well, this is a night for superlatives), when it happens it releases a lot of energy.

How many anti-Olympic Eeyores are there now? I’d keep your heads down for a while if I were you. This joy won’t be easily killed.