Coffee size conundrum: when tall doesn’t mean large

Coffee conundrum: which one is 'tall'

‘A man in front of me in Starbucks ordered a tall, black, Americano – I thought: “is he ordering a President”?’ It’s a groan-worthy joke, but one which rings with truth at the absurd naming conventions coffee shops use.

Let’s get one thing straight: I like my coffee. I even have my own Gaggia machine at home and spend endless hours trying to perfect microfoam (I still haven’t).

I am also addicted not only to the caffeine, but also the shops that sell it. Maybe it’s the smell? The Matt Nathanson soundtrack they all seem to use? The lighting? I don’t really know, but I enjoy the experience of going in and watching a barista make my coffee (while also making notes on how you get that all-important microfoam).

There is, however, something that always perplexes me: the ludicrous descriptions of the drinks.

What size?

Now many people prefer to go in the same chain for their coffee day in, day out. If that’s the case, then you probably never encounter this problem. Me? I like to vary things up a bit.

The problem with that is, as I have found out to my cost, there is no uniform way of describing the size of a coffee across the main chains. Too often I walk in and order my preferred order from another chain out of habit to condemnation.

Ask for a Grande Skinny Caramel Latte (my Starbucks order) in Caffe Nero and you get a very large, wholly different drink with cream on top (as well as a perplexed look from the barista).

No, if you want that same drink in Caffe Nero, what you have to ask for is: ‘A regular skinny latte with a shot of caramel syrup’. You can barely say that in one breath. Wondering what I’m going on about? Then check out these descriptions of the ‘small’, ‘medium’ and ‘large’ sizes in the main high street chains:

Starbucks

Small – Tall

Medium – Grande

Large – Venti

Caffe Nero

Small – Unknown (not even listed on menu, even though it is available. Tut, tut)

Medium – Regular

Large – Grande

Costa Coffee
Small – Primo

Medium – Medio

Large – Assimo

Eat
Small – Flat White only

Medium – Small

Large – Big

Pret
Small – N/A

Medium – Tall

Large – Grande

Only one drink across all the chains is described the same: the large – or grande – coffee in Pret and Caffe Nero. For all the rest, it’s something different every time.

Perhaps the most perplexing is the ‘tall’ coffee – which in Starbucks means a ‘small’ and in Pret means a ‘medium’. Eh? Common sense would suggest that a tall coffee is the largest, right? Wrong. It is something that has got the big wigs at Plain English hot under their lexical collars, and rightly so.

There’s method in the madness of course – for the coffee sellers, anyway. Having these different naming conventions adds confusion and leads to the customer ordering the larger – and thus more profitable – drink. In Caffe Nero, for example, the small size isn’t even on the menu, but it does exist.

Can’t we just standardise all this and be done with it? Can’t medium mean medium and large mean large? I have personally given up. Now I just use ‘medium’ or ‘large’ and leave it to the barista to waggle the cup at me to confirm the size.

And I have a golden rule: never order a drink you can’t say in one breath. It’s actually harder than it sounds – especially if you have to end with ‘to take away’.

Do that, and maybe ordering Presidents will become a thing of the past.

London 2012 Olympics: an experience of a lifetime

The Olympic flame on 'Super Saturday'

Once in a lifetime.

It was probably the most used phrase in the British lexicon leading up to London 2012 and, by 27 July, had become a bit of cliché. Even five-year-old children were using it when interviewed by BBC News.

But, in the end, it seems the most apt way of describing the magical two weeks we have all just been a part of.

Now I am back at my day job, and have had a few days to reflect on my experience as a Games Maker, I am better placed to list out some of my highlights. So, here are three of mine

1. Opening ceremony

It may seem hard to believe now, but we had all feared the worst. After Beijing, how would we do this? Quite rightly, many were using the handover sequence from the Beijing closing ceremony as a template. If that was the case it was going to be an embarrassment.

One thing changed that: Danny Boyle. What Boyle offered up was a work of genius – compacting all that was great about Britain into three disparate, but equally enthralling, segments. The moment when the five rings were forged high above the stadium, dripping firework glitter onto the stadium below, gets me every time. It was beautiful.

The pacing was also spot on – the decision to get the Arctic Monkeys to play ‘I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor’ straight after the lull of the athletes parade was a masterstroke.

