The cheers come as the sound of happy soles running upon a sun-warmed pier.
Cheers rise into the air as the greatest of celebratory firework explosions.
The cheers warm the air as much as any sun ever could and rise around us as bubbles in invisible champagne.
The cheers rise around the stadium as if our hearts have learned how to fly together.
When the victory came the cheers would have taken the roof off any building large or small - some emotions need their freedom.
Cheers are a way we love together, unified in that roar of raw emotion.
Fill the tankard and raise the cup, let the mead flow free and sweet, for upon this day we are victors.