And so did I. Indeed, it was as fun as it was surreal.
Hearing the chants of "GB" took a bit of getting used to but, as time went on, it did feel like a proper football match (it had a real referee, corner flags - everything).
And beach balls, which are always a bonus.
And at the end, the many ladies in the sell-out crowd had the chance for a close look at serial shagger/Team GB(&NI) skipper Ryan Giggs (who presumably was speaking in Welsh following his refusal to sing the national anthem).
John and I then found a Chinese restaurant which which was still serving food and drink at 2am - you can't rush these things.
Yes, I could definitely get used to having the Olympics on my doorstep. Shame it will never happen again.
