Thoughts on the 2010 World Cup
Well, the World Cup is almost over, only 4 games to go. While I can’t wait to see the conclusion of events, I am already starting to feel the withdrawals. So far I have watched all 60 games over the past month which was no mean feat considering down under the early games started at 9:30pm with the late ones at 4:30am. Thank god for university holidays! Now that the semi-finals are here, I’m finally able to settle back into a diurnal routine, albeit with some early morning starts.
Now for some thoughts on the Cup, starting with the performance of Australia, the Socceroos (or Footballroos, hmm, FFA should think about this one!). That opening game against Germany was horrific, an absolute annihilation. 4 – 0. A game that will (unfortunately) live forever in Australian football supporter’s minds alongside the 1997 draw with Iran. However, we can all take some comfort in the fact that Germany went on to put 4 past England and Argentina as well, so perhaps we should just be thankful we didn’t lose by 6, or 8, or 10. I’m not going to badmouth Pim Verbeek for his terrible tactics, as that’s already been well and truly done. I’m not so sure we would have done much better had we fielded our favourite 11. In fact, I have been wondering whether Pim’s strategy was a ‘German gambit’, hustling the rest of the group into underestimating the Aussie team in a game we never really expected to win. If that was the case, it backfired enormously, with goal difference the only thing that eventually sealed our fate of an early exit. Having said all that, perhaps the result and the stain on our memories was the wake-up call we needed, perhaps we will look back and smile in 20 years when Australia goes all the way in 2030.
Anyway, following that game the boys pulled themselves together and Pim pulled his head out of his arse. A 1 – 1 draw with Ghana, played mostly with 10 men after Harry’s unfortunate sending off, and a brilliant 2 – 1 win over Serbia brought us up to 4 points, the same result we had in 2006. Overall I am pleased with Australia’s performance. I feel that in a fairly strong group such as that we did ok, and given it was only our 3rd World Cup, 2nd with professional players, we probably lived up to our ranking outside the top 16 but inside the top 32.
Apart from Australia’s early exit, this World Cup has been quite amazing, it started slowly and cautiously with so few goals scored. But as the tournament wore on, the goals started piling up with some fantastic games and some even more fantastic referee decisions. The England goal that wasn’t against Germany and Suarez’ goal saving handball will go down in football folklore. The latter resulted in a Ghana penalty that missed, thus pushing the game into a penalty shootout which Uruguay won. The incident was a textbook professional foul, the kind that coaches and parents all over the world can show their kids when trying to explain why sometimes professional fouls are a good idea. Of course, the goal that wasn’t as well as an Argentine offside goal stirred the world into a frenzied debate as to whether technology should be introduced into the game. My thoughts are that video refs are a terrible idea, if technology must be introduced, then perhaps invisible technology, like micro-chipping the balls to see if they crossed the line is acceptable. But I think a couple of extra goal-line linesmen is the next step in trying to minimise game changing mistakes by referees. While many despair about the bad decisions made in 2010, few will forget them; the human element is part of what makes the game so exciting and so universal.
In just a few days time after the dust settles on the World Cup Final, I will be sad to see it end. Back to the regular domestic seasons, whether it be the English Premier League, La Liga or the new A-League, none of them stir the same emotions in me as the mighty World Cup. I think it’s partly to do with money effecting the big football leagues, those who can afford the players, win the games. There is something natural, tribal and genuine about the world game, where each country must rely on its own efforts to train and develop local players. Watching each national team reflect their culture in the style they play brings the game down to its pure essence. The world game is truly the beautiful game.