While the Olympics are definitely more about marvelling at staggering feats of human athletic achievement than they are about ogling Lycra-clad ladies' bumcheeks, just occaaasionally, it is okay to sit through an entire event with your tongue hanging out and lusty drool collecting in your lap.

And it was a good litre-and-a-half of saliva that soaked into FHM's groin last night as we watched Great Britain versus the Netherlands in the women's field hockey heats last night (thankfully, both teams made it through to the semis).

Now, obviously, we want Team GB to eventually take the gold in the event - but if we do have to be knocked down to silver by another nation, it may as well be a nation with a super-hot national team with fit supporters who turn up to games in mad orange togas.

Hoera voor Nederland!