The best moment of the night happened right under my nose. I was just right there, witnessing the turn that sealed the gold and getting splashed by it.
The anticipation leading up to the start of the race was nerve racking. I had queued four hours to ensure I got a good spot in the Olympic Aquatics Stadium.
As Joseph Schooling was in the final with a chance of winning a medal, the photo manager allowed me to be in a pool position, which is considered an exclusive area usually reserved for wire agencies and big publications. Prior to the final, I was always situated along the length of the pool.
As the finalists dived in, there I was staring down the lane at the 50m mark of Lane 4, with my big telephoto lens and camera. I wanted to get the intensity of Schooling as he headed towards me straight on.
Everything happened within seconds. I don't even remember breathing, just trying to steady my hands as I timed the shots when he surfaced from the water.
As he led the pack, hit the wall and turned, I was near enough to feel the water splash.
It was a race that carried the hopes of a nation. When he touched the wall first on the other side, the stadium erupted. History had been written and I got the honour of capturing and feeling a small part of it.