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If the day wasn't special enough already, bumping into Jess in the stands took the biscuit! Led to some excessive
celebrations, both inside the Olympic Park and out...[Note Annaliza's extra large Union Jack onesy - ridiculous!] |
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Horse Guards Parade - even Nelson
was getting patriotic! |
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More beach volleyball action -
the party event of the event! |
Headed in convoy with M&D Balfour back to the big smoke
for the second instalment of our Olympic adventure. Beach volleyball at Horse
Guards parade was first up, a great way to get the party started.
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Spot Tony on one side, and Annaliza on the other - also
some fun and games with the locals, then later at Ping Pong |
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A group shot outside the temporary stadium at Horse
Guards Parade |
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| Welcome to the Olympic Stadium indeed! |
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Warming up for the big night ahead
by purchasing some TeamGB kit... |
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Go on Jess, go on, go on! You
little rippa! |
The real treat
however was the Saturday night, where a date with the Olympic stadium awaited.
After braving the London transport system (which was far better than we
expected throughout the whole two weeks), we got a bit patriotic with TeamGB
apparel in the shopping centre at Stratford… Had to be done!
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The jump of destiny - done as JEnnis was doing the lap
of honour - great timing! |
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| God Save our Gracious Queen... |
The atmosphere in the stadium was electric, and it was all
gearing up to the 800m heptathlon final where Jessica Ennis was the home hope
as the face of the Games. She romped home in absolute style, not content with
the overall win instead smashing the field on the home straight accompanied by
a wall of sound. Shortly after, one Greg Rutherford stepped up and jumped 8.31m
in the long jump, which was good enough for gold, and we were in dreamland.
Enter Mo Farah. Now you can get a bit excited about distance running on TV, but
when it’s live and there’s a home interest it’s a different beast. The wave of
cheers rotating round the stadium for the 25 laps meant we’d lost our voices
well before the end, it beat any Mexican wave we’ve experienced. Awesome
performance by Mo, and 3 TeamGB golds in 45 minutes in the Olympic stadium is a
feat that might never be repeated. Still sends shivers down the spine writing
about it now…
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Mo, mo, mo your boat, gently down
the stream... |
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No-one in the UK had ever heard of the Mo-Bot - all
that was about to change forever... |
Didn’t want the night to end, so hung around by the BBC
recording studio in a desperate attempt to get a glimpse of Jess before heading
home. Wasn’t quite that lucky, but enjoyed the renditions of Mo Mo, Mo Mo Mo
Mo, Mo Mo Mo Mo, Mo Mo there’s Mo Farah! [to the tune of No Limit, in case
you’re wondering…]. IronRik even managed to get in front of the cameras,
although the rest of us weren’t quite so lucky.
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| If truth be told it was a fleeting appearance... |
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