I’m running out of superlatives. Fortunately, I have a secret stash squirrelled away should Dame Lisa Carrington carry on her barely believable Olympic run  

Note to commentators, you can’t say unbelievable, because it isn’t. It's happening right in front of your eyes.  

What Dame Lisa is doing is extraordinary. It beggars belief if you will.  

Last night's beat down of the opposition in the women's K2 500 final left me slack jawed. Along with Alicia Hoskin, they toyed with their opposition, a cat with wounded mice, batting them around the course until they grew tired with the game and slaughtered them without a thought.  

To accelerate away from the cream of the world's female K2 500 talent like molasses had seeped into their lanes was a stark demonstration of the startling ability of Lisa and Alicia. The mental application, the physical prowess, the immense inner faith was there for all to see.  

She is a generational talent. This we knew before the start of the games of the 33rd Olympiad, any lingering doubts as to the extent and dominance of her reign were put to bed last night as she, along with Alicia put on a masterclass in the restless conditions of Vaires-sur-Marne Nautical Stadium. 

We are witnessing greatness.  

What a time to be sports fan. 

What a time to be alive.