So let’s fast forward to 8pm on Saturday evening. The arena is in darkness like a rock concert, as if the likes of Bon Jovi are about to hit the stage. There is a hush in the crowd and then boom. The music cranks in, lights and dry ice fill the stadium while thousands of orange balloons are dropped from the roof. Two jet boarders set the pace, wet suits coated in neon lights as they twirl through the spotlights throwing plumes of water in their wake. Already the show is on a whole new level to the Friday performance. Now it is time for stars of the windsurfing world to shine in the spotlight. Like rock stars they are introduced one by one in front of 30,000 plus spectators. I am sure they must have felt pretty special being part of such a spectacle and probably nervous as hell considering expectations are there for them to perform. At 8.15 precisely there is a countdown as the fans are switched on, and then one by one, they roar into action, slowly whipping streaks of wind across the pool until we have a solid thirty knots. The noise of the fans is deafening when you are close but it all adds to the atmosphere as we build up towards the first action of the night.