My ears are still ringing. I somehow had managed to bag as my patch the last crossing point (on the bend at 150m) before the finish. This was between the two sides of the ticketed area so wasn't rammed. We had some very nice boys from the Royal Fusiliers helping out.
Noise. Cheering for everything that moved. I saw Graham Watson head out on his motor bike. I spoke to Marianne Vos who was a bit lost trying to find the start. Nicole Cooke came and posed for photos with the volunteers as we were heading out to the course. Then Lizzie Armitstead wandered over and got a huge round of applause and people being very respectful of her personal space (they left a 5m semicircle - maybe she hadn't had a chance for a shower after her ride..)
lizzie by
davidmamartin, on Flickr
The noise was unbelievable. Every athlete got a resounding cheer and th eboard banging was superb. Every time a british rider was shown on the big screen the crowd were ecstatic. Some germans and dutch made a valiant effort but were only ever going to be in the minority. Much applause for Kristin Armstrong for a great ride.
And then Chris Froome came through. Unbelievable noise. And when Wiggo came past it was actually painful. I don't know how he could hear his radio. I'm not surprised Clarion and crew heard the roar as he crossed the line.
Then after the end of race Bradley decided to ride back down the course. Cue pitch invasion. Peopel jumped the barriers and in a manner of seconds there were 300+ people heading down towards him. Quite wisely he turned and fled back into the enclosure.
Back to the big screen where we watched the medal ceremony and sang the national anthem with what voice we had left.
Then it was all over. Stood down, signed out and headed to the queue at Hampton Court Station. Made a quick decision and led a small party to walk to Thames Ditton instead. Home, tea, train, Southampton. Curry. Bed (soon).