Germany 4-0 Australia
Oh, boy. What a humiliating defeat. I don't know what the Socceroos coach was thinking with that line up. I mean, one striker? ONE STRIKER?! And then Cahill got red carded unfairly (because there is no way that red card was deserved), so we had NO strikers. We were playing defensive the entire time, and still got thrashed!
ARGH! I'm on the verge of ripping my hair out!
I think the coach had conceded defeat before the game even began, but still! Where the hell was Harry Kewell?! And now we don't have Tim Cahill in the game against Ghana! ARRRGH! Stuff like this fricking always happens to Australia because our boys tend not to play up injuries and push for free kicks and penalties. Just like in 2006 when Italy won on a penalty goal. The Italian guy jumped to make it look more like the Aussie guy tripped him. I mean, what the hell?! I wish everyone would just play fair, clean games.
Honestly though, I didn't realise how invested I was in how the Socceroos fared in the World Cup. Nothing is cheering me up. I have plenty of things that I need to do, and yet I can't be bothered. I can't be bothered reading anything, or watching anything, or playing anything. Maybe it's because I'm so tired. Then again, I've just spotted Soul Eater on my shelf, and it made me smile a bit so maybe I'll put it on and go to bed and maybe fall asleep.
I'd better not still be feeling like this by the time our game against Ghana rolls around, because at this point I'm not sure I can stomach watching. I think I can also put my mood down to the fact that the Socceroos are the laughing stock of the entire world. It's not our fault our first game was up against one of the soccer giants, and the coach made stupid decisions. I feel like I want to cry, and that must the lack of sleep speaking because God, who cries over the World Cup?!
And okay, FML icon isn't entirely appropriate, but it's the closest I've got to the frustration I'm feeling right at this point.
ETA: Mm, I'm feeling a bit better now, but not as much as I'd hoped. :/
ARGH! I'm on the verge of ripping my hair out!
I think the coach had conceded defeat before the game even began, but still! Where the hell was Harry Kewell?! And now we don't have Tim Cahill in the game against Ghana! ARRRGH! Stuff like this fricking always happens to Australia because our boys tend not to play up injuries and push for free kicks and penalties. Just like in 2006 when Italy won on a penalty goal. The Italian guy jumped to make it look more like the Aussie guy tripped him. I mean, what the hell?! I wish everyone would just play fair, clean games.
Honestly though, I didn't realise how invested I was in how the Socceroos fared in the World Cup. Nothing is cheering me up. I have plenty of things that I need to do, and yet I can't be bothered. I can't be bothered reading anything, or watching anything, or playing anything. Maybe it's because I'm so tired. Then again, I've just spotted Soul Eater on my shelf, and it made me smile a bit so maybe I'll put it on and go to bed and maybe fall asleep.
I'd better not still be feeling like this by the time our game against Ghana rolls around, because at this point I'm not sure I can stomach watching. I think I can also put my mood down to the fact that the Socceroos are the laughing stock of the entire world. It's not our fault our first game was up against one of the soccer giants, and the coach made stupid decisions. I feel like I want to cry, and that must the lack of sleep speaking because God, who cries over the World Cup?!
And okay, FML icon isn't entirely appropriate, but it's the closest I've got to the frustration I'm feeling right at this point.
ETA: Mm, I'm feeling a bit better now, but not as much as I'd hoped. :/