So that's it then, at least from an England point of view. The England rugby team arrived home yesterday on a flight from Auckland, and so too did I, which meant seeing and conversing with plenty of the guys in the lounge in Auckland and also in transit in Los Angeles.
None of us quite expected to be home this soon, with still eleven days of the Rugby World Cup to go. It may get a little messy now with reviews and post-mortems following a world cup campaign in which little went right, either on or off the field.
We had dwarfgate and ballgate, citings and mouthguard issues, drinking, issues with hotel employers and badly-timed dips in Auckland harbour, and we had a poor display against Argentina, against Georgia, against Scotland and against France, with only really a decent performance against a weakened Romania to write home about.
It is all a dreadful shame because, although undoubtedly some of the players let themselves and their teammates down, the majority of them are decent people with a great sporting talent who, privately, are aggrieved by the antics of some of their colleagues.
So what now? Whilst Wales are 80 minutes away from a World Cup final - and they have an excellent chance of making it against France too - the recrininations begin back in England.
For some players their great international careers are likely to be over. The same may be true for some of the coaches, too. Sport is brutal like that.
In the lounge at Auckland all the TV screens were showing a repeat of England's quarter-final defeat to France. It is fair to say the players could not get on to the plane fast enough.