Ultimately, though, the ceremony set the tone before a starting gun had been fired. While Beijing had spectacle, it didn’t have personality or soul. Ours did.

We all owe Boyle a debt for capturing us as a nation so magnificently. There were no dry eyes in my house that night – and they were tears of pride, and also of relief, that the world was seeing exactly who we were as a nation.


Me en route to another shift

 2. The Olympic Park

The Park was an amazing place to be every day. I never tired of walking out of Stratford and onto the Park – even with thousands of people to fight through to get to my shift.

People were just happy to be there. I lost count of the number of times I saw people posing for photographs with their tickets. The much-maligned ticketing process obviously making them feel like golden ones.

My lasting memory, however, will be walking across the Park on my way home each night and hearing the cacophony of roars from each venue as I went. It was electrifying.

3. Super Saturday
Back when I had got my Games Maker shifts I was given Saturday 4 August off. When I saw the athletics schedule – and realised that it was the second day of Jessica Ennis’s heptathlon – I knew I had to try and make it to one of the sessions.

Through endless perseverance, I ended up with tickets to both. I was very lucky. In the morning we were sat next to the flame – it was great seeing it so close up. The atmosphere was unbelievable as we watched Jess do her thing.

Probably my over-riding memory of that morning was of seeing Oscar Pistorius reduced to tears by the crowd reaction on his debut at the Olympics. Unforgettable in every way.

By the evening it was clear that, save an injury, Ennis would almost certainly win the heptathlon. This led to an excited crowd. After some heats of other events, we got to Jess.

When the gun went the crowd went ballistic and as she came into the home straight and took the lead the noise, coupled with a sea of union jacks around the whole stadium, was overwhelming. No wonder Jess burst into tears after winning. I think we all did.

In the melee the long jump competition was on-going and we had all missed that Greg Rutherford had extended his lead. This couldn’t be a second gold, could it? As we anxiously watched his competitors try to nick the gold in the last round, Mo Farah came out to warm up for the 10,000m.

At that point everywhere you looked in the stadium there was either adulation (Ennis on her victory lap), tension (long jump final round) or expectation (Farah warming up). It was a surreal experience.

The 10,000m started. Being a long race, we knew it was a good 30 minutes until the denouement, so we all focused on the long jump. Rutherford did it – and did a victory lap as Mo churned out the laps.

Again, we didn’t know where to look. Surely we couldn’t get three golds? I looked to my other half and said: ‘You know what, Mo’s gonna do this. I can just feel it’.

The bell signalled the final lap and Mo moved to the front. He held his position round the final bend, but looked under pressure. We were sat right at the start of the home straight and he had a small lead. The roar went up – deafening, suffocating. It felt like the wall of noise was actually pushing Mo along.

It worked. With 70m to go he opened up a gap we all knew couldn’t be breached. We all lost it. Big time. I have never jumped and cheered so loudly than I did when he crossed the line. Wow, just wow.

Those are just three of my highlights – there are many, many more. Jade Jones’s hat-throwing celebration after securing Britain’s first Taekwondo gold is one. Boxer Nicola Adams’s revelation that she would be celebrating gold by hitting Nando’s was another.

Once in a lifetime it was. And that’s probably the saddest thing of all.

London 2012 Games Maker: BMX-rated racing

Shanaze Reade in the lead of heat two.
That's as good as it got

After the unforgettable days in the pressure cooker of the velodrome, it was nice to move outside and onto the BMX competition. After the seeding runs on Wednesday, I had Thursday off so was back for the semi-finals and medal races.

As usual we had our briefing before heading to the mixed zone. It was agreed that we would split up between medals and broadcast/print areas. I was assigned getting both silver medalists in the print area.

This would provide its own problems. We would now have eight possible winners per final, meaning it was very hard to predict who would win what medal. The finals would also be run back-to-back meaning there was a possibility of both medalists coming through together.

After getting some quotes from David Herman (who failed to qualify for the final), I made my way into the scrum ready for the medal races. First up it was the women’s final. Shanaze Reade, Caroline Buchanan and Mariana Pajon had looked the most likely to do well based on the semi-final runs. Sadly, only one would live up to their reputation in the final.

When the race started both Reade and Buchanan seemed to get stuck in the start gate for a split second. That was enough to end their races. Then it was a bun-fight for silver and bronze with Pajon bossing things from the front.

