Lots, lots of memories. Particularly the Olympic flame and then the magic of the village. My country’s national anthem with the flag being raised in front of me. Those were fantastic, unforgettable moments. Oh, the magic of the Games is all the athletes being together. It’s a big family. You wish it would last for more than two weeks. Unfortunately, the Olympic Games are too short. It was around 3 or 4 in the morning. Once I was alone in my room with that gold medal, that’s when the emotions, the pressure, the stress started to hit me and the tears ran down my face. It wasn’t just after winning, as everything happens very quickly: the anti-doping tests, the media ceremonies, the flowers… It was really in the evening, once I was alone in my bed, face to face with myself, that I realised what I’d achieved. On the podium, it was the French national anthem with the flag being raised in front of me; seeing my friends and all the other biathletes looking at me and applauding. That was powerful. That was the Olympic spirit. It’s the high point. For a sports person, winning a gold medal in the Olympic Games is like getting the Holy Grail, reaching the top level of the sport, the target, what makes us shine, what makes us go and train when the weather’s bad, when it’s snowing, when you’re cold. It’s the little thing that motivates you to go and train. It’s Olympism.