The Refs whistle, the maligned ball and blades of grass

There are three talking points that will no doubt be glossed over at the conclusion of this World Cup. The standard of refereeing has been shameful and left even the unitiated scratching their heads in disbelief at some decisions. The second point is the new Adidas ball, ‘Jubulani’ which in Zulu means ‘Be Happy’. The ball has done the complete opposite and been the nemesis of many players at the tournament. The third goes hand in hand somewhat with the official match ball and that’s the state of the art grass used in the World Cup stadiums. The turf is actually a mix between natural grass and artificial turf. For every three blades of ‘real’ grass, one blade of astro turf is added. This seems to have assisted in the surface’s longevity, especially in stadiums like Ellis Park in Johannesburg which has hosted a large number of games. It however may explain part of the reason why the Jubulani takes a wicked bounce and rockets off the turf every time a long or high ball is played. Questions have also been asked about the balls performance at altitude which has been evident watching the number of crosses which have ridiculously skied over close targets. The referees and the argument on whether video technology should be introduced in Football will be a discussion point long after the tournament is over. FIFA have already exacted their wrath by sending some officials home, particularly those who made some serious blunders during the round of 16. Two decisions that will be used as evidence for those pro to having video technology introduced are the Frank Lampard goal that crossed the line against Germany and Carlos Tevez’s first goal for Argentina against Mexico, in which replays show was clearly offside. Video replays, in time will most likely be introduced. We have seen the technology play a huge part in sports like Rugby, Tennis and Cricket. The difference however when you compare the technology used in these sports is usually the ball is not ‘live’ when decisions need to be made, meaning that the ball would normally be still in play. It will bring a new element to the game which will give the match day audience a totally new experience. It will be interesting to watch and see how FIFA introduce what will in effect be a landmark decision and one which will change the game as we know it.

A Footballing lesson

Not only were Chile spanked by their South American neighbors and taught a Footballing lesson, tacticians at heart were also treated to a sublime display and some noteworthy reference points. The Brazilian engines have finally been opened at full throttle and last night was proof that the ‘selecao’ will once again be fighting for the right to lift the trophy on July 11. Brazil has a unique ability make Football look so simple compared to what us mortals would find near impossible. They have such a style which can be adjusted at different moments in the game that make them so difficult to break. In Maicon they have far and away the best attacking full back in the game. His darting runs at pace and his superior fitness allow Brazil to drag defenders out wide and give the likes of Kaka, Robinho and Luis Fabiano that extra metre through the centre. Two out of three goals came from the Brazilians capacity to open up through the middle of the park and with some neat interchange movement in the final third were able to create a clear path to goal. After AS Roma defender Juan headed Brazil into the lead, a surge through the middle by Robinho and a deft touch by Kaka set Fabiano through to skip past and slot the ball past Chilean keeper, Bravo. Robinho, who had a terrific match, was on hand score the third and final goal by curling the ball into the far corner of the net. Again, the Brazilians broke wide and then split the hapless Chileans through the middle. All that was left to do was stand up and applaud a sensational performance by the Worlds most successful Footballing nation.

Never pinch a Lion cub

Most things by now had already been ticked off my ‘to do list’. There was only one more place I really wanted to visit and that was the Lion Park situated on the outskirts of Johannesburg. Narelle, Ron, Claire, Nat, Aaron, Santina and I needed a great way to unwind, away from the Nicol Hotel and Bedfordview so this was a perfect choice. Not only did I get my wish of seeing the king of the jungle in the flesh and up close, I also had the opportunity of playing with the Lion cubs. We also saw a white Lion, Hyena, Cheetah and Meer cat. The Lion cubs lazed on a bed of rocks and grass while we patted them only opening their eyes briefly if someone patted them close to head or tail. To get one particular cubs attention I gave him a gentle pinch in the stomach area and subsequently almost had my hand taken off! It was the fastest I have ever moved I think with reflex actions even Cesar, Casillas, and Buffon would be proud of. It was kind of worth it as it allowed us to take some pictures with the cubs open eyed and bushy tailed. Then it was on to the game reserve and a visit to a large pride. The male Lion was flanked by approximately twenty lionesses and it was clear who was boss. At one point ‘Mufasa’ stood up and even though we were behind glass in our bus, we all took a step back to appreciate the massive creature. It was a rare sight as Lions are mostly inactive for the majority of the day and mostly active between the hours between night fall and dusk.

