Mo Farah’s bravery is his greatest achievement after trafficking revelations

I’ll always be able to say I was there…August 4, 2012. Super Saturday.

Earlier that day, I had covered Dani King, Laura Trott and Jo Rowsell smashing their own world record in winning team pursuit gold in the velodrome, then that night it was Greg, Jess and Mo all grabbing glory inside London’s Olympic Stadium.

My most vivid memory is watching Farah kick, but not shake off, his nearest rivals for 10,000-metre glory. I was sure he was beaten but then he found another gear, from the sporting gods, and took gold. A mixture of adrenaline and emotion saw tears fall from my eyes.

Fast forward just shy of a decade and Mo has me crying again, not through sporting exploit but through child exploitation.

The BBC documentary, The Real Mo Farah, is unmissable and the moment that broke me was the description of a young Mo standing outside his school, clutching nothing more than a few items of clothing, not a soul in the world to call his own and begging to be saved, to be protected, to be held.

I won’t detail every moment of this programme – just watch it, but Mo Farah, as we now know, was born Hussein Abdi Kahin in Somaliland, trafficked to the UK at the age of nine, kept in servitude for years, his entire childhood ripped away from him, his young heart permanently damaged.

By 12, he would be allowed to attend school under threat but thanks to some good souls, that kid standing outside with not a thing in the world to protect him, was taken elsewhere, and to relative safety. What happened next is the sporting story that we thought we all knew but, as it turned out, we didn’t.

Like many, I have interviewed Mo Farah and he has told me the false account of his early life.

Let me make it abundantly clear, I don’t think Mo lied to me. He simply