As I had predicted following the test event last August, Sarah Walker of New Zealand made easy work of the third straight to take silver. Right, I thought, that’s my lady.

Whilst waiting for her to come through the mixed zone, I was so concentrated on getting Sarah that I didn’t make a note of who won silver in the men’s race. To compound the issue, the result had been taken off the big screen. After some deliberation, I realised that Sam Willoughby of Australia had won the silver.

Great, I thought, the Aussie hacks are at the other end of the mixed zone to the New Zealand ones. This was gonna take judgment, as well as eyes in the back of my head.



Sarah Walker chats to the press - and me!



Eventually Sarah Walker made it to us – I managed to get the mixed zone team member to hold my Dictaphone for me, saving me having to lean through a scrum of people. The slight issue now was that Sam Willoughby had walked through the mixed zone, past us and down to the Aussie press.

I had to make a judgment call. I decided that it was worth getting something of both rather than lots of Sarah, so hot-footed it down to get Sam’s quotes. Once I had both I ran back to the workroom to file the copy.

I was slightly disappointed that the team had lifted some quotes off of the broadcast interviews and filed them without waiting for mine. I think they could see I was disappointed so let me write them up and file them anyway.

And that was BMX done. I definitely preferred the test event – we were pretty much the only people in the mixed zone then and we had great fun chatting to the riders. This was very different.

London 2012 Games Maker: tears of Hoy

Sir Chris Hoy with that magical sixth gold medal

I can’t take much more of this. What an emotional, crazy, surreal final day in the velodrome.

As there were three gold medals on offer – and a chance of British success in all three – the ONS team drafted in extra pairs of hands to make sure we got quotes from all the medallists.

At the daily briefing we were assigned our athletes. You can imagine my joy when I saw the following on the whiteboard: ‘Keirin. Gold. SP’. That meant, if all went to plan, I would be chasing Sir Chris Hoy around the mixed zone after winning an historic sixth gold medal. Blimey.

It was also good news as, according to the running order, the Men’s Keirin final was going to be last meaning I could watch all the other events before I had to do my bit.

The velodrome was heaving. Even the corporate seats were full for the first time, populated sporadically over the opening hour by Princess Anne, Boris, Sarah Ferguson and Seb Coe. Anyone who was anyone clearly wanted a piece of this action.

It started with a whimper. Needing to beat Sarah Hammer of USA in the Omnium Scratch Race, Laura Trott could only manage third behind Hammer, the winner of the race. That meant she would need a massive win in the final event, the 500m time trial.

Punctuating all that Sir Chris Hoy moved seamlessly into the Keirin final and Victoria Pendleton into the Women’s Sprint final, setting up a final race against her nemesis, Anna Mears of Australia.

Laura got things off to a great start, winning the time trial and ousting Hammer down to fourth, enough for the gold medal. The place erupted, Trott burst into tears, we all whooped with joy.

Then came the first round of the sprint. Vicky won, but was demoted for riding outside of the sprinters line. The crowd were not happy, and with good reason – Mears appeared to elbow her in the side, causing the swerve. Mears went on to take the second round and, with it, Pendleton’s last hurrah.

It was left to Sir Chris to end this amazing six days as it had begun: with a Hoy victory. He didn’t disappoint. Seemingly about to be edged out, he found an extra turn of pace and took the gold.

At this point I positioned myself in the broadcast pen ready for his interview. He did a brief interview which I couldn’t hear. Following the medal ceremony I went back to the BBC pen as apparently they were doing another interview.

Sir Steve, Sir Chris
- and my right shoulder!

That’s odd, I thought, they don’t normally do that. I was also confused by the guy that had now appeared in the BBC pen kneeling down. Frustratingly for me he was in my way, blocking my route to the camera. Just as I was about to enquire what he was doing I realised: it was Sir Steve Redgrave waiting to surprise Sir Chris in a second interview!

Again, I couldn’t get the quotes because of the noise (the Women’s Sprint medal ceremony was taking place) so retired to the agency pen. It took Sir Chris a good 30mins to reach us as he had to stop at 20 or so broadcasters and do interviews.

Whilst we were waiting Victoria Pendleton came through. She was distraught and in tears, but still managed to give us an interview. I will keep that interview on my Dictaphone as, in a way, it is a piece of history: her last post-race interview with the press.

