I’ve just got back from Heathrow after going down there to see the England rugby team arrive home with the William Webb Ellis Trophy, the World Cup. It was very special. Those words seem somehow not enough and yet too much, too cliched.

The one thing I’ll remember most, a forrest of arms reaching up, half with digital cameras, the other half with cameraphones. Flashes going off everywhere as the coach drove slowly past and in the front flashing golden the cup itself.