1966 revisited

When you think to the controversial incidents that have occurred throughout the history of the World Cup, there is none that has been more stifled over or fiercely debated than Geoff Hurt’s goal for England against Germany in the 1966 final at Wembley. The record books tell us that with eleven minutes gone in extra time, Alan Ball put in a cross and Hurst swiveled and shot from close range. The ball hit the under side of the cross bar and either crossed the line, or was cleared off it. The Referee awarded the goal and England went on to lift the trophy for its first and only time. Forty four years later and the incident is still talked about and depending who you speak to, you’re given differing versions. In 2010, for a split second Frank Lampard would imitate Geoff Hurst only this time Germany would be on the receiving end.
Football is like this sometimes. Comparisons are often made between players and teams, tournaments and eras. In the days leading up to the Germany vs. England second round match in Bloemfontein we knew we were about to witness history. The nations have a rivalry which extends beyond Football and the choruses heard walking toward the stadium reminded us of just that. The chant of ‘there were ten German bombers in the air, and the RAF from England shot one down’ is testimony to long memories and a lasting enmity. In a Footballing sense the battles in the past between the two nations have created one of the biggest international rivalries. You only have to look over the clashes between the two over time to realise this.
True to the pundits, there is a reason why many consider the England fans to be the best in terms of numbers. Everywhere the England play, their supporters swarm to see them. Bloemfontein was no exception as a massive English contingent could be seen in and around the stadium hours before kick off. Their passion for the ‘three lions’ they hoped would help beat off their biggest rival and advance themselves into the quarter finals. The Germans though had other plans.
It wasn’t the end result of 4-1 that had the neutral fans talking but it was the manner in which the Germans, at particular stages of the match were able to pulverise their opposition. Oziel, Schweinstieger and Podolski took the game by the horns and began to run the English off their feet. As they had done in games against Australia and Ghana they broke forward quicker than any team has done before. Two goals inside the opening half hour to Klose and Podolski and a double to Muller in the second half would be more than sufficient to bundle the English out of the tournament. As a neutral observer, it was a pleasure to witness the German fluid movement at a venomous pace. The English simply had no answer to the German attack on the counter. Rooney was no where to be seen and an out of position Gerrard couldn’t exact his normal influence.
The English however will and have cried foul over the incident jus before half time, and rightly so. When Frank Lampard’s thunderous shot hit the woodwork and went in, the English began celebrating and the rest applauded not only the goal but the fact that they had been able to over turn a two goal deficit within twenty minutes. However, the referee and the linesman seemed to be the only people in the entire world who didn’t see that the ball had clearly crossed the line. For that period and a brief stint after the half time interval the English had complete control of the game and it was only once the Germans scored their third, against the run of play did the some of the steam come out of the game. After all was said and done, the Germans were clearly the better side over the ninety minutes and deserved the victory, but one wonders what might have been had the goal been credited, just like fans still wonder what would have resulted had Geoff Hurst’s goal been ruled out forty four years ago.

Shosholoza, Sowetan style

As mentioned in a previous blog, Soweto was the spiritual home of the black people during Apartheid and the centre of youth rallies and uprising in the 1970’s. Today, Soweto is the flagship for the people of South Africa and a reminder of the struggles of the past. Soweto is a city within a city, meaning that it forms part of Johannesburg but contains its own thirty or so suburbs. The class divide is something that catches your eye from the time you arrive. In the north east corner there are homes which are not unlike a leafy street back home. Turn the corner however and literally within one hundred metres you will find what the locals call ‘informal settlements’, corrugated iron homes with no electricity or running water stretching as far as the eye can see. The government has pledged that by the year 2015, enough homes will have been constructed so that people living in these horrid conditions will have a proper roof over their head. This seems a massive challenge and I hope it eventuates but after seeing what I have during this trip, I remain skeptical. We visited the famous old home of Nelson Mandela which nowadays serves as a museum and landmark to honor the great man. It was the first time that I felt like a tourist this whole trip. Walking in, it was difficult to move in the tiny home with so many people eager to get a glimpse. Soweto has changed since the fall of Apartheid. It used to be a place where a white person would never be seen but nowadays and with the influx of tourists, Soweto is a place for all. A reminder of the past, and a huge step towards the future of South Africa.
‘Shosholoza’ is a song which has captured everyone’s imagination. Sung by the locals at most World Cup stadiums throughout the tournament, tourists have caught on and now can be heard being sung by people everywhere. The song itself is a traditional folk song which was sung by male migrant workers when making the rail roads. Matthews says that the steel was obviously heavy so they would sing the first line, pick up the steel, then as the second line of the song would start that would signal for the men to raise the steel to their shoulder and start walking. This would be repeated over and over. Today, it’s sung as a song of welcome and was first done so when the country hosted the 1995 Rugby World Cup. In Soweto it’s a song of the people, to rejoice, to welcome the thousands of visitors that have arrived in their country for the World Cup but more importantly it’s a song from the heart for a people that battled and won.

