It’s been just a day, and the disappointment of falling to silver is still hanging around - kind of like a medal you’d wear around your neck. It’s a short-sighted feeling, but it is there nonetheless. It’s not so much that the Boilers played poorly, or that this was more of the same. It was that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a memory fans and players would be able to cherish for the rest of their lives.
It really is hard to overstate just how cool it was to watch my university play for my country.