I watched it, though I couldn't - and still can't - believe it.
Two astonishing results in a row - Bangladesh easing past mighty India just an hour or so before the Irish ensured a party the like of which event the fine people of the Carribean have not encountered. Pakistan are out, by virtue of being behind Ireland and the Windies in the table, without a win, and having lost to those two teams. The best they can hope for is third place and a comfortable flight home. The site of Bob Woolmer slamming his silver
Visio laptop into his rucksack at the end told a long and doubtless painful story.
It was almost even better; but for a last second, TV Ref-decided try Ireland would have added the Six Nations Championship. But as I said to my son's friend, Pat - celebrating his 18th birthday today of all days with a name like that - as we supped Guinness amongst the rugby and cricket shirts in the
Elephant and Castle, there's only so wild a nation can go at one time.
Beggoragh.
But Andy - what were all those Glazer look-a-likes doing in the crowd
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