|Getting the late night supplies|
|The apartment kitchen filled with kit boxes|
|Ready to record the piece to camera...|
|..on Ipanema Beach with Rav wielding the reflector|
|The Good Morning Britain Brazil team's mascot, Bonzo..|
|..and Rav getting down to get another shot|
|Sad Sean and his injured knee|
|Tiny TV at a news stand|
|Crowd round the bar/restaurant of our hotel|
|We only just got the kit into the estate car|
|Busy Saõ Paulo..|
|..jams all the way in to the city|
|At least there are places to pick up a gift..|
|..maybe not the highest quality..|
|..not sure who'd want them either|
The traffic being busy was a bit of a problem because we had a couple of things that we wanted to film.
As time ticked away we had to ditch one in favour of the other. So, Gi took us in the direction of one of the less affluent areas of the city where we had to quickly film some of the local kids playing a bit offootball with some England fans and being given some football shirts that had been collected by Mark Heelis.
|Filming the interview with Mark as we walk down the street|
|The kids posing for a quick pic..|
|..before getting the shirts..|
|..that they were clearly pleased to get..|
|..putting them on straight away|
|The samba band|
Next stop was a very quick snatched meal at a service station before the next bit of shooting
|It's not every day that we eat lunch..|
|..out of a dog bowl|
At the Saõ Paulo's Arena Corinthaians we did a bit of filming with some excitable and confidant Uruguay supporters.
|One eccentric fan with a replica 1930's ball and other memorabilia|
|Confident Uruguay fans|
|Sean taking a few notes on his phone|
When we went through the airport stye security at the media entrance to the stadium I was immediately confronted by two members of the Federal something or other wearing official police style badges.
I was forcefully but, politely escorted by one of them to an office in the broadcast compound where another two of these "frequency police" had a quick look at my hand held radio mic even though I had told them that we were only going to be in the stadium for alittle while and would not be using that microphone at all.
|Frequency police at work..|
|..the resulting "do not use" sticker|
|Inside the Arena Corinthians media centre|
|The "Frequency Police"going through the satellite equipment|
|Even at night the traffic is busy. View out my hotel room window|
Thursday 19th June
Rather like Rio the roads were very different at night.
When we arrived at the little house opposite the stadium our arrival was announced by the neighbour's two, snarling, baying hounds.
Surprisingly the loud row did not stir the lady that lived in the house that we were trying to get into. It took quite a few knocks on the gate before she came to let us in. Clearly she spoke no English but welcomed us in with a huge smile.
We made our way up the narrow tiled stairs to the bedroom with the small balcony that would become our live point. She followed us, indicated, using the international sign for sleep by putting her hands together as if to pray beside her cheek, that she was going off to bed and motioned that there was coffee available downstairs in the small living area. She then disappeared into another part of he small house.
We had gone there in a taxi because this morning's broadcasts would not just be with Sean. Football analyst and presenter Chris Kamara was going to be joining us.
Gi had gone to collect him from his hotel.
The position was not the best. It was quite difficult to get a clean shot of the stadium because there was a lamp post and lots of power and telephone cables strung across the shot just behind where Sean and Chris were going to stand.
|The little house behind the wall..|
|..on the corner of this street|
When I started to get things set up I was dismayed to find that I could not find one of my little lighting stands. It had not been brought in from the taxi. It had disappeared into the Saõ Paulo night and we never saw it again.
|Our little tight corner on the small balcony|
|Rav getting the scripts from London|
We had contributed to it with Sean miming to some of the lyrics. I had shot some of it on my little drone camera.
I was very pleased to see that I had the video's opening shot and quite a few throughout the video.
|Getting that opening shot..|
|..with my drone|
When I got up again I went out my room to get the lift down stairs to get some food.
Gabby Logan was already wasting for the lift. She said that she hoped that I was not in a hurry. She had been already waiting for at least ten minutes for the lift.
It had passed our floor, the 12th on its was up and down without stopping several times before I arrived and no less than four times after I got there.
When it eventually stopped and we got in a guy said, "I thought this was the 8th this time".
He had been join up and down trying to get off at the 8th floor for fifteen minutes.
It was not possible to get off at another floor and use the stairs because there was no access to the upper floors from the stair well. The stairs were purely there to be used as a fire exit.
Earlier Gabby had complained to the staff on the reception desk that the lift was broken. She was told quite politely that there was nothing wrong and the lift was working perfectly.
Strange then that there was a man wearing the uniform of the lift company, a laden tool belt and carrying a tool box coming in and out of the lifts.
The traffic was as busy as ever on the way to the stadium. Gi could not get us very close. We had to get out the car a mile or so away and do the rest of the journey with the kit by train and on foot.
|On the way to the station..|
|..Gi also putting his best foot forward|
|Getting to the station,..|
|..on to the train..|
|..to join the crowd..|
|..on the way to the stadium|
Rav settled down in the media centre to edit the footage that I had shot of Mark and the kids with the football strips.