Sir Chris doing one of his many
broadcast interviews

Finally, we got Sir Chris. He is such a gent and answered all our questions – despite being asked them all repeatedly for the past 30 mins. I then went back and filed his quotes onto the system and that was it – the velodrome was over.

I am sad it is over but, in all honestly, six days is enough in such a controlled, stressful environment. One hack described the mixed zone in the velodrome as a shantytown and I know exactly what he means.

I now move onto BMX today which should be great: we are outdoors, the sport is different and the riders are genuine characters.

It should be ‘awesome’. As long as it doesn’t rain.

London 2012 Games Maker: another day, another gold

The velodrome: the scene of a magical
five days of action so far

Another day, another Great Britain gold.

Last night was another breathless day in the velodrome, although you couldn’t help feeling it was the canapé before tonight’s banquet.

Before the racing started we got the opportunity to go and check out the BMX track, as the riders are now training on the track ahead of competition on Wednesday.

Wow – it looks incredible. It has been transformed since I worked at the test event last August. Gone are the mounds of mud, dirt and gravel replaced with limestone, tarmac and grass. It looks stunning.

There is also a colossal sound system which will really pump the crowd up. The downside being our spot in the mixed zone is right by the speakers so we will have trouble hearing what the athletes say. Could be interesting.

The awesome BMX track ready
for competition on Wednesday

After that we were back to the velodrome for the evening session. I was assigned the fourth place rider in the Men’s Sprint. I was hoping it wasn’t Shane Perkins of Australia again, as I had to interview him after coming fourth in the Team Sprint on Thursday.

Luckily he won bronze which meant I had to get Phillip of Trinidad & Tobago. Unluckily for me someone else managed to get him in the broadcast area, so I was immediately tasked with getting anyone from the Women’s Omnium.

My experience was crucial here. Knowing that Laura Trott – the British rider – probably wouldn’t stop, I thought Sarah Hammer – the American – probably would and she was likely to be near the lead after day one.

I therefore positioned myself next to the American press attaché and the journalist from Sports Illustrated and waited. Fortunately for me she stopped where I had guessed and I managed to get some flash quotes from her.

Most other hacks, not realising she was stopping and where, missed her meaning that my ONS quotes were the only ones available. In the throes of all this Jason Kenny was winning the Men’s Sprint so we had the inevitable crowd noise to contend with too.

After filing those I went straight into the press conference for the Men’s Sprint. I was assigned getting the quotes from Jason Kenny of Great Britain. It is always stressful doing a media conference – you have to watch your Dictaphone the whole time to make sure it is recording, whilst making notes in case it isn’t. Being the British rider I felt under even more pressure.

It was an eventful press conference with Bauge looking perplexed at losing and actually asking Kenny some questions of his own. After the press conference finished I was straight off to type up the quotes and my day was done.

Today is the big one: Sir Chris Hoy in the Keirin, Victoria Pendleton in the Women’s Sprint and Laura Trott in the Omnium. It should be a fitting climax to a magical six days of action.

London 2012 Games Maker: downtime in the mixed zone

The morning athletics session on Saturday

After all the excitement of Friday and Saturday, it was nice to have a quiet shift in the velodrome.

I was lucky enough to go to both the morning and evening sessions of the athletics on my day off on Saturday. What a day. All topped by three GB golds in the stadium – a night I will never forget.

It was hard to get myself back up for my shift yesterday after that. I felt like I had a hangover – despite not drinking anything on Saturday. It was such an emotionally charged evening. I was shot.

Just as well then that my shift yesterday was on the quietest day in the velodrome. I was assigned getting the placed riders in the Men’s Sprint.

I managed to get quotes from Jimmy Watkins – an American rider who is actually a full-time fireman who trains in his spare time. Sometimes you forget that a lot of these athletes have day jobs to fund their dreams. It’s quite inspiring.

Like most Americans – and I mean this in a good way – he had a lot to say. It certainly makes my job easier when you are not trying to coax quotes out of people. No such trouble with the Americans. Jimmy was just made up to be at the Olympics and it was quite humbling to hear someone over the moon with just being there and competing.

Once those quotes were filed I went to the Men’s Omnium press conference and was assigned Ed Clancy of Great Britain, the bronze medallist. He is quite a character and had some great quotes about crashing with the Danish gold medallist in the scratch race.

