An empty Olympic stadium. In a bid to slow the exit to the horrendous queues out of the park they had a competition in which one person in the stadium got the chance to win a car.

They were competing against the winner of a national competition by drawing keys from a bag until one found the key that unlocked the car. The national winner ended up losing in front of thousands of people.

It was like they wanted to give her a taste of athletic defeat; the hard work to get there, the anticipation, waiting for her moment on the track, the mental rehearsals, the visualisation of victory. All to be dashed.

I’m not sure if I hated or admired the sponsors.