It was thrilling to be at the Olympic Stadium on “Super Saturday” when Britain scooped three sensational golds on top of the three from earlier in the day. We saw Jessica Ennis triumph in the heptathalon, Greg Rutherford’s leap to victory in the long jump, and Mo Farah become the first Briton ever to win the men’s 10,000m, adding to our earlier golds in cycling and rowing. It was Britain’s best one-day medal haul for a century.

We had no idea what tickets we would get when we first applied, and certainly feel we struck gold as the successes of the evening piled up.

The mood was buoyant from the moment we stepped foot in the Olympic Park early afternoon on Saturday. Everyone seemed so joyous, whatever their country of origin, and we smiled as we passed patriotic groups walking around wrapped in their nation’s flags, realising they had flown thousands of miles to support their country in the world’s most famous sporting event which was taking place on our doorstep.

I was pleasantly surprised at how well managed everything was, with the only long queue for the pie and mash (disappointing, but I didn’t expect to be thrilled), with only a short wait for the water fountain, the loos and the shop. Thankfully, we didn’t pay £15 to view the Olympic Park from its red twisted helter skelter tower where the lengthy queues dragged on. There were plenty of other activities going on – entertainment from musicians and dancers, and for once, complete strangers smiled and chatted amiably to whoever they were standing next to, wanting to know where they had come from and who they were supporting.

I loved the euphoria of cheering on our best athletes, I love how our best of British inspired us all with their personal triumphs, coming from different backgrounds. At the end of the day, it was the opportunity, support, self-belief and personal sacrifices, sheer hard work and practice, practice, practice that won them their medal, making them heroes for us all.

My husband once saw our local Olympic javelin thrower, Goldie Sayers, holding a car boot sale a couple of years ago and was selling off an old Olympic bag to raise funds for herself. These athletes don’t get the same kind of interest from major sponsors like our football players, but maybe they will change their minds now. Good luck Goldie!

It was a long walk back to the tube – we were advised to head for West Ham which must have been 2 miles away – but there were no complaints and Olympic Park staff jollied us on our way as we passed them, breaking into song and trying to keep our spirits up.

Who said Britain isn’t great!