ON A NIGHT when Canadians had been loud and proud, Montreal in full voice to send its side off to a first men’s World Cup on these shores, things suddenly went very quiet. There were 82 minutes on the clock and out of nowhere Mason Melia was galloping into a vast green expanse. Having clawed their way to parity, Ireland looked poised to really spoil the party. Maxime Crepeau, only named as Canada’s official World Cup No.1 the day before, edged out to meet Melia and produced a brave, stunning stop.