I have bronze in Beijing, silver in London, and now gold in Rio. It is the perfect story.

Silver’s sweet and gold’s our mother, but once you’re dead they’re worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.

Nature also forges man, now a gold man, now a silver man, now a fig man, now a bean man.

Nature also forges man, now a gold man, now a silver man, now a fig man, now a bean man.

Not that I went into the Olympics with any doubt, but my holiday plans afterwards depended on how well I did - bronze, silver or gold.

You never win the silver. You only lose the gold.