But the air was warm, the pitch was pristine and the banners were witty. And according to estimates, the match is expected to have generated as much as j5m for the local economy. Perhaps it wasn't so bad.
Still, Munster rugby and its shining city
on the Thomondgate hill have been built on a sense of excitement and rapture. Perhaps we have grown to used to the sight of Denis Leamy dislocating men's faces under the roar of the East Stand.
Very little by the way of exhilaration was seen beyond Hassett's Cross on Wednesday evening, and the night was drained because of it. Three-nil to the Antipodeans and not a wild bushman in sight. It was a bit of an anticlimax.
But there was still crowds and noise and colour, of course. This is the national team, after all, and had Limerick failed in its patriotic duty to support them the angry ghosts of de Valera and Archbishop Byrne themselves would have appeared, wielding copies of Bunreacht na hÉireann like batons.
Mayor Kevin Kiely was introduced to Irish and Australian players via a red carpet beforehand, a moment he described as "overwhelming".
"It was a great moment for myself and for the office of the Mayor of Limerick. I wouldn't take any notice of this result. Limerick was the real winner last night."
There had been a note of controversy in the run-up the match with a number of local voices disgruntled to see that the Tricolour had been flying slightly lower than the FAI's own flag, among others, over the old gate.
Thankfully, a potential insurrection was avoided when the issue was corrected before the national anthems were delivered with typical gusto by the Munster choir.
Once the swells of fanfare had peaked and the Spanish referee had blown his whistle, the struggle began. Ireland's performance was stoic at best.
Were the Irish team a mime on a Parisian stage, Oscar Wilde would have called him a dullard.
Australia were all intent and industry, passing and moving with ease. Then, twice within six minutes before half time, Tim Cahill scythed through the Irish defence to put the tie to bed. Giovanni Trapattoni, the Ireland manager, seemed flustered by it all.
