they weren’t so hyped, star-struck, money-drenched and over the top. Give me the original games in Greece, with naked men competing for honour and a bit of fun – not a square inch of designer-kit for the sponsors. Or the first Games after the war when the athletes had to pay for their own food and doss down wherever they could find a bed.

It all seems to be mostly about the prestige of having the Games. The upheaval and self-aggrandisement are enormous. Poor old 20^th-century Greece is still recovering from the strains of putting on the Games, with much of the site unused to this day. All a bit hard to bear now that the whole country is broke. (Putting on the Games can’t have helped.) I’d rather see the money going into village cricket pitches, school games fields, into those thousands of clubs that teach sport to young people. It’s going to be fun, exciting and heart-stopping – all those things. But how many hearts might be stopped with the money going, rather, to the bottom of the pile?