"It's at times like these I really, really hate being an Englishman," a fellow journalist to my right exclaimed.

Six deliveries later, Stuart Broad had misfielded off his own bowling a couple of times, fluffed a run-out and tossed the overthrow that handed the Netherlands a shock win.

As much as Holland stole the show at Lord's on Friday, it was Broad and the rest of his embarrassed team-mates' incompetence that saved a World Twenty20 opener seemingly destined for a damp squib hours prior.

With questions over the validity of pitting the hosts against the minnows rather than fellow Group B competitors Pakistan in the first game looming large, Jeroen Smits' valiant charges effectively did the tournament organisers a favour by pulling off an upset victory, thus deflecting the substandard nature of an England-Holland clash raising the curtain on a world-class event.

The Dutch team - a large contingent of them without contract and on unpaid leave to be at the tournament - thoroughly deserved their victory, and always in favour of anyone that beats the Brits or Aussies, I enjoyed a hefty smirk as English pundits vast and varied shared a collective tear in their hallowed Lord's press box seconds after Broad's duff.

Aside from the batting ranks' inability to capitalise on the groundwork done by Ravi Bopara and Luke Wright and their abject fielding performance, query needs to be put to team management as to why Adil Rashid got a game ahead of Graeme Swann and how Rob Key cracked the nod ahead of Dimitri Mascarenhas. Whether it was captain Paul Collingwood's choice or that of coach Andy Flower to go with the fringe players ahead of the recognised stars, the move reeked of underestimating the opposition and the ultimate price was duly paid.

Skipper Smits - known for his outspoken views on the ECB's failure to allow the Dutch to compete in the Friends Provident Trophy and other related county competitions - on Thursday hoped that his team would "show them a thing or two about winning".

Well, that has indeed come to fruition and now it's just left for Pakistan to finish off the English and the Super Eight stage will welcome an unexpected guest.

Meanwhile, as purists rolled in their graves and turned in their seats, the Home of Cricket did superbly well in embracing the T20 showpiece on Friday. While the brash, effusive sounds of The Prodigy and Eminem drowned out the screaming silence and severe lack of atmosphere in the press box and the dear cheerleaders did well enough to feign interest in their cheesy choreography, off-field proceedings by and large succeeded in living up to the apparent precedent set by the glitzy Indian Premier League recently.

Now let's just hope Mum Nature and her oft-sodden mood play the game and allow for more of the theatrical same for the duration.