Sean and I went out to the press tribune area to watch some of the game. We needed to leave before the end to get ready to get the interviews with the fans as they left the stadium.
|Rav edits with the game on in the background.|
|The view Sean and I had of the game|
|Uruguay come close..|
|..off the bar for England..|
|..but it's Suarez that is overjoyed at doing the damage..|
|..as are his teammates..|
|..before finally breaking his World Cup duck Rooney forces a save..|
|..Welbeck, perhaps lucky to get away with this challenge..|
|..great reaction save at the other end|
We saw the goal from Suarez that all but sank England's chances of progressing to the next round on one of the big screens that we could see from outside.
On the whole the interviews might have been a bit downbeat but polite but there were the few idiots that peppered their opinions with F and C words and liberally sprinkled with ones that began with B. They found it surprising when Sean said that they would not make air.
Also a handful of the usual sort of suspects told us what they thought of us and telling me where I could put my camera.
When the interviews were finished I went out to send the material from the ITN satellite dish. There was a bit of a wait until the ITN news came off the air and the post match press conferences had been sent back.
|Back in the media centre post match interviews,..|
|..match reports and..|
|..phone calls are made|
|An omen? Not often London is not on a world time display|
|Dinner/midnight snack/early breakfast in the little house|
|Sean and Rav go through the scripts..|
|..and then out to the balcony to get on air|
|He enjoyed being photographed..|
|..but, can't be natural though?!|
As the other passengers went through the door to the aircraft walkway we noticed that the TV screen above them had a flight number different to ours and the destination said Recife.
We asked the guy who was ripping the boarding cards if we were in the correct place.
He said that we were and our flight would leave from here later.
We thought that was strange because both our flight to Saõ Paulo and the flight to Recife that we almost boarded were due to be leaving at the same time, which was now!
We asked again about our flight, this time we were directed to Gate 17 by one guy and Gate 21 by another woman.
We could see Gate 17 a few meters away so we dashed over to another queue that was quickly getting shorter as the people filled the aircraft at that gate.
This flight was not going to Saõ Paulo either. Once more yet another guy told us that our flight would leave from the gate soon.
The girl that had told us Gate 21 shouted over that we should go to Gate 21.
Then a brief but heated argument endued as the girl and the guy screamed at each other, "Gate 17!"
"No! Gate 21!"
As this diplomatic incident was carrying on I went over to one of the screens to see that it was indeed showing Gate 21. It was also flashing red with the words "Last Call".
I called to Rav and Sean. We ran off in the direction of Gate 21 with the echoes of the argument fading behind us.
We got to the aircraft as the crew's thoughts were heading towards informing the ground staff that they should be looking for our bags to take them out of the baggage hold.
All the other passengers on the flight, including Gi who had disposed of the hire car and taken his seat in the coveted A1 position, were sitting comfortably waiting for the door to close when we made our way to the back of the plane to take our seats.
The good news was that when we got back to our Rio hotel home at around 9 pm we had the prospect of getting a full night's sleep because there is no Good Morning Britain on Saturday.
The other news was that we now knew when we would be going home. England's very slim hope of staying in the competition had gone courtesy of Costa Rica beating Italy.
The three of us were not to unhappy about the prospect of not spending longer in Brazil, not that there was any problem with Brazil. It was quite the reverse. After all the security and safety hype we had found the place to be friendly, welcoming with a great atmosphere.
It was that we were pretty much on our knees with the hours that we had been working and the lack of sleep. I was cultivating a bit of a cold, Sean was just dead beat and Rav had resorted to Red Bull.
It was great that for the first night in a while we had the prospect of a full night's sleep in front of us.
Saturday 21st June
Rio de Janeiro
|Matt tells us his story in the lobby of their hotel|
|Filming them on the Ipanema Beach|
|Sean with the inspiring Matt and partner Debbie|
|On the phones at the Belo Horizonte baggage belt|
|Rav putting up covers from our beds to reduce the reflections in the window|
|Sean going through scrips sent from London|
|Sean and Rav discuss changes to the scripts..|
|..then make final adjustments..|
|..just before we go on air|
|The only light on the stadium|
|..lighting up the background|
|Sean on a box again for these broadcasts|
|Shooting the live|
|Fans pile out of the stadium in the sun|
|Packed for another morning's broadcasting and flight|
|Sean and Rav getting to the end|
|Japanese's NHK HD outside broadcast truck|
|Our UK ITN slightly smaller set up in a hired van|
|Part of the sprawling city of Belo Horizonte from our flight to Rio|
|Colin pushing the buttons in Rio for the last time|
|Sean doing the voice over for a report before doing the final live broadcasts|
|The message we sent to GMB in London|
|Some kit I was glad never made it out of the cases|
|Part of Gi's "I am..destroyed" text to Rav|
|Everyone in Rio is watching the World Cup..|
|..including the taxi drivers, when they are driving|
|One of the cheeky monkeys on Corcovado..|
|..many of the football fans..|
|..lots on their backs to get the shot|
|Sean in a bit more of a dignified picture taking position|
|Spectacular views from the base of the statue|
|Looking over the lake to Ipanema|
|Selfie and sightseeing photos from the top of the mountain|
|The customs guy checked every bit of kit|