Wembley Stadium and some 60,000 Britons basked beneath a cloudless August sky. Out in the centre of 26 the arena, on a platform hedged with ropes, a creature with a "splendidly white skin and a figure that would suggest a Greek god to a woman novelist," lay flat upon the canvas and basked with them.
Had this creature's eyes been open he would have seen airplanes circling in the heavens, gay flags and bunting flying from the Stadium flagpoles. He would have heard a vast roar of many voices in the grandstands. But...
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