The battle lost on two fronts

Four years ago in Germany, Australia amassed four points which was enough to qualify as runners up in the group to the second round of the World Cup. Unfortunately, four years later in South Africa, four points would not be sufficient and we would be eliminated. Although Australia showed the grit and determination we have now been accustomed to seeing, a victory over Serbia in Nelspruit in the final match was all academic in the end. Germany narrowly amassed for Ghana to see both those nations advance. Most supporters knew going in to the game that to progress to the knockout stage we would require a near miracle. Having played both Germany and Ghana, we had no expectation that the ‘Black Stars’ could compete with the might of the Germans. Although Ghana did have their chances, Germany put in a workmanlike effort and cruised into the last sixteen, as expected.
How can we not be proud once again of the effort by our Socceroos? Had some refereeing decisions fell our way and if some clear cut chances been converted, we could be singing a different tune not dissimilar to Germany 2006, but we’re not. We’ve been bundled out of the tournament at the first hurdle. Australia’s conservative approach is much to blame for this. Tactically, the first match against Germany is where is got all unstuck and had we been able to grind a result or limit the damage, we would have got through. Proof of what the team was capable of was on show in the following matches when even with ten men we were able to play the Ghanaians off the park and account for the Serbians. I am sure that if Pim Verbeek had his time again he would have gone with a different line up and formation against Germany.
The stadium in Nelspruit is up there with any ive seen. Its close, steep stands in Zebra pattern and Giraffe shaped retainers give it a unique African theme. On arrival we were greeted by Zakumi, the World Cup mascot. I asked for a photo but instead of posing he threw an elbow which narrowly missed my chin. I was beside myself in anger while the others I was with had a good old laugh.
The Serbs defended well in the first half with the midfield able to pivot and squeeze the Aussies through the middle which didn’t allow Cahill and Kennedy in the game. Australia posed no aerial threat so each time the ball was played long; it became easy pickings for their central defenders. When the cracks finally began to open, it was Australia who looked the fitter and stronger. Cahill scored a customary header and shortly after Holman, on for Bresciano, took the ball inside the Serb half, ran at speed before pulling up and unleashing a shot from twenty five yards. The Socceroos supporters in Nelspruit rejoiced while paying close attention to what was going on back in Johannesburg in the other group match between Germany and Ghana. You could feel the adrenalin through the stadium for the following ten minutes before Serbia pulled one back which effectively put a dagger through the hearts of the green and gold and sent us packing for another four years at least.
The most maligned player in the Socceroos squad turned out to be a revelation. Not only did Brett Holman decisively play the link between the midfield and the front line to perfection, he scored two goals and looked the liveliest over the three games.
Supporters are still in good spirits. It’s never easy to exit a tournament like this after spending the time and money to come out here to support the nation. What’s for certain is that the tour group has had a great time and when all is accounted for; we can say for certain that we still witnessed some pulsating Football.


Italy on the other hand was a huge disappointment. Nerves set in well before arrival to Ellis Park for the game against Slovakia. I had no expectation the day prior in Nelspruit and convinced myself that Australia would not go through to spare myself the pain. In Italy though, I expected nothing less than to top, what was on paper the easiest group in the tournament for any of the seeded nations. When we went 1-0 down, I remembered back to Japan eight years ago and the game against Mexico. In Oita that evening, Alessandro Del Piero netted an equaliser in the final ten minutes to see Italy through. I imagined this game would be similar. I would be forced to suffer no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that it would be ok, we’d get through. Once we went 2-0 down, I began to give up the Ghost. I started to question the messiah, Lippi, and exactly how he wanted this team to play. Players look out of sorts and the link up play we’d seen in the opening two matches was non evident. The travelling Slovaks, in huge numbers, were silenced briefly when Di Natale slotted home from close range. Then almost instantly it happened. We equalised. Well we thought we had and the Italians inside Ellis Park went absolutely crazy. It was approximately fifteen seconds before we realised that the goal was disallowed for offside. I can’t imagine anything else in life where you can go from the highest emotion to the almost lowest in a millisecond. Thinking back, it’s like it all happened in slow motion. When Slovakia scored a third, it was all over. Quagliarella pulled one back but it wasn’t enough as Italy bowed out of the tournament at the group stage for the first time in forty odd years.
What did we learn? We learnt that when faced with a world class team, Pim was outsmarted and showed he was out of his depth. Had the Socceroos gone out and played to their strengths then we would have got through. I have no doubt about it.
Italy on the other hand were a shadow of a side that won the tournament four years ago. This World Cup will serve as a transitional phase for ‘gli azzurri’ as they look to build again for the future. Regardless, an exit in the group stage can only be viewed as a massive failure. Marcello Lippi, for all his divine work in Germany seemed to get this one wrong. His selections raised eyebrows from all quarters when he continued to refuse selecting players like Cassano. Whether he would have made a difference is now irrelevant. The baton has by now been past and the future of Italian international Football is now in the hands of Cesare Prandelli.
One of the personal highlights of this tournament now is that I got to see the final appearance in the Italy shirt of Fabio Cannavaro. The record games holder and main stalwart in the Italian defense has been a favorite of many. Grazie Fabio for the memories, one in particular will be etched in our minds forever and that’s the night you became an immortal and lifted the gold trophy in Berlin.

