You now play home to football, but for a few weeks, you’re back to what you were made for. The crowd is different, there isn’t one ball to look at, but a host of events with athletes competing simultaneously all within your cauldron. A roar from the shot putters near the start finish line, rhythmical clapping from the long jump pit to the side of the back straight, a moan as the bar gets knocked off at the high jump mat.
And then an explosion of applause followed by an expectant hush. The peacock is back to display his feathers. He’s returned to you, the place we all realised how bright and beautiful those feathers were.
Champion once more and even he pays homage to you. ‘Best in the world’ he says.
Soon you’ll be for football again, but tonight, you were triumphant in your true colours.