The inquest into Europe's Ryder Cup defence has predictably descended into criticism, and in some cases outright abuse, of Europe's universally-loathed captain Nick Faldo.
I can't help feeling that many members of the press and public are revelling in the opportunity to finally bury a man they always disliked but were obliged to grudgingly praise over the course of his hugely successful playing career.
But while Faldo was undoubtedly guilty of making crucial mistakes, the bigger question is how Europe's best-ever team on paper managed to be so outplayed by a markedly inferior American side? How did a squad boasting the champion of the last two majors and runners-up at the last three, fall to a team without a winner in the last 11 majors?
The answer lies in the question. The relentless pursuit of individual success seems to have diminished the Europeans' hunger for team battle. How else do you explain the fact that Padraig Harrington, Sergio Garcia and Lee Westwood failed to win a single match between them? In transforming themselves into steely competitors, capable of mixing it with the likes of Tiger Woods on the final day of a major, Europe's top players have given up some of their zeal for collective success.
Watching Garcia on the final day was a depressing sight. His body language spoke of someone who wanted to be anywhere but on the course, battling it out with America's new prodigy Anthony Kim. Gone was the boisterous enthusiasm of a man who had been virtually unbeatable at the last four Ryder cups, and in its place was a shy, nervy figure, a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Westwood, another player with a formidable record coming into the event, also looked a shadow of his former self. His foolish decision to criticise Boo Weekley for inciting the crowd only served to make him public enemy No.1 with the Vahalla masses and the Englishman cut a curiously withdrawn figure all week as the heckling clearly got to him.
So, while Europe's top stars all seemed to be suffering from the affliction that has affected Woods at past Ryder Cups, Paul Azinger's masterstroke was to outplay the opposition at its own game.
In filling his team with characters like Weekley, JB Holmes and Kim, and giving them clear instructions to gee up the crowd and feed off their enthusiasm, Azinger created a team that were greater than the sum of their parts.
Suddenly journeymen pros like Kenny Perry and Chad Campbell were playing the golf of their lives, peppering pins and gobbling up birdies as if they were cheeseburgers at their local diner. Deprived of the intimidating presence of Woods, the Americans played with a buoyancy entirely absent from their flat performances of recent years, where their staid body language had been in stark contrast to the exuberance of the Europeans.
Almost to a man, they produced golf from the Gods, surging into a lead on day one, withstanding a powerful European rally on Saturday and storming their opponents into submission in the Sunday singles.
And so while the Faldo-bashing looks set to continue for a good few days yet, we're left to wonder whether in fact our finest golfers may have fallen into the same trap as the greatest golfer of them all. By turning themselves into genuine contenders for the sport's biggest individual prizes, they've forgotten that there's no 'I' in Team.