Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Australia 1 Denmark 3

Loftus Road stadium is not generally regarded as one of the great stadiums of the world, however it seemed like a more than adequate venue for what I expected to be a not very well attended friendly soccer game between Australia and Denmark. In the end, 12 000 people turned up, and given that Loftus Road is located in Shepherd's Bush, the vast majority of them were Australian.

And so it was, freezing cold and very hungry that we pushed our way through crowds of people to the turnstiles. Had to really resist the urge to stop at a takeaway van named 'Chubby's Chow'. One look at Chubby himself was enough to make me think that eating his food would not be in my body's best interests. Clearly, Chubby was a fan of the food that he sold.

Enter the stadium and squeeze into seats. Oddly enough, the ground itself appears to have tied down a potentially lucrative sponsorship deal with Sellotape, ads for sellotape covered one side of the front of the stand next to us. Not really sure what sellotape have to gain from this deal, its not like theres a lot of competition in the transparant sticky tape market, but I could be wrong.

So, take find seat. Immediately notice that there are a huge contingent of Aussies around, a huge section of gold. Most seem in high spirits. The Danish anthem is played. Jimmy Barnes was booked in to sing the Australian anthem, sadly he cancelled, that really would have been worth the price of admission. We had to be content with the acapella version supplied by the hoardes of boguns around us. Barnsey would have been very proud of their efforts.

And so the game got underway. It then became obvious that the Australians in our section were very, very orgainised. They had warcrys, lots of them. It was like being back in school. They varied from the imaginative 'Australia, nanananananana....', to 'Your next queen's an aussie', to 'The only great dane is a dog (woof woof)'.

Within 4 minutes, Denmark scored their first goal. Right in front of us too, the cheek! It was a good goal, our goalie didn't even bother trying to stop it, but needless to say the reaction from the folk around me was quite an honest assessement of their mood. The cheering and encouragement continued soon afterward though, but it was noticably quieter when Denmark scored again after about 20 minutes.

We seemed to be getting back into the game after that, a disallowed goal was proof, however you really got the feeling that the Danes would score again. They did, just before half time after a really wonderful passing movement which made me think that they were just toying with us - 'you score' 'no you score' 'oh go on'. They did, 3-0 before half time. There were no warcrys left after that, the encouragement was replaced by people shouting 'come on you useless bag of (censored for mum's benefit).

Half time came. Loads of people left at half time despite the fact that Khe Sahn was blaring out of the PA system. Even that couldn't help the crowd. I left 12 minutes early, 3-0 was probably enough.

Twas an excellent evening.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Home again home again clickety click

Well, here we are, sitting at my desk back in London. Its bitterly cold outside - the forcast for Thursday is a maximum of 2 degrees and snow. Upon arrival at Heathrow it was obvious that I had returned. A couple next to me were busy feeling each other up (literally), the haircut I saw on an otherwise smart looking businessman defied description and surprise surprise, the trains were subject to massive delays. The question has occured to me a number of times over the last few days, what on earth am I doing here?

Of course, this feeling hasn't been assisted by the 2 weeks of glorious sunshine that greeted me in Australia recently. It was a difficult trip for many reasons. There were many highlights, seeing the Big Potato fulfilled a lifelong ambition. Sadly the major objective of the trip was not . Most of you know the story, I won't bore you with details.

It was an odd trip in many ways. Had been looking forward to it so much. The dinner with friends was fantastic, lunch at Ipswich was everything I wanted it to be. Ross and Yvette, you guys are the absolute best, thanks so much for looking after me. It felt like I'd never left, not really the sort of feeling you're looking for.

There is still a lot to do here though, a lot of travel to look forward to, including St Patrick's day in Ireland next month, which will definately be a highlight. The prospect of short breaks in Europe or a week in Morocco or New York is very real and probably closer than my credit card wants it to be.

Anyways, better run. Off to see Australia play Denmark in soccer tonight, looking forward to it. See ya.