Invasion of the Aztecs

There is only one bus trip as boring as that from Melbourne to Adelaide and that’s Johannesburg to Rustenburg. A relatively straight and long road with baron land and nothing particularly exciting to look at. It’s a trip I am never likely to make again though and I’m quite thankful for that. A small entourage of Australians arrived to a sea of Mexicans in their traditional Green clad, drinking tequila and dancing to the beat of what I know as the ‘speedy gonzales song’. The Mexicans are always huge in numbers at all World Cups and speaking to a native named ‘Pedro’ he explained that for Mexicans, they are not a wealthy people but somehow they are able to put money aside between tournaments to ensure they are there every four years to watch their beloved ‘El Tri’. We stood and took in the fanfare before making our way to our seats. There would be moving around for this one as we had Cat 1 tickets on the bottom tier. The game itself was nothing to write home about. In fact, I missed the only notable talking point when I snuck away in the 42nd minute to beat the queue before the half time break to the men’s bathroom and subsequently missed the games only goal. I heard the roar and rushed back to see the replay on the big screen. Nursing a headache I dozed off on the way home only to be awakened when the bus rolled into the hotel.

Changing Perspectives - Red Cross South Africa

There are some things that you can’t prepare yourself for no matter how much you think you can. We see images on our television screens of African countries affected by poverty. In our newspapers we read of the large gap between classes and on radio we listen to the rapid rate of new diseases being contracted on this continent. Even with this knowledge, again, you can’t prepare but rather you try to brace yourself for an experience which is likely to change your perspective you have of your own everyday life. The visit to a township of Daveytown, on the outskirts of Johannesburg did just that. Daveytown is a shanty town which lives in dark contrast to our home away from home here in Bedfordview. Bordered by some upper class suburbs, the most striking aspect of our bus ride was the quite large gap between ‘rich’ and ‘poor’. As guests of the Red Cross through Green and Gold Army’s involvement in ‘Youth Peer Education, an initiative by GGA to raise money to support a youth refuge of sorts, we were greeted by a mass of children, ranging from pre school age to primary level. A rousing rendition of the national anthem was sung by the youngest members before one of the volunteers, of whom was once a child from this refuge spoke and explained the way the centre operates. Alarmingly, we learnt that a large proportion of the children present are infected with HIV and sadly only very few will live to see out their teen years. You wouldn’t have known this was the case as the children interacted with their new guests as humble hosts. Some preferred to drag us away to play games, while others were content to sit and converse. I made my own little friend, Deogwu, who was shy to begin with but soon broke out of what came across as his introverted self and let me in to his world. What made his day was something as simple as running around with my camera, taking photos, and looking at them back on the digital screen. The morning continued with the volunteers singing native songs before we had an opportunity to speak to them about their struggles. With no running water, electricity or sanitation the centre attempts to provide basic comforts to the children of the township. These are necessities we as Australians take for granted so to hear this and the lives that children are exposed to brought home how very lucky we are.
Daveytown was a confronting but also uplifting experience for all those who attended. It opened up a door to the world that none of us could have imagined. What it did was ensured that at any moment in our lives where we begin to take what we have for granted, we only need to be reminded of the day we visited Daveytown and what we witnessed. That short visit certainly changed my perspective, as im sure it did everyone else’s.

Fleas, Road Accidents and an all Latin affair

There is something about an African flea market that makes it unique to others. The joyous vendors and the street party on its perimeter make it more of an enclosed festival than a shopping experience. Vendors will constantly attempt to grab your attention in order to have you buy from their stall but at the same time are supportive of each other in the sense that if one seller doesn’t have the item you’re after, they will run the length of the market and have it in front of your eyes in a flash. It was an interesting few hours spent in Rosebank. While people shopped a dance group performed outside to traditional Zulu music.
One point of note about Johannesburg is its roads. More to the point, its high percentage of accidents and the rate of those accidents that end in fatality. The road laws in South Africa are hardly adhered so after some near misses it was only a matter of time before we ran into some trouble. Luckily on this occasion the incident was minor and the worst was that the mirror on the bus carrying us back from Rosebank needed replacing. As our bus ran around a bend in the outside lane, the driver of a public bus attempted to squeeze his way through the inside like a Formula 1 driver would coming down the end of pit lane. There just wasn’t enough room and before we knew it the buses collided.
Bus accident or not, we had another date with Ellis Park and the clash between Spain and Honduras. There were plenty of Hondurans who made the trip while for Spain their support was largely drawn from locals sporting Liverpool Fernando Torres jerseys. Not content with my seat on the top deck, I again (lost count of the amount of times now) made my way down to the bottom level and snuck my way behind the goal Spain were attacking in the second half. There I met Lance, a local from Johannesburg who had no problem with me sitting on the concrete next to his seat. We chatted throughout the half about the cultural similarities and differences between our two nations. In the end, Villa scored the goal of the tournament thus far and Spain, with their incredible line up were just too strong for the Central Americans.

