I travelled home from Las Vegas on the same Virgin Atlantic Plane as hero Joe Calzaghe.
Imagine my relief when he turned up at the airport in Vegas - it meant the plane couldn't possibly crash now!
Joe was roared on board by hundreds of Welsh fans as he made his way through the crowd with his girlfriend Jo-Emma, dad Enzo and two boys Conor and Joe.
He sat in first class - obviously - and as we came in to land at Gatwick, the captain made a special announcement congratulating our man, which was greeted with yet another round of applause.
Then going through customs he was mobbed by media, trying to get a piece of the action when they hadn't bothered going to Vegas themselves - typical!
One BBC Wales reporter asked Joe if there was "any chance of doing something back in Newbridge?"
I know what I would have said to him after a 10-hour flight and a billion press interviews already done.
Fortunately there was one crowning glory left for me personally - and I know you'll all be so pleased for me.
As I wheeled my case through arrivals I made a point of catching Joe's eye. Having, like all my media colleagues, been so impressed with his willingness to co-operate all week under the most extreme pressure, I just wanted to say a quick thanks and well done. I had no intention of asking him for yet another interview.
I managed to do just that.
"Hey Delme, thanks," said Joe.
Now that's what I call a legend.
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