I'm a huge sports fan, but I have only cried once, and they were tears of elation and relief.
22 November 2003, the rugby World Cup final. England vs Australia in Sydney. After 80 minutes, the score was 14-14, so it's extra time. Another 20 minutes of unbearable tension as England battled against the Aussie team, 80,000 home fans and a blatantly biased South African referee.
I know several of the England players personally, as they play for my club, Leicester, and I have watched them come up through our junior teams. I'm so proud of them.
We win a line out, the ball comes back to Jonny Wilkinson, the best kicker in the world. His team-mates have created just enough time and space for him. He hits it with his weaker foot, but it's good enough, and England have won the World Cup.
I was screaming, laughing cheering and crying all at the same time.