Azzurri Suffering

Nothing has changed since the first day I began watching World Cup Football. Why is it that Italy always makes me sweat up until the final pass, shot, or minute? Tonight was a perfect opportunity to join Paraguay at the top of the group table and almost eliminate New Zealand and Slovakia from the tournament. Instead, we have left the door open and put pressure on ourselves to ensure we beat Slovakia. NZ deserved the result. Although we pressed and were unlucky with chances to Montolivo and Di Natale, NZ held out and gave the Italians a taste of their own medicine with a tactically balanced performance. The goal by Smeltz was clearly offside but at the other end the foul on De Rossi to earn the penalty was ‘soft’ at the very best. I am still reasonably content with the way Italy is playing going forward but I can see some frailties developing when or if we play a stronger team. A win against the Slovaks in four days time is a must. I’ll be there, in Azzurro blue, willing Cannavaro and the boys onward toward the second round. Forza Ragazzi!

Indiana Tunna

Walking through the caves at Sterkfontein I had the score to Indiana Jones in my head. Its interior reminded me of Raiders Of The Lost Ark. The world heritage listed cradle of human kind offers a rich and fascinating history told to us through ancient fossils which have been found on its 47,000 sq hectares. We were given a short tour of the museum which houses many remains of early humans, stretching back thousands of years. It is said that all of humanity shares an African heritage. We are one, diverse species across the globe, with our roots in Africa. The second part of the tour was through the Sterkfontein Caves. It was the adult ape-men fossils from Sterkfontein that helped prove to the world that Africa was the cradle of humankind. Sterkfontein has fossil deposits dating back to almost 3.5 million years ago all the way up to 1.5 million years ago, providing a wealth of information about the different hominid species that existed in this 2 million year interval. The most famous of all these findings is one which is still incomplete. “Little Foot”, a nickname for the almost complete ape man skeleton which dates back 4.17 million years.

Rustenheartbreakburg

Rustenburg would have to be the remotest World Cup venue in the modern history of the tournament. It claims to be one of the richest cities in the country and admittedly we didn’t see much aside from the pre game function at Rustenburg Golf Club and the stadium, but it came across as having a large population of lower class. The drive to the ground was again a confronting experience as we looked out the windows at some sub humane living conditions for some of Rustenburg’s poorest. The pre game was again fantastic. The large entertainment area in the golf clubhouse was an enjoyable way to relax with a few beers and enjoy one another’s company. The venue was also open to other Australian travelers not specifically on the Green & Gold Army tour. Once at the stadium, Australians took over the main outdoor bar area which was reminiscent of Marin Platz square in Kaiserslautern four years ago when the central part of the town was covered in a sea of green and gold. Again, my seat was on the second tier so I was on the search for a better viewing area once inside. Most of us mingled in a standing area parallel to the corner flag and there we remained for the match’s entirety. I thought I was living a nightmare when I saw the referee’s come out for their warm up. Not having read any of the official match previews, I was unaware that Italian official Roberto Rossetti had been appointed as the referee. My confidence immediately dwindled and I couldn’t help but think back to the amount of times I have seen the man single handedly ruin matches played in the Italian top flight. How he was afforded an opportunity to officiate in a World Cup defies logic, in my opinion. I just hoped that a contentious decision wouldn’t eventuate that would change the balance or influence the outcome of the match. It didn’t happen, Just after the twenty minute mark, Schwarzer came off his line, ball went past, Harry on line on his own, moves, seemed to strike his forearm, we hoped it hadn’t, ref blew his whistle, hearts sink, penalty, red card…. Rossetti again wins the award for best actor in a leading role. The replay, watching it back shows that the ball clearly hit the outstretched arm of Kewell. It turned out to be the correct decision but at the ground I couldn’t help but wonder what the outcome would have been had the ref been anyone else. The boys were gallant and had the chances that fell to Chippers and Wilkshire gone in then we would be singing a different tune; but we’re not. Instead we are wondering about what might have been and on the two hour bus ride home you could hear whispers amongst friends and partners, fathers and sons intensely trying to calculate every outcome possible in how Australia can possibly scrape through to the second round. Its simple: Beat Serbia and hope that Ghana beat Germany, or hope that Germany thrashes Ghana by 3 or 4 and we put 2 or 3 past Serbia. Tall ask but we if being on this continent has taught me anything about its past, then there is still hope.

