West Indies were men on a mission going into the World T20 final - a maverick outfit of mighty names, united in fury after being disparaged as mercenaries by their board, and going about their campaign as if it was an Ocean's 11 heist. Up against them, Eoin Morgan's England were more akin to a team of backpackers - wide-eyed but eager, immersing themselves in the India experience, and learning the T20 culture on the hoof.
They had been taught a savage lesson in their very first game of the tournament. Chris Gayle's 48-ball 100 featured 11 fearsome sixes, a statistic that cut right to the heart of the macho methods that, in Sri Lanka four years earlier, had earned West Indies their maiden World T20 crown.
And so, in the final, Morgan played a masterstroke. For the second over of the run chase, he tossed the ball to the impish part-timer Joe Root. Gayle and Johnson Charles had their egos played like banjos, and at 5 for 2 in the second over, the game was officially afoot.
But even as England wriggled and manoeuvred to maintain their control of the contest, that nagging threat still thrummed in the background. The Pain Train could pull into the station at any moment, even when - as it transpired - West Indies had been left needing 19 to win in the final over of the tournament.
Enter Ben Stokes, one of nature's hotheads - a trait that, in hindsight, perhaps wasn't the need of England's hour, given that all they had to do was keep their cool. His first delivery, to Carlos Brathwaite, was smoked over deep fine leg to reduce the requirement to 13 from five, and ignite a fervour in the stands that matched the tumult between Stokes' ears.
Stokes returned to the top of his mark, breathing deeply, channelling his thoughts. But his second delivery was no better - an attempted yorker, swinging meekly into the toes and swung lustily over long-on to shatter England's resolve. By now Stokes was glowing solar red - his emotions blending with the distinctive colour of England's kit - and though the requirement was still close to two runs a ball, there were few doubts about where this contest was headed.
Still, in charged Stokes once again, and out came that striding front foot and another bludgeoning swing, over the covers this time as the length was nailed and West Indies' dugout prepared their celebrations. There was no need for Brathwaite to finish the match in style, but he could hardly have concluded it any other way - pinging his fourth six in a row, this time over midwicket, before flinging back his arms in triumph.
"Remember the name!"
Andrew Miller is UK editor of ESPNcricinfo @miller_cricket