After today, I am going to nominate that all Super Sundays start with lazy mornings in bed reading, with a cup of tea delivered at double digits to entice you out from under the covers.

I am also going to suggest that they end with good friends roasting marshmallows on sticks in a fire pit and watching the sun go down.

And the middle? I can’t even remember the middle, but the end of the middle meant bloody Mary’s leaning over the 5 bar gate, in the sunshine.