Anybody else see the chap who stopped to help someone over the line about 50 metres from the finish? Must have been around 3:54 on the clock. I was so focused on my own finish it barely registered at the time, but the following day, on the train back to London, the memory came flooding back and I started sobbing uncontrollably, much to the bemusement of my fellow passengers. What a wonderful act of human kindness to throw his own race to help a fellow runner. I felt a complete sh*t; it never crossed my mind to stop and help. The crowd erupted into a wave of cheering and clapping. A true hero!