Will Greenwood, the England centre, once celebrated a match-winning conversion by Matt Dawson by crediting the scrum-half with “balls as big as a house”. When Flatley landed his two killer penalties, he was in Versailles Palace territory.Totally dominant at the sharp end, England had repaired the damage caused by Tuqiri by earning Wilkinson three kickable penalties and then manufacturing a sucker-punch try for Jason Robinson, who took advantage of an intelligent run from Dallaglio off a scruffy line-out to slide in at the left corner before the interval. Flatley, on the other hand, stayed for the duration and produced as nerveless a kicking performance as any witnessed in a World Cup final. He also created the opening try for Lote Tuqiri, the best of Australia’s cross-coders, by hanging an exquisite kick over the left flag after seven minutes.Damagingly for the Wallabies, Larkham required repeated attention to a nasty gash running from mouth to chin – somehow, his face came into contact with the boot of Ben Cohen – and spent a total of 24 minutes off the field.

Larkham and Flatley, in particular, were devastated.By any intelligent assessment of their respective merits in managing the game from the outside-half position, Larkham did a number on Wilkinson. He did not flow through the English defence like water through rocks, as he had against the All Black tacklers the previous weekend, but he created a silk purse from the sow’s ear of a beaten pack with another subtle demonstration of the art of passing a rugby ball. Those Wallabies who had resisted most manfully – George Smith and George Gregan, the supremely inventive Stephen Larkham and the rugged Flatley – knew then that their moment had passed, that the Webb Ellis Cup would be leaving their shores on a flight bound for Heathrow. “We’d called the long restart assuming they’d go for touch,” he said. “Once we’d rumbled the ball upfield, who else would you want to see standing behind you, waiting to drop a goal to win a trophy?”Wilkinson, equally adept with either foot, planted himself on his left leg and swung his right smoothly through the arc, hitting the sweet-spot with a minimum of fuss and bother.

With seconds left on the clock, why give us a line-out within drop-goal range?” Johnson, shrewd as you like when rugby is reduced to its basic components of possession, position and pressure, was not surprised, for he could see the panic in Wallaby eyes – a panic born of desperation to get to the end of extra time on level terms and trust to luck in a sudden-death scenario. Elton Flatley’s second match-saving penalty goal at the fag-end of extra time had just squared the argument at 17-all when Wilkinson restarted with a long drop into the Australian 22. Rogers had two options: either to run the ball out or return it from whence it came by banging it straight down the middle of the park. Instead, he went for a short touch-finder, thereby presenting England with the attacking platform they craved.”That,” admitted Woodward’s second-in-command, Andy Robinson, who boasts an unblemished record of success in finals as both player and coach, “was a surprise to most of us I still can’t understand why he did it. The holders were close to bridging this chasm, but without an Eales or a Horan to guide them, they finished 20 seconds short.As ever on the really intense occasion, the least learned of the combatants were exposed in the full glare of their ignorance. Al Baxter, the new Wallaby tight-head prop, was comprehensively dismantled by the aggressive Trevor Woodman – “ripped up for arse-paper”, as one of the England players colourfully put it – and would have been in even deeper trouble at the set-piece but for some scandalously one-sided refereeing by Andre Watson, aided and abetted by the determinedly anti-scrummaging official from New Zealand, Paul Honiss. David Lyons, a mere boy in back-row terms, was substituted early after taking the brunt of Lawrence Dallaglio’s fully developed sense of destiny.And then there were the rugby league converts, Wendell Sailor and Mat Rogers.

Sailor made a hash of things from first minute to last – or at least, from first minute to the 73rd, when the Wallaby management spared him further humiliation – while Rogers made a hash of things at the death, which was just about the worst time he could have chosen. It was a complete vindication of Woodward’s “one game at a time” philosophy, which demanded the sacrifice of bold experimentation on the altar of pragmatic immediacy.Consider these facts, in light of the drama that unfolded The Wallaby pack had an average age of 26. England’s average age? Very nearly 30 – almost an entire World Cup cycle further down the road More striking still was the disparity in the cap-count. The Australian forwards had 167 international appearances between them, compared to their opponents’ 375. Throw Jason Leonard off the bench and into the red-rose equation, and the challengers were armed with an infantry so battle-hardened and lavishly decorated that they might have taken the field straight from the pages of Herodotus. Yet for all their technical superiority at close quarters, for all the weaponry concealed within the leather of Wilkinson’s footwear, for all the operational brilliance of their defensive system – in spite of all these advantages, they won because they knew more about winning. There haven’t been many of them – five, I think – and they were painful, but we took on board lessons about match preparation and reaction to pressure, about how not to lose, and never forgot them.” These were the initial thoughts of Neil Back, the squint-eyed little obsessive from Leicester who stood shoulder to shoulder – or rather, shoulder to midriff – with the mighty Johnson through thick and thin.