Ev'ry time we say goodbye... after a devastatingly brilliant men's hockey final, and after a devastatingly brilliant two-and-a-bit weeks, we've reached the end of the line. I'm sorry.

We remember those who couldn't make the Games with the mystical turtle, flying across the planet and to the heavens.

Well.

There are drones in the sky forming the Olympic mascot. 5g control too (whatever that means).

Is this "unlucky"? Elise Christie would probably deem it thus.

People are enjoying themselves.

Laura Deas is milling about in her medal, and Dom Parsons is doing likewise.

Ah, there's your Lindsey Vonn; what a hero she is.

We're seeing a great light show, flags across seats.

More athletes jigging, the jiggling to come later.

And look at that! Diggins and Fourcade both have their countries' flags. Cross-country baby.

I can only imagine, nae dream of, the state of all this lot, and rightly so.

Here come our athletes....

I'm fairly surprised to find myself saying this, but my favourites probably came in the cross-country skiiing. Jessie Diggins taking USA to gold in the team event and Marit Bjorgen becoming the most-decorated Winter Olympian ever, Martin Fourcade killing it, and Johannes Hoesflot Klaebo monstering everyone.

We see some of the amazing moments that have glorified our last bit on this sorry planet. What was your favourite?

"The prayer pagoda shining with the light of harmony and solidarity." And let us say amen.

We've got more guitarists and some kind of electric affair I've never seen before, almost like an upright violaharp.

A 13-year-old guitarist races into an interpretation of Vivaldi's Four Seasons. A bunch of dancers in fluorescent suits do stuff up the ramp leading to the flame. This represents elements of sport, obviously.

Furthermore...

National anthem time. Join in at home.