Will reality bite next week?

Enough about ourselves and our five Olympic rings of prized metal. It would be rude not to acknowledge our splendid hosts. So where do we stand on Team GB’s success this past fortnight?

Are we, like Morrissey — miserable then and now, heaven knows — appalled at their “blustering jingoism” and “foul patriotism”?

Or could it be that the rather extravagant peals of laughter that greeted Pirlo’s panenka a few long weeks ago have mellowed into something we have rarely managed before; genuine smiles of happiness for our neighbour’s triumphs?