The opening Teams seemed to go on for ever (indeed it became known as “The Endless Teams”), such that Glyn and I were pretty exhausted by the end (we finished a respectable 43rd). Pairs to follow, and a lack-lustre start saw us near the foot of the table for the first three sessions.

A good final session saw us catapult from 270th to 147th (out of 320), with 151 pairs qualifying for the semifinal. Glyn, still in bed thinking we had no chance to qualify (and, frankly, was looking forward to a rest) was awoken, and we began our charge through the field during the four-session semifinals, being the only British Pair to make the 48-pair final.

I remember the late Jeremy Flint, then correspondent, refer to us in The Times as “The Young Tigers”, and being proud as punch. Our card-play may have been less experienced, but we Tigers survived on close doubles for down one. Plus there were a few youthful liberties, such as this deal, my favourite of the whole two weeks.