What happened in a half-filled Chinnaswamy Stadium on Wednesday was not just the finest day in the history of Irish cricket. It was, certainly, a result and a performance better than their mythic win over a well-entertained West Indies team on a damp Sion Mills wicket in County Tyrone 42 years ago, and more complete than their upset of Pakistan in the last World Cup. But it was also a seismic event that shredded English complacency bordering on arrogance, a cricket match to warm the French cockles of Marc Lièvremont.
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