C'MON AUSSIE! C'MON!
Not many sporting events can generate as much excitement or inflame old rivalries like the World Cup. I flew into Frankfurt to catch the first game and I can’t wait to go back.
Australia v Japan – Fritz Walter Stadion in Kaiserslautern
Proud. 1 min. I’m running late and am still climbing the stairs into the stadium as the Aussie national anthem begins to play and the roar from ten thousand Aussies washes over me. I start to run.
Hope. 10 min. The Aussie crowd is in full song, singing Aussie words to English tunes. The Japanese are a dark blue ocean threatening to swallow up pockets of gold. Viduka is holding up the ball masterfully.
Injustice. 26 min 1-0. An early goal to the Japanese has stunned us. Shwaurzer weakly flaps at the ball as he is hammered by the opposition and the goal is given. Japanese joy is instantaneous. Kewell looks unfit and out of form.
Despair. 75 min. Players stumble around the field like drunken sailors, wilting under the hot sun. The minutes slowly tick by as we sit hoping for what seems impossible an equalising goal but someone must be listening to our prayers.
Relief. 84 min 1-1. It could have been God or perhaps Guus is a chubby little angel but one substitution changes everything. Cahill galvanises the team and the scrambled goal when it comes sparks us into joyous celebration. Both teams know that only victory will do and the game sputters back into life.
Disbelief. 89 min 2-1. The ball ricochets off one post into the other and into goal and incredibly we have the lead. Arms raised Cahill wheels away from goal.
Pure unadulterated jubilation. 90 + 3 min 3-1. The boys and I hug as we jump around like mad men for the third and final time as Aloisi slots it past the keeper. Japan is beaten.
Australia v Japan – Fritz Walter Stadion in Kaiserslautern
Proud. 1 min. I’m running late and am still climbing the stairs into the stadium as the Aussie national anthem begins to play and the roar from ten thousand Aussies washes over me. I start to run.
Hope. 10 min. The Aussie crowd is in full song, singing Aussie words to English tunes. The Japanese are a dark blue ocean threatening to swallow up pockets of gold. Viduka is holding up the ball masterfully.
Injustice. 26 min 1-0. An early goal to the Japanese has stunned us. Shwaurzer weakly flaps at the ball as he is hammered by the opposition and the goal is given. Japanese joy is instantaneous. Kewell looks unfit and out of form.
Despair. 75 min. Players stumble around the field like drunken sailors, wilting under the hot sun. The minutes slowly tick by as we sit hoping for what seems impossible an equalising goal but someone must be listening to our prayers.
Relief. 84 min 1-1. It could have been God or perhaps Guus is a chubby little angel but one substitution changes everything. Cahill galvanises the team and the scrambled goal when it comes sparks us into joyous celebration. Both teams know that only victory will do and the game sputters back into life.
Disbelief. 89 min 2-1. The ball ricochets off one post into the other and into goal and incredibly we have the lead. Arms raised Cahill wheels away from goal.
Pure unadulterated jubilation. 90 + 3 min 3-1. The boys and I hug as we jump around like mad men for the third and final time as Aloisi slots it past the keeper. Japan is beaten.
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