England 6 Jamaica 0
It was a hot, sunny afternoon, it was a meaningless mismatch and it was Jamaica . . . why was it ever going to be anything other than a cricket score?
Sure enough, Jamaica were hit for six, Peter Crouch bagged a hat-trick and SvenGoran Eriksson completed his final game as England manager in these shores by being given the sort of rapturous farewell previously only accorded the likes of Sir Don Bradman.
It was party time! And who needs Rooney, when you've got a born entertainer like 'Rodney'.
Yet, for all the happy, smiling faces that left the Theatre of Dreams dreaming about success in Germany, this was still a game that will be best be remembered for one thing.
No, not Crouch's hat-trick. And no, not the former Aston Villa striker's ridiculous robot dance. Although that does seriously need addressing, lest he turns this nation into a laughing stock over the next month.
Let's face it, when you're six feet seven, the tallest player ever to turn out for your country, you've got shoulders that make you look like a walking coat hanger and legs like pogo sticks, the last thing you really need to do is to draw attention to yourself.
No, it wasn't his goals or his dance-steps that caught the eye on Saturday.
The moment that got Old Trafford talking was the brief clip of pure footballing comedy that saw Crouch threaten to halt the nation's growing affection for him in its tracks.
The way he took his late penalty, a rare chance for an important piece of spot-kick taking practice in front of 70,000 fans, and for his hat-trick too, was so shocking the stadium did not know whether to laugh or cry.
And it brought a rare rebuke from Eriksson, who normally gives the impression that he would rather share a limo with Nancy, Ulrika and a hand-picked team of Fleet Street's sharpest literary assassins than publicly criticise one of his players.
Admittedly, Crouch did atone for his spot of madness by latching on to Michael Owen's neat assist to actually complete that first England hat-trick just minutes later. And what a place for him to do it too, on the ground where he was booed when he first wore his country's colours last season.
But, other than it was on a ground that Dwight Yorke had once graced and Crouch is bound for a battle of two former Villa strikers in Nuremberg with the Calypso Kid next Thursday night, what in God's name possessed him to try one of Yorke's trademark cheeky chipped penalties?
Instead of making the Jamaican keeper look stupid, it was Crouch who was left realising he's a better dancer than he is a penalty-taker as the ball disappeared over the bar into the Stretford End.
Suffice to say, as even the great Thierry Henry has discovered before him, it's a trick best left to Dwight himself. And let's just hope we have no cause to see either Crouch or Yorke attempting to repeat it again in ten days' time.
Crouch's comedy routine apart, it was a successful afternoon for Crouch and Owen together as they showed enough of an understanding to hint at Wonderful Wayne not being too badly missed after all this summer.
Roused by their raucous, colourful army of yellow-shirted fans and clearly inspired by one of the bounciest, but longest national anthems of all time, Jamaica made a spirited start. But it took just 11 minutes for Crouch and Owen to combine to good effect and knock the stuffing out of a team more Ragball Rovers than Reggae Boyz.
Straight from keeper Paul Robinson's punt, Crouch knocked down, Owen chested, then flicked it over his shoulder and Frank Lampard arrived on cue to ram home on the half volley from ten yards.
Just six minutes later it was 2-0. Captain David Beckham's wicked left-wing free-kick was curled in aimed at a crowd of players including Chelsea captain John Terry at the near post.
Terry duly stuck up his hand when the ball went in, but only as an after-thought to shamelessly claim the goal. And it took an eagle-eyed camera to pick out that it was in fact his marker Jermaine Taylor who had got the unwanted final touch.
Maybe it was embarrassment at being announced as the scorer by the stadium announcer but an uncharacteristic error by Terry at the other end then let in Jason Euell, only for the Charlton Athletic striker's well-struck first time shot to be well saved by Robinson, before Jamie Carragher tidied up.
It took two goals in three minutes around the half-hour mark to settle any doubt about the result.
Crouch escaped his marker to meet Beckham's corner, the more generous pundits suggesting that the ball may well have curled in anyway had it not struck Daley on the way in.
But there was no doubt about the fourth.
Set free by Rio Ferdinand, the excellent Owen produced one of his coolest-ever finishes, pushing the ball one side of flat-footed keeper Donovan Ricketts before going round the other side to slot in his 36th goal for England.
At that point, England declared. And, in keeping with all Sven's other friendlies as England boss, from that moment on, there were to be more substitutions than goals.
Former Villa man, David James, had already arrived as a half-time substitute and then Terry was allowed to leave the field as a precaution with a tight hamstring, followed soon after by Ashley Cole with a slight thigh scare. Aaron Lennon, Michael Carrick and Stewart Dowing all entered the fray.
Oh yes, and there were two more goals to admire too.
Carragher crossed for his lanky Liverpool colleague Crouch to tap in the fifth.
Then, after Owen had been fouled, came the floor-opening horror of that penalty miss.
But Crouch did at least have the last word when Owen superbly laid off Wayne Bridge's ball into his path and the beanpole striker drilled his right-footer into the corner to complete his first international treble. Even if the red-shirted Liverpool man's earlier miss from the spot denied him the opportunity to have taken part in two 7-0 wins in little over two months, Blues fans take note!
Jamaica did at least have the final word when Garfield Reid's left-foot fizzer forced Robinson into a last-minute save. But, from the resulting corner, he reverted to more familiar style by doing a Crouch and sticking it in the crowd. They went home happy, but hopefully aware that this was nothing like what can be expected in Germany.