Once those were filed I made the mad dash home to watch the 100m final, which I did with 20 minutes to spare – the 10pm start time did me a favour there.

So, I’m back in today. We have Jason Kenny in the Men’s Sprint and Laura Trott starting the Women’s Omnium. I can’t wait for her elimination race tonight.

And then, finally, it will be the big day on Tuesday when Victoria Pendleton, Sir Chris Hoy and Laura finish up. We could see three GB gold medals in one session and also some emotional Olympic farewells from two of our greatest cyclists. 

Not sure I can take much more. Actually, I can.

London 2012 Games Maker: the coronation of Queen Victoria

The mixed zone on day two.
It got a lot busier than this

Yesterday was another breathless day in the velodrome.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, I was the only Games Masker on shift taking quotes. What a night the other three missed. At the daily briefing it was agreed that because we were low on numbers we would take a medallist each (six reporters = six medallists). It was agreed that I would get the gold medallist in the Women’s Keirin.

Even though Victoria Pendleton and Anna Mears were the favourites, I knew this could also mean interviewing a Lithuanian or Chinese athlete. I was worried.  Even though we have access to interpreters, it can be difficult to use them effectively in the mixed zone.

The briefing also caused much discussions about the running of the Keirin event. Did one, two or three riders go through from the repechages? I was confused that the semi finals were called second rounds. All very confusing.

And then we were off – back to the mixed zone. Today I was stationed in the press pen to watch the start of the action. Like yesterday, this led to some hilarity.

Although we have the Games Maker uniform on, we have Olympic News Service (ONS) bibs on to distinguish ourselves and to stop us getting interrupted by hacks. It doesn’t work. Must be the trousers and shoes that give us away.

Firstly, I had an American hack asking where he should stand to get the athletes. Although I was tempted to say ‘mate, none of us know’ I explained how it had gone yesterday and told him to speak to a mixed zone member.

For some reason he was like a boomerang: every time I thought I’d sorted him he kept coming back. In the end I had to walk him to his spot as then introduce him to the American press attaché. Sorted. I also then had the unenviable task of telling a Chinese journalist what a repechage was…

And then the action. As expected the Men’s Team Pursuit was won by GB – this created issues for us as their medal ceremony was straight before the Keirin finals, so we had a busy mixed zone.

Then it was my moment: the Women’s Kierin final. I made one final check of my Dictaphone, made sure my pen worked and waited. What a final. Victoria Pendleton won by holding off the Chinese athlete down the straight.

The crowd erupted and, for the first time, my mask of impartiality slipped. I cheered. Loudly. Anyone who saw the documentary on her before the Games would fail not to be. I was delighted – and an English speaking winner to boot!

I decamped to the agency pen – by far the best place to get good quotes without a media scrum. Whilst we waited for Pendleton, Anna Mears came through so we got quotes from her. She was gutted, but had a steely glint in her eye for the Women’s Sprint. Keep an eye on her next Tuesday.

And then new got Vicky. She’s so lovely – she was so happy and shared a lovely story of cuddling her 10-month-old nephew for the first time the day before and how that had inspired her. She also said it was the greatest moment of her career. I still can’t believe I was in that position on what was the highlight of her career. This Games Maker lark is incredible.

I now have today off but the action doesn’t stop: I’m off to the athletics and will hopefully see Jess Ennis win gold. We will also see Mo Farah in the 10,000m too.

Hopefully another golden day is upon us.

London Games Maker 2012: a knight to remember

The view from the broadcast pen

Wow. What a night.

Last night was my first proper shift in the media scrum of the mixed zone and what a learning curve it was. Having worked test events previously I was prepared for mayhem and that’s exactly what I got.

Firstly we had our team briefing. I was assigned one of the broadcast areas. This means my role was to stand behind the camera of TV interviewers and take notes of what the athletes say. The slight issue with this is that you can’t get in camera shot at all, meaning shoving your Dictaphone is someone’s face is a complete no-no.

It was quite a fun start. Athletes didn’t stop in the qualifying rounds so we were able to watch the racing and soak it all up. American broadcaster NBC were quite amusing to observe. They were just focused on the stands, not the action. When I enquired what they were doing they informed me they were only there to film the royals in the crowd – they wasn’t interested in the sport! And then a man from the Golf Channel turned up. Only in America.

