Wow, there's thousands of pounds of therapy waiting right there.
Soundtrack to this mood:
- #1 Crush - Garbage
- Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Smashing Pumpkins
- Breathe - The Prodigy
HOORAH! We did it! Not only have we made it to our first world cup since 1974, we've also scored our first goal EVER in the competition AND we're now the only team in World Cup history to have scored 3 goals in the last 7 minutes! WE WON 3 GOALS TO 1!!!! Timmy Cahill you're now one of my footballing heroes! AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE! OY OY OY!!!
My fellow Aussie pundits and I went to the Hogshead near my work to watch the game, all in our Australian Gold Socceroos shirts. The pub was quite full of football mad Aussies, praying that we were not about to completely embarrass ourselves. You'd think a massive group of flag drapped, aussie gold wearing, kangaroo waving Australians would be the tour de force here. But no. This lone Japanese girl was louder than the rest of the pub combined. And she cheered and barked like a squeeky chihuahua. Which meant when Japan scored their completely cheating goal (which had all of us on our feet screaming "YOU DIRTY CHEATS! YOU DIRTY CHEATS!") the girl was squeeling "YES YES YES YES" à la Meg Ryan, but more whiney, and sometimes in a pitch that only her chihuahua friends could hear.
It's at games like the Australian-Japan one where you come to realise exactly what type of football supporter you are. You could: