Weekend of football

Oh boy, what a most awesome weekend ahead.

Tonight, as I write this post I am watching the Adelaide v Melbourne game in the A-League (I only cheer for Harry Kewell tho). Tomorrow morning I head to the beach for 5 hours of lifesaving patrol, before watching Brisbane take on Sydney in the soccer again.

Sunday we have the Trans-Tasman test (Australia v New Zealand) in the Rugby League before the same two nations go head-to-head again in the Rugby Union World Cup semi final. Important bragging rights there! Those two games will be viewed in amongst a BBQ at C’s house with friends.

So yes, it’s definitely the weekend of football!! I guess I will need to get my rest when I can; I’ve got lots of cheering to do! Go Harry/Brisbane/Australia/Australia!!!

Another world cup over

And that’s that for 2010! Spain is victorious, my socceroos didn’t make it to the final 16, and amazingly, NZ remains the only team undefeated during the competition. Wow!

This is the first world cup that I’ve truly paid attention to throughout the whole thing. It’s the first world cup since I truly became fascinated with soccer. I stayed up for the 2006 Socceroos matches, but no one else I really cared about. This year, I had a wall chart up in my office and kept it up to date with the latest results. I stayed up late or got up early to watch games of interest, and after the socceroos went down I adopted Germany as the team I was supporting. They managed to take out 3rd spot, so congratulations to them.

The A-League hasn’t resumed yet, and now the world cup is over. While I’m relishing the ability to sleep a whole night without getting up at stupid o-clock, I’m definitely feeling withdrawls. Thank god I’m going to watch Brisbane Roar v Everton this weekend…I need a round ball fix. Make of that as you will….

The best Harry Kewell quote I’ve read in a while

If you’re following the Socceroos in the world cup (which they’re now out, boo) you will be aware they got two controversial red cards during their campaign. One of those on the receiving end was my favourite player, Harry Kewell. He had battled himself mentally and physically to ensure he was fit to play at the cup. He had overcome negativity in the press, non-believers, and general assholes. Then to come on the field, and get a red card over a questionable handball was just cruel. I sat on the couch at home, looking at the tv in horror, completely speechless as he left the field. I felt his pain, I was gutted for him.

There’s a blog I follow, Giraffes and Kangaroos. It’s sports journalist Matthew Hall’s personal blog of his time spent in South Africa as he covers the World Cup. He covers everything, from interviews with players right through to random sights he sees around the country as he makes his way to each stadium. You could say it’s the unseen side of the world cup, the part that us viewers at home don’t get to see.

Today his quote blew me away.

I felt like getting the ball and booting it over the stand. Getting my boots, throwing it at him (the referee), just sitting in the middle of the park and not moving. Throwing all my toys out of the cot and saying ‘I’m not moving’ “.

- Harry Kewell (Source: Giraffes and Kangaroos)

In my opinion, it is a brilliant quote. I am so grateful that Matthew Hall allows us to see the deeper sides of the players, instead of just sharing biased and rude opinion pieces (don’t get me started on Michael Cockerill again). Matthew’s beyond that.

To Harry, I would say tough luck champ. I think you were hard done by. Despite what the media say, despite all the negativity you hear, there is a lot of us back in Australia that still think you’re great. We look forward to seeing you next in the green and gold, and hope you’re still around for our next campaign. Bring on 2014!

Photo of the day

166/365 - Streaming finally working

Not sure if screenshots are cheating or not, but I FINALLY got the world cup streaming on a mobile phone. Note I say “a” mobile phone, not “my” mobile phone. It still doesn’t work on my iPhone 3GS, but it works fine on Mat’s iPhone 3G. Oh well, at least now I can finally watch world cup matches from my bed!

Why I love soccer (football)

Rewind about 5 years ago and I wasn’t a soccer fan. I followed the paths of most Aussies; it was all about NRL or AFL, swimming, tennis or netball (which I loved because I was an active player myself). I perceived soccer as a boring 90min game where it was a good game if someone scored. When someone did eventually get a goal, I thought it was exciting for all of about 30 seconds while the players celebrated. Then I got bored again.

My sister did the best she could to convince me. She tried to tell me it was a game of passion, and about the struggle to get a goal. She told me of the ultimate elation when they finally did break through and found the back of the net. Still, I didn’t understand.

Then she took me to my first live game, a socceroos match in 2005 at Suncorp Stadium in Brisbane. I was exposed to the crowds and the electricity in the air as we watched the ball going back and forth on the field. I became hooked.

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