Savouring an incredible success

THERE’s a memorable scene in the French film, Amélie, in which the quirky heroine wonders how many Parisians are enjoying the delights of the bedroom at that very moment.

Fifteen, as it happens. Surprisingly low for the City of Light but there you go. Maybe it was a Tuesday morning.

I often imagine that any given moment of sporting ecstasy is isolated, concentrated in one relatively tiny pocket of the world while the rest of humanity bolts upright, alarmed by the sudden outpouring of emotion.