A quite unbelievable 48 hours in the cricket World Cup.
Firstly, the tragic news of Bob Woolmer's untimely death. No sooner had the News of the World shed light on Andrew Flintoff's drinking spree than the wires were reporting that Woolmer had been rushed to hospital. Following his death, it was ultimately ironic that Pakistan's defeat to Ireland was the Englishman's last. He was after all a huge advocate of the ICC's associated countries.
The previous day saw two of the World Cup's biggest upsets. India, one-day cricket's super power, were overcome by Bangladesh's all-round efforts, while delirious Irish support saw the minnows triumph over Pakistan. Sensational stuff. And catching the games on TV, and on the island hosting the tournament, kick-started the excitement of the World Cup in my opinion.
The previous night, Flintoff and Co ventured down to Gros Islet in St Lucia for their soon-to-be published night out. 36 hours before an important match against Canada, the players (and staff) were clearly sucked into the Caribbean vibe as they sampled the unique jump-up street parties.
It pales into significance, however, with Woolmer's death.