There is only one thing worse than an American and that’s a drunk American

Set in amongst what seemed like the entire United States Football fraternity, the small contingent of Australians took to our seats at Ellis Park on the 18 yard line, five rows from the front. It was great viewing in what turned out to be an enthralling encounter between the US and Slovenia. I have been lucky enough to meet and experience the fanfare that a World Cup brings from a long list of countries and their supporters. It’s been three times now that I have watched the USA play at a World Cup and I have had my patience tested on each occasion. Their arrogance is too much to tolerate. Chants like ‘There is only one superpower’ are cringe worthy. We had a Woody Harrelson look a like in front of us who just kept repeating the same chant like he was battery operated. Every time the US goalkeeper touched the ball he’d push his own button and in a drunken stupor blurt out, to no particular tune, the words ‘We’ve got Tim Howard’. The wind in the American sails was taken out somewhat by half time as the Slovenians went two nil up much to our delight. Musky, Harvey and I missed the first ten minutes of the second half as we had to film the Australia-Ghana preview for GGArmy TV and subsequently didn’t see the Landon Donovan goal which put the US back in it. Arguably the best match of the tournament at this point in a see saw battle which saw the Americans press for the equaliser. Woody was going banana’s stomping on his seat as chances went begging to then find comfort in his beer to calm himself down. The Slovenians in the end couldn’t hold on any longer and the pressure applied by the US was rewarded when Bradley landed a goal. Cue the biggest beer shower I’ve ever seen which left the area around us smelling like a brewery. The Australians weren’t happy and the response during the American celebrations was to displace the Uncle Sam hats of the Americans in front of us and throw them 20 metres to the side. It was quite humorous watching them look for their hats over the remaining fifteen minutes of play.

Apartheid is exactly where it belongs. In a museum.

The basic principle behind apartheid was simple; Segregate everything. Cut a clean line through a nation to divide black from white and keep them divided. The award winning museum communicates this by using dark images, sounds and atmosphere prevalent in that troubled era. It attempts to present a balanced account of 20th century South Africa and recounts the political upheavals beginning in the last century and moves on to the transition from a racist state into Africa’s beacon of hope as the century turned again. The stark exterior of the museum immediately brings to mind images of detention, oppression and division and sets the stage for an interactive journey through the darkest years of South African history. The path through the museum leads you on a journey beginning with segregation, the cornerstone of apartheid. It takes you back through the years of race classification, the 150 acts of apartheid, detentions and the oppression of the nationalist regime. We examined the right of black consciousness, the armed struggle and finally the release of Nelson Mandela after 27 years of imprisonment which led to the final negotiations for peace. The Mandela exhibition was unique in the way it provided a layered glimpse of Mandela in all forms. It examined his undoubted strengths and greatness, but also his weaknesses too. The visit to the Apartheid museum is something that will live with me for a very long time. I, as I am sure many others walked in with a view of reading through some history and viewing relics collected during the separatist regime. It was that and so much more. It was as moving as it was confronting and you are immediately overcome when walking through the museum doors. For those that have visited the Nazi camps in Europe the sensations felt by visiting the Apartheid museum are similar. To think that all of this happened such a short time ago and its collapse was only sixteen years ago. It was uplifting to walk out knowing that the struggle for equality and hope was succeeded for many future generations of South Africans, unburdened by the ills of the past. “To be free is not merely to cast off ones chains but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others” N.Mandela.

The day I saw a Lion in the wild

So I was fifty metres away and didn’t really get as close as I had hoped. The Lioness was also tucked away in heavy shrub which made her very hard to see. I did what I had set out to do however and that was to see a Lion in its natural habitat, tick! It was early out of bed yet again as we set off on the three hour bus ride to Pilensberg National Park. Pilensberg is located to the north west of Johannesburg The park has a rich array of southern African wildlife including the Big Five, the five most dangerous game animals in Africa. In the Pilanesberg Game Reserve today live most of the animal species of southern Africa these include lions, elephants, black & white rhinoceros, African buffaloes, leopards, zebras, hyenas, giraffes. The Giraffes were spectacular and are such a graceful creature to watch for long periods. The tour ran for approximately two hours as we took in much of the 572 squares of the park. It was freezing and for this time of year many of the animals were either not in the mood to venture closer to the man made tracks, or wake from their long winter naps. It was an experience like none we would come across anywhere else in the world but Africa so therefore I am grateful for the opportunity to be able to see first hand what we have long watched on programs like National Geographic. A highlight was a traditional African lunch at the conclusion of the gives new meaning to the term ‘Zebra Crossing’.tour. I am not sure what it was called but it looked and tasted much like a beef curry with rice, with sides of roasted vegetables, grilled fish, and potatoes. Thanks to Aaron we were able to take this great photo which you’ll see below. It gives new meaning to the term ‘Zebra Crossing’.

