Swimming: Minutes before winning a gold medal for Ireland in the 50 metres freestyle, Maeve Phillips from Lucan, Co Dublin, is poolside warming up. "That's her there," says brother Paddy, shouting over the blaring party music that's something of a trademark of these games. Where? "There. In the bright yellow T-shirt. Doing the Macarena."
You think of asking what's wrong with pre-swim stretches, but then you remember this is the same Maeve Phillips who grabbed the microphone from RTÉ's Des Cahill at the opening ceremony of the Games so she could serenade him with The Fields Of Athenry.
This is also the same young woman who bent Ronan Keating's ear as she walked beside him in Croke Park. "She's still being a little coy about what she said to him," says Paddy. "She's not shy, Maeve," explains sister Sinéad, a little unnecessarily.
Maeve (19) looked like a winner yesterday before she even got wet. When her name was announced before the race, she jumped up and down, waving madly to the crowd as though the victory celebrations had already begun.
But there was a bit of business to finish first. How are you feeling, Dad? "Nervous," whispers Pat Phillips, who takes his daughter training. "Really nervous. I can't talk at the moment."
The Maeve Phillips fan club is large and loud and the swimmer laps it up. Neighbours, friends and family from Lucan cheer and say silent prayers that they hope will be answered.
The previous day had been disappointing. She came fourth in both her preliminaries. "But she was swimming in Division 1 then," says Pat. "Things might be different in Division 3."
The difference in the final is staggering. After a smooth start, she keeps beside the leaders and a near-perfect turn at the end of the first length sees her advance, just, to gold medal position. It's impossibly close.
The Phillips family are sweating as much from the tension of the race as the humid conditions in the spectator stand.
"Go on Maevey, keep going, keep going," yells Paddy. And she does.
She touches the wall a mere quarter of a second before the person in the next lane, shaving a second off her best-ever time. There is a brief but anxious wait before the times are displayed on the board and then a huge roar of delight when the 46.06 time is confirmed.
The family can't believe it. Mum Bríd is hiding behind her hands. Dad - "I'm over the moon" he shouts - has thrown the Irish flag over his face. Sister Sinéad sits in the stand looking shell-shocked. The four brothers, Paddy, Steve, Ronan and Ciarán, all wear grins wider than O'Connell Bridge.
"She'll put that medal on in the bath," laughs Paddy. "We will never get it off her."
Maeve wears prescription goggles, so from the other side of the pool she can't see her cheering family too well.
She runs over to the other side to fully appreciate the standing ovation. Paddy's girlfriend Niamh is crying.
"There'll be a party in Beech Park, Lucan, tonight," says a neighbour. "And Maeve is a great party girl."
On the podium, Maeve lowers her head to receive the gold medal, clenches her fists and raises them in the air. She kisses her new trophy. She doesn't want to leave.
Her coach, Mary O'Connor can't believe it. "I'm feeling very emotional. I'm proud of all 16 of our swimmers but when someone you have worked with does so well, it's wonderful," she says.
Maeve takes the microphone from the RTÉ reporter and says that yes, she expected the gold and that "it's great".
Then she is off again, hugging for Ireland, running to embrace everyone, jumping up on her Dad who deftly swings his champion through the air.
And what with all the cheers and chatter you have to go up close to hear exactly what he is saying to his youngest daughter.
"You're a star Maeve," he's saying. "You're a star."