When I first came out of the station, my nostrils were tingled by that smell of the matchday burgers from the vans dotted along Green Street

As the Games progressed and the medal tally mounted, the 300 quid for my two tickets increasingly looked like money well spent

Science fiction or fact, the future could see battalions of athletic warriors pitting themselves into quasi-sporting contests

Whatever tomorrow’s outcome, the face of football will have changed radically and who can say for the better?