The french cable conundrum.
Good luck with that

The French were equally amusing. It seemed odd that there was an empty broadcast pen after the action had started. This was good for me as it gave me an opportunity to get into the pen to get a better shot at getting my quotes. But then they turned up. Late. It was highly amusing watching the cameraman wrestle with his cable spaghetti in time for the French athletes’ races.

Unfortunately the GB Women’s Sprint Team were demoted for an infringement in their semi final. This meant Victoria Pendleton came through the mixed zone a lot earlier than we were expecting. I therefore had to literally chase her down the mixed zone as she ping-ponged between broadcasters. Apparently she was in tears by the time she got to the press section.

I was then moved into the proper press scrum. Given the very humid temperature in the velodrome, let’s just say it’s a little, well, whiffy in there. Glamorous it is not.

I was assigned getting the Australian riders who came fourth in the Men’s Team Sprint. Nice – I get the athlete that has come in the worst place possible! But Shane Perkins from Australia was very generous in defeat, and it was quite amusing being assigned to him as I had a Twitter exchange with him only two days ago.

I was trying to annotate my notes while the British team were getting their gold medals so I missed that, but it has to be quotes first, spectate second. It’s hard, but you have to do it as we have a 15-minute deadline to file our quotes.

As the racing was finished I was told I could go back to the office to file my quotes, rather than phone them in. What a stroke of luck that turned out to be. As I was walking up the stairs there were Wills and Kate coming through from the stand. There didn’t seem anyone there to stop me or tell me the protocol, so I just acted like I hadn’t recognised them, let them through first and followed on after them.

Philip Hindes and Sir Chris Hoy talk to the media

Once I had filed my copy I was allowed to go and sit in on the press conferences. It was a real privilege to see Sir Chris Hoy give his thoughts on the race. At times I am pinching myself that this is happening and that I am actually doing this.

So, at last, I have seen a GB gold medal won. It was incredible – you really don’t get a sense of how loud the crowd is in the velodrome on TV – it is literally deafening. Great for spectators – not so great for us trying to collect quotes.

And that was only the first night. Tonight we have Victoria Pendleton in the Women’s Keirin and the Men’s Team Pursuit final. Can’t wait.

London 2012 Games Maker: calm before the storm

Watching the Men's Time Trial on the big screen

Well, I have had my first proper taste of the Olympic experience.

Nearly two years since the initial application went in, I have completed my first two Games Maker shifts. It has been very quiet so far – the calm before the storm.

As a volunteer in the Olympic News Service my role is to collect quotes from athletes after they have competed and file them within 15 minutes, ready for the world’s media to access and use as they wish in their reports.

The first two days has seen us watching the athletes training, making notes and trying to get some practice of interviewing athletes and coaches. As you can imagine, so close to competition (which starts today) it’s quite hard to get them to talk.

Frustratingly, we are not allowed to call out to them to stop for a chat – even if they walk right past us in the mixed zone. Of course, that will all change once the competition starts today – then it is quite literally a free-for-all with us volunteers brushing shoulders (and digging elbows, no doubt) with hacks from across the world.

The (quiet) mixed zone in the velodrome
- my home for the next week.

 Some volunteers are frustrated that they haven’t had a chance to practice interviewing and filing quotes. Fortunately for me, I have worked the same role at two test events, so know what to expect. I think the other volunteers still don’t appreciate how busy it will be from tonight.

My main worry is around using a dictaphone. At the test events we were actively discouraged from using them – mainly because they can stop working and you could miss the quote, and also because the ambient noise in the venue can make them almost superfluous.

Because of that, I had planned not to use one, but am now going to have to do it. I just hope it doesn’t stop working at the crucial moment or I don’t forget to press record!

We will then have to annotate the interview down into bite-sized quotes – ‘flash quotes’ – and phone them through to the news desk.

GB's Men's Pursuit team train in the Velodrome

That could also be tricky: phone them through from track centre and you probably won’t hear the person on the other end of the phone. Phone them through from the quiet space under the track and you will probably not get a signal. Could be stressful, I think.

 Tonight should be great, though. We have the Men’s Team Sprint, Women’s Team Sprint and the qualifying for the Men’s Team Pursuit. Great Britain should medal in both finals of the Team Sprint, but what colour will almost certainly come down to the width of a tyre.

It should be incredible.