The universal language of Poker

I was like a little kid in a candy store as I stepped foot into Emperors Casino in Johannesburg. The décor and layout of the Casino floor resemble ancient Rome so I was instantly taken aback by its splendour. We immediately made our way to the restaurant area which again was decked out in Italian themes. After dinner we walked around for a little before a few of the boys decided to put together a syndicate between four of us. We changed 100 Rand each (AUD $15) and began playing Texas Hold Em heads up vs. the dealer. We started off slow but immediately began to find some rhythm as we got used to this unconventional style of Poker. The beers flowed and we had a ball playing small amounts purely for the novelty factor. We didn’t realise at the time but beer at the tables is complimentary and for the first hour we were purchasing them over the bar. Not a big deal when you’re paying 50 rand (AUD $7) for four stubbies of Castle Lager but still, we felt like we were being short changed. To make up for our error we made sure we made up for money we had already spent on previous purchases. What I found totally amusing by the experience at the table was the amateur approach displayed by the dealers. Maybe I am just used to the professionalism that Crown Casino dealers show at the Poker tables but here at Emperors when I would fold a hand the dealer would pick them up before the hand has been dealt, smirk and say something along the lines of “man, you shouldn’t have folded, that’s bad Poker”. I had to laugh. When in Rome…almost! In the end each of us walked out with a 500 Rand chip each in our pockets. That covered dinner, the beers and the cab home. You have to love a free night out! It didn’t end there though. Having been vigilant with security up until this point, there was no way we were going to let our guard down. We asked Casino staff to call us a cab through a ‘reputable’ Taxi service. When the cab arrived, possibly due to the Dutch courage caused by the amount of Beer consumed, we thought we could bargain with the Driver. Not happy with the 300 Rand asking price, we demanded to be taken home for 250. The driver wouldn’t budge so we jumped out back into the freezing cold and waited for another one. As the cab sped off we realised that we were bargaining for a difference of AUD $3 to go back into the cold when the hotel was literally five minutes away. Small problem is that one didn’t come for another half hour. When it did, the driver received a rapturous applause by the Melbourne boys as not only were we happy that he was there but he quoted us 180 Rand. We ended up giving him 200 for good measure. No stopping at red lights etc.

Seria A + La Liga + Jogo Bonito = BRAZIL

As I sat and was enjoying the way the Brazilians were knocking the ball about, it struck me why I love watching them so much. Only one player in their starting line up (Robinho, Manchester City) plays outside of either Spain or Italy. Its not like I don’t enjoy the EPL, but I much prefer the game of chess that Roma, Barca, Inter, Milan, and Real provide, to name a few. Brazil plays a combined brand of Football seen in both La Liga and Serie A with a touch of ‘Jogo Bonito’ known only in the Brazilian game. A highly tactical game of precise positioning in possession deep on the field, and when not in control of the ball. In the final third of the ground is where the ‘Selecao’ will never change and is the one aspect of their game that makes them completely unique. Their unpredictability and skill in and around the penalty area is what has won them five World Cups. This is why they are still my favourites to win it again. During his reign at the helm, Dunga has brought a highly tactical game and complimented it with Brazilian flair. In comparison, Brazilian teams of the past concentrated more on the latter. Before, the old adage was let them score two cos Brazil will score three! They have arguably the strongest centre back pairing at the tournament in Lucio and Roma’s own Juan (I was very excited to see him play last night. I let out a few Roma chants which he didn’t hear but I got a few stares from the locals around me in the stands). Although North Korea were gallant, Brazil never hit top gear. Like what we have already seen from the likes of Argentina and Germany already in this tournament, Brazil will be there come the latter stages and if my early tip rings true be standing on the podium at Soccer City on June 11.

As I have done at the previous three matches I’ve attended, I didn’t sit in the seat prescribed on my match ticket. I dragged Ron and Aaron with me this time as we took up a position on the bottom level. I love South Africa!

Off to Emperors Casino tonight and Pilensburg National Park tomorrow.

World Champions kick off

Having gone a good portion of the South American qualifying campaign as leaders, Paraguay come into this World Cup with their best squad ever. I couldn’t find a lot of confidence going into the Group F opener. We decided to stay in to watch this one, so we ordered food (they deliver everything here), Joey and I threw on our Azzurri shirts and we sat in front of the box to enjoy what was an entertaining match. I should have probably gone with the clan to the pub as I had to endure a few disturbances throughout. Matt and Nathan complained about the Cape Town weather, Aaron kept insisting that he feels no love for his father’s home country, and Musky was still going on about the formation Australia played the night prior.
For all the possession in the first half, we really had nothing to show for it and it was the Paraguayans who went ahead. Even at half time however, I still felt that we were playing well enough to mount a come back. It was my man De Rossi who was able to latch on to a loose ball in the box and equalise to get us back on track.
The game against Paraguay looks on paper as the toughest in the group so we should qualify easily for the second round. As perennial slow starters I can’t be disappointed with that effort. I do still feel that Iaquinta is a liability and I would have Quagliarella or Pazzini ahead of him in the starting line up. What’s pleasing is that Lippi has options. Hopefully the Buffon injury isn’t too serious. Forza Italia!

