Far out, just woke up now.
What a night, un-bloddy-believable.
The Green+Gold clad folks were absolutely in raptures in the City. Top night, top atmosphere. Actually, after the match, given that I had taken along a football with me, my mates and I re-enacted the Aussie goals at the park next to Paddy McGuire's, well as best we could anyway.
Besides, it was extremely heartening to see supporters out and about, the families, the fanatics, just people in general chatting about football, the World Cup, and what have you.
I'd like to say football is no longer the poor cousin of Australian sport, but I reckon we'd need to make it to the knockouts before I reassure myself of that.
As for the match proper and the performances, I'll save that for until after 'brekkie'. In the meantime, 'the Guus,the Guus, the Guus is on fire ....' Hopefully my voice makes a speedy recovery.
(.ps. you guys just racked up 20-odd pages on the match itself, gee whiz).