A SIDEWAYS GLANCE AT THE WEEK

THE Eagle has landed back in Bromley and now it’s time for the serious stuff. For the past week, Emma Raducanu has been given a taste of her new normal. But let’s be frank: it’s all been a bit tame, hasn’t it? A stadium singalong to Sweet Caroline, a midnight feast with Tim Henman, a night at the Met Gala alongside Lewis Hamilton and his trousers — surrounded, as one social media stylist pointed out, by the fabric from your nan’s curtains. Hardly celebrations fit for a queen. Shame because there can’t be many better cities in which to toast glory than New York. Except, of course, at 18,

Raducanu is still far too young to drink Stateside. No such problems now she’s back home. So it’s high time she properly enjoyed the fruits of her labour. Fortunately some heroes of old have laid a path to follow.

Andy Murray celebrated his own US Open triumph in 2012 by drinking enough champagne that he brushed his teeth with face cream. England’s cricketers toasted their 2005 Ashes win with an open-top bus parade before Freddie Flintoff stumbled into Downing Street to conduct his own Cabinet meetings — eyes glazed, feet on the table. Two years earlier, England’s World Cup-winning rugby team visited Buckingham Palace and Lewis Moody’s attempts to relieve himself into a champagne bottle ended with wet trousers. That attracted the corgis’ attention so, according to Neil Back, the Queen gave a helpful tip: ‘Kick his balls.’ Moody booted the dog; Her Majesty meant kick a ball for them to chase. Over to you, Emma.