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The TERROgraph and it's RL jurno's can smell it ... what a arse this guy is..
http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegrap...017479,00.html
Time to wave the Socceroos flag
By Nick Walshaw
June 11, 2009 12:00am
SOCCEROOS striker Scott McDonald has gone goalless again. Now a dozen internationals and counting. Having more trouble scoring than the fat kid at Blue Light discos.
"But I don't think it is a problem, not for him," coach Pim Verbeek shrugs. "Because he will score goals . . . his moment will come."
And this is why you really need to get yourself to one of these games. To a qualifier. A friendly. Any of those nondescript games between now and the 2010 World Cup in South Africa.
Because anyone can chant Aussie, Aussie, Aussie while spilling schooners all over the pub floor.
Can wave that Socceroos flag above one's head with the price tag still attached. Or simply cheer Harry Kewell while trying to score yourself with that blonde sort by the bar.
But how will you ever really appreciate Macca netting that first goal if you haven't been there for the journey? If you haven't shared the pain?
And certainly there is no better way to experience pain than to attend a World Cup qualifier when your team already has qualified.
To endure the freezing temperatures, expensive tickets and seven team changes before kickoff.
There's the spiritless goal celebrations, Parramatta Rd traffic snarls and how the bloody hell does anyone ever find P1 parking at ANZ Stadium?
You'll arrive only to find the stadium half filled. Then hear how poster boy Tim Cahill has pulled out with what coach Pim Verbeek calls little stiff muscles.
"Pity for him and pity for us," Pim shrugs. Yep, and pity those who've shelled out a chunk of their salary to see Timmy punching seven shades from a corner post.
But the journey to South Africa has already begun. So how about spilling a little bourbon a meat pie on that green and gold jersey.
Learn to love these Aussies the hard way, by going some 53 minutes without a point being scored at ANZ Stadium last night.
And, sure, it's painful. Because drawing nudes is intriguing . . . drawing soccer matches is not.
But what about the joy when Australia finally goaled - twice?
Getting to see Kewell up close while McDonald first skied a ping over the crossbar and had a second dribble terribly off his foot.
And at every stage they were challenged by Bahrain.
A team who sang the anthem with gusto. Who had at least seven players wearing what we're gunna call Ultimate Fighting gloves, too.
Whose only real hope of success lay in that sports survey a few years back that insisted football teams wearing red win more?
But when you have only 4078 registered footballers in the entire country, well, you're always going to be up against it.
Which is how it was for the Reds.
But it also gave those Sydney soccer novices who did attend a chance to work on their pronunciations, make the most of short beer lines and enjoy the opportunity to quiz more learned mates on the intricacies of the game.
Like why do the reserves kick balls at the break rather than stay listening to the coach?
Has Mahmood Abdulrahman Mohamed Noor Abdulrahman ever had his full name printed on a jersey?
Why must players be stretchered from the field if they're only gunna hop straight off and start stretching their legs?
And exactly how long until we're watching World Cup games from the comfort of the pub?
http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegrap...017479,00.html
Time to wave the Socceroos flag
By Nick Walshaw
June 11, 2009 12:00am
SOCCEROOS striker Scott McDonald has gone goalless again. Now a dozen internationals and counting. Having more trouble scoring than the fat kid at Blue Light discos.
"But I don't think it is a problem, not for him," coach Pim Verbeek shrugs. "Because he will score goals . . . his moment will come."
And this is why you really need to get yourself to one of these games. To a qualifier. A friendly. Any of those nondescript games between now and the 2010 World Cup in South Africa.
Because anyone can chant Aussie, Aussie, Aussie while spilling schooners all over the pub floor.
Can wave that Socceroos flag above one's head with the price tag still attached. Or simply cheer Harry Kewell while trying to score yourself with that blonde sort by the bar.
But how will you ever really appreciate Macca netting that first goal if you haven't been there for the journey? If you haven't shared the pain?
And certainly there is no better way to experience pain than to attend a World Cup qualifier when your team already has qualified.
To endure the freezing temperatures, expensive tickets and seven team changes before kickoff.
There's the spiritless goal celebrations, Parramatta Rd traffic snarls and how the bloody hell does anyone ever find P1 parking at ANZ Stadium?
You'll arrive only to find the stadium half filled. Then hear how poster boy Tim Cahill has pulled out with what coach Pim Verbeek calls little stiff muscles.
"Pity for him and pity for us," Pim shrugs. Yep, and pity those who've shelled out a chunk of their salary to see Timmy punching seven shades from a corner post.
But the journey to South Africa has already begun. So how about spilling a little bourbon a meat pie on that green and gold jersey.
Learn to love these Aussies the hard way, by going some 53 minutes without a point being scored at ANZ Stadium last night.
And, sure, it's painful. Because drawing nudes is intriguing . . . drawing soccer matches is not.
But what about the joy when Australia finally goaled - twice?
Getting to see Kewell up close while McDonald first skied a ping over the crossbar and had a second dribble terribly off his foot.
And at every stage they were challenged by Bahrain.
A team who sang the anthem with gusto. Who had at least seven players wearing what we're gunna call Ultimate Fighting gloves, too.
Whose only real hope of success lay in that sports survey a few years back that insisted football teams wearing red win more?
But when you have only 4078 registered footballers in the entire country, well, you're always going to be up against it.
Which is how it was for the Reds.
But it also gave those Sydney soccer novices who did attend a chance to work on their pronunciations, make the most of short beer lines and enjoy the opportunity to quiz more learned mates on the intricacies of the game.
Like why do the reserves kick balls at the break rather than stay listening to the coach?
Has Mahmood Abdulrahman Mohamed Noor Abdulrahman ever had his full name printed on a jersey?
Why must players be stretchered from the field if they're only gunna hop straight off and start stretching their legs?
And exactly how long until we're watching World Cup games from the comfort of the pub?
