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       This was India's year, and they earned their win in style. But this  World Cup was a spectacular success and would have been had they won the  final or not     © AFP 
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 Four years ago in the Caribbean, it was said that the ICC got the World  Cup it deserved. The 2007 tournament was a bloated, corporate, soulless  sell-out of an event, infused with a noxious blend of controversy and  apathy that turned the self-proclaimed Carnival of Cricket into a  six-week wake. In Asia in 2011, however, the ICC got the World Cup that  it needed, and that is not the same thing whatsoever. 
 By the standards set in 2007, not to mention those in South Africa in  2003 and England in 1999, the 2011 tournament was a resounding triumph.  In fact, an impromptu survey of approximately 1.2 billion people might  well conclude that it was the best World Cup of all time. Admittedly  some non-Indian observers might suggest those findings had been skewed a  touch, but try telling that to the jubilant masses who spilled out of  the Wankhede Stadium and onto Mumbai's Marine Drive on Saturday evening,  or to anyone who shared the scenes of delirium in every street of every  city, town and village of the world's second-most populous nation.  
 The funny thing is, those 1.2 billion people are almost certainly right,  but not necessarily for the reasons they might assume. Of the 10 World  Cups to have taken place since 1975, none has come close to matching the  narrative and drama of the tournament just completed - not even 1992,  which is commonly cited as the pundits' pick to date. The greatest  triumph of this edition lay not in the final outcome but in the journey  that was required to reach that crowning moment, for the excellence of  the entertainment was not simply an illusion glimpsed in the moment of  India's victory. This would have been a World Cup to savour,  irrespective of whether Gautam Gambhir and MS Dhoni had managed to turn  the tide of the final in their country's favour. 
 All of which makes 
Monday's mood-darkening decision  in Mumbai so incredibly hard to countenance. The decision to slam the  door shut on cricket's Associate nations - in particular Ireland, whose  role in the narrative was so fundamental - and revert to a ten-team  formula in 2015, makes a mockery of the spectacle we have just been  privileged to witness.  
 Ratnakar Shetty, the tournament director, admitted as much on the eve of  the opening ceremony, when he let slip that the group-stage elimination  of both India and Pakistan had torpedoed the entire event in 2007.  Every available precaution was taken to ensure against a repeat of such a  financial disaster, but when England tested the rejigged format to its  absolute limits by threatening a group-stage exit at the hands of  Ireland and Bangladesh, the doubts crept in. At the time England's  struggles appeared to vindicate the tweaks that had been made, but at  boardroom level it became clear that changing the locks alone wouldn't  be enough to guard against future intrusions. It was time to roll out  the razor wire. 
 
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 The decision has been shocking both for its timing and its finality. A  sop has been offered for 2019, but by then Associate cricket will have  been stagnant for a generation. Even George Dockrell will be in his late  twenties and in all probability an England regular - why would or  should he squander the prime of his career waiting? - while John Mooney,  Kevin O'Brien and all the other heroes of Bangalore will have long  since retired. And the fact that the ICC reached their decision a mere  two days after the tournament's conclusion suggests that there was never  a decision to be reached in the first place. It was simply a matter of  announcing the fait accompli. 
 The wider concern is the lack of concern. The public's initial reaction  has been gratifyingly furious, but if ever there was a good day for the  ICC to bury bad news, it is the Monday after India have won the World  Cup, just as the IPL hype machine is beginning to grind into action. If  enough righteous indignation is to be summoned to force the board into a  change of heart, then a sizeable proportion of the 1.2 billion are  going to have to speak out as well. But with some justification, they  are a bit preoccupied right now. 
 The tone of this article was never intended to be so downbeat. A  remarkable event took place in Mumbai on Saturday, and quite rightly,  the celebrations throughout India will resonate for weeks and months to  come. Dhoni's decisive six in the final could yet become the most  replayed shot in cricket's long history, while no one who claims to love  the game can take anything other than delight in the decisive role that  Sachin Tendulkar played in his sixth and (presumably?) farewell  campaign. Moreover, the best team in the tournament emerged with the  spoils, and while everyone loves an upset now and again, it's right that  class should prevail in the end. 
 
   
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       Kevin O'Brien's astounding century was a performance the like of which we may never again be privileged to witness     © Getty Images 
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 But regardless of all that, the World Cup's postscript is one that ought  to freeze the blood of all sports fans, irrespective of how much  they've loved or loathed the campaign that preceded it. The most common  complaint - particularly from those frequent flyers who took part in the  six-week game of subcontinental hopscotch - was that the event was at  least a fortnight too long, although that issue is one that is  stipulated by the ICC's long-standing broadcasting deal with ESPN Star  Sports, and hence a ten-team all-play-all format in 2015 will not lead  to a significant reduction of matches or days on the road. 
 What it will lead to is the loss of one of the key reasons behind the  success of 2011. Ireland's victory over England, powered by O'Brien's  astounding century, was a performance the like of which we may never  again be privileged to witness - it was so unexpected, yet so majestic,  that when the deal had been done, and Ireland really had chased 328 to  beat England, having at one stage been 111 for 5, it seemed churlish to  demean it as an upset. Not even Australia in their pomp could have won a  game with more confidence. 
 The knock-on effect was to electrify the permutations in Group B, where  Bangladesh's fluctuations created a six-way tussle for four places.  Though they wilted at the last against South Africa, their own story was  a vital subplot in itself. It started with the youthful vigour they  provided at the opening ceremony - a concept that tends to look laboured  at sporting events where there's no Olympic flame to provide a focal  point - and continued via the West Indies debacle and the subsequent  stoning of the team bus, through to their own crowning moment against  England. And all along the way, they - like the musically fuelled Sri  Lankans - kept contributing the thrill of packed stadiums, a factor that  had been so miserably absent throughout the previous World Cup.    
 But in the end the whole narrative reverts back to India, and quite  rightly so, because this was their year, and they earned it the hard  way, soaking up the pressures and the doubts, as well as 28 years of  World Cup failure. That they won the final in such style was  magnificent, but their journey to that Sri Lanka showdown was every bit  as gripping. Along the way they faced up to each of their major rivals,  and there was not a dull contest among them. England battled to a tie,  South Africa secured a thrilling run-chase, before Australia were  dethroned and Pakistan denied in consecutive knock-out encounters.  
 And then the party that kicked off on Saturday night was something to  behold. If the purpose of sport is to fulfill a utilitarian brief of  conferring the greatest pleasure for the greatest number, then the 2011  World Cup hit the spot like no other event in history. Sadly, however,  there is so much more to it than that. Any sports fan with a moral  compass, even one whose every wish has been granted this past week, will  recognise that the tournament's true conclusion was signed and sealed  not in the Wankhede Stadium, but in a Mumbai board-room, two days after  the main event.