MY first Olympics, at LA in 1984, was a big surprise. I was 30, it was my first team and I had to learn to fit in at that level fast. It was surreal and a whirlwind.
I had three weeks’ holiday from my job in a government office over Christmas in 1981 and in January 1982, I said to my wife Jenny, “I don't want to go back to the office, I hate it.” We had two little kids, but she said, “Oh for God's sake, just hand in your notice.” I thought she was joking, but she said I might as well give it a go.
My bosses said it was nice of me to confirm as I was never
