Never been absolutely mental about soccer, but can’t help but be a wee bit carried away with the Socceroos managing to get so far. Wandered off to watch tonight’s match at the Crowie with M and her coworkers and bloody glad I did since sharing that oh-so-shattered-feeling is best done with a roomful of very sober people on the wrong side of a Tuesday morning.
Lost over a freaking drama div(o) for goodness sake, though it didn’t help that eventhough Australia played solid defense, the offense was inoffensive.
There were a few Italian supporters in the crowd, still not too sure if they were stupid, brave, patriotic or all of the above. I noticed they were suddenly quiet when realising Australia lost before shaking themselves as if to say “I’m supporting Italia today”.
Never seen so many people vacate a pub so quickly either, once the disappointment wore off slightly all I wanted to do was go home and continue my sleep.