I don't quite know what to say. They were brilliant but I am biased.

You can see my brother in the photo if you squint at the little white face in the middle of the photo, squashed between two other faces. (Thank all the gods and goddesses they won. I don't know what he would have done if they hadn't - collapse into a pit of despair or something. Withdraw further into a dark realm of pessimism. This is the team whose chant is 'Who are the losers? WE ARE THE LOSERS!)

I knew the kadet polis were going to win. What I didn't know was how to react. There are so many people I care about involved in this; the tearing heartache and the pure delirium the JOY right there, right next to each other - it breaks my heart. What words are there to say?

Moving on. I had a flash when I was watching Jason commanding the St. John's. This marching squad is like the robot! You can yell at it and train it and program it and fine-tune it until 3 in the morning but it does what it wants to when it wants to. You can command it to turn right or left or even U-turn but on the day, all you can do is to let it go - and hope for the ten seconds or fifteen minutes of good luck you need. You can experience the crushing pain of defeat - or the exhilaration of success. You have no control. You just let go. And pray.