In what was a brilliant game of rugby, it turned out that the classiest performances of the day in Chicago came after the final whistle.
Ireland, after 111 years of trying, finally beat the All Blacks and yet their reaction in victory was dignified, appropriate and infectious.
They won with outstanding good grace - somehow resisting the urge to over-congratulate themselves, yet also finding a kind of charming euphoria at the same time.
The All Blacks couldn't match them on the field, but they were their equal off it. Their pain would have been extreme. They have become used to winning and had their sights set on extending their record of consecutive victories and posting another perfect season.
But they were outplayed. They were out-thought. And they were second best on a day they so desperately wanted to show the United States what they were all about. Yet they had nothing but praise for Ireland and brutal honesty about themselves.