The Socceroos were given a rude awakening overnight, as was I, when they barely scraped through their maiden Asian Cup match against Oman.
These few simple words published on The World Game summed it up to a tee:
“The Socceroos were so poor and disjointed in their maiden match in the Asian Cup that super-sub Tim Cahill’s late, late strike seemed like a godsend. It certainly was a gross miscarriage of justice”
I don’t know about you, but I was watching this match with the Sultan of Oman, three Iraqi pop-stars, and a Thai “lady-boy” named Megawatti Porntip-Bangbang. At half time they were all rubbing their hands at the prospect of playing the revered European superstars that make up the Socceroos squad and placing bets on how many goals they were going to score past AU’s makeshift defense…
As for me, well, I’d heard so many times over the last couple of weeks that the heat and humidity was going to be a determining factor in these games and I guess now I can vouch for the Aussie team, cause once lil’old Timmy Cahill scored that equalizer, I had to make a 90min dash to the jungles of Cambodia in the hope of avoiding decapitation an enema… and that’s when my night got really tough!!
Ps. I lost count of the amount of stretchers that were needed for the Omanies throughout the match… anyone keep count?
Here are the match highlights:
Labels: Asian Cup, Oman, Socceroos, Tim Cahill