Dry Lips, Luzza Luggage, Seat Hopping and Orange Victory

Creators of Lip Balm, Chapstick etc definitely make a roaring trade in places like Johannesburg. I believe that the local supermarket in Bedfordview ran out of stock as the throng of Australians cleared their shelves within days of arriving. I quickly found out that the air at altitude has a tendency to make your lips dry up quicker than the Australian sun. Thanks to my room mate and fellow Green & Gold Army on tour staff member, Joey Luzza, help is never too far away and I now carry my little tin of lip medicine everywhere I go.

You see, Joey is just the seasoned campaigner when it comes to travelling. He takes what us less frequent globe trotters as his duty to ensure that we are all well catered for. Dry Lips? Joe has ample supply already packed. Small stain on your shirt and no time to spare? Never fear as Joe has a travel tube of OMO spot stain remover. Overseas adapter compatible with South Africa? Yep, you guessed it. There are a few other subtle things that Joe has done in the first week over here that has made our transition as smooth as possible. I joked the other day that if I am to attend another World Cup and Joe decided not to come then I would give it a miss  In summary, Joey is nothing short of a modern day Leyland brother.

Joey and I with Zakumi, the World Cup mascot.

Today, Joey and I took the reigns as we took a bus load out to Soccer City for the Holland-Denmark game. After the long trip back from Durban overnight, we only had an hour or so to prepare as we left the Hotel at 9.30am. The tired and weary showed great stamina as we enjoyed the day at what must be now one of the Worlds great stadiums and one which will host the final on July 11. What’s become evident is the leniency of the ushers and volunteers inside the stadiums across all venues. Last night at the Germany-Australia game I didn’t fancy sitting on the top deck (as per my match ticket) so Jason, Kat and I headed straight down to the corner flag on level 1 and picked a empty pocket. Earlier I had been given a Category two ticket to sit with Stef Paoli and Sam Fava, and then found a level 1 ticket in my hand thanks to Jason who found it on the floor! So, in the end I went home with three match tickets.

Fast forward again to today, our seats were literally in the nose bleed section. Not happy with that, a few of us went down and stood behind the goal. Ushers at the entry points couldn’t have cared less and were more soaked up in the atmosphere than anything else. At half time, one young lady approached me and asked where I was sitting, all while dancing and bopping away to the official Shakira World Cup song that was blaring through the speakers. How can you that seriously?  So I just laughed, she laughed, we came to no real conclusion and we stayed standing where we were. It brings me to another subject of how over regulated we are in Australia and how you’re normally ejected for so much as sneezing in Australian stadiums. We can leave that debate for another time. Its now become a challenge for us that we must try and better our seats at each game. Legend status will be given to anyone that scams their way into a corporate box! Let the games begin.

My original seat

My self upgraded seat

The Dutch controlled the match for the most part and came away with a deserved 2-0 victory. What I enjoyed most was watching action away from the ball manoeuvring and in particular the way the Dutch kept their shape. They defend so well and are very difficult to break down. Their pivoting when not in possession will make them a formidable adversary as the tournament progresses.

Tomorrow we’re off to Ellis Park and Brazil-Korea. Looking forward to seeing one of my Roma heroes, Juan in action in what on paper looks like an easy start for the ‘Selecao’.

“Football is a simple game; 22 men chase a ball for 90 minutes and at the end, the Germans always win” Gary Lineker.

It’s difficult to write anything positive about the game in Durban. Our Socceroos were outclassed and outplayed by a much superior team. The Germans ability to slow the game down in the middle, wait for the exact moment to drive forward and then create chance after chance was sublime, as much as it was agonising to watch. The movement of Podolski, Klose and Schweinstieger combined with the link up play of Ozeil was arguably the best I have seen live. Crisp passing, speed, deadly finishing; The Germans had it all. Australia never looked comfortable and I dare say that if Pim Verbeek had his time again then he may opt for a structural change. Tim Cahill cannot play as a lone striker, he never has. Playing Valeri and Grella together did what Verbeek intended. It closed the centre channel in the midfield but in doing so allowed the wide players for Germany to expose the flanks. Phillip Lahm only required a split second to win his battles with Culina. When Timmy was given his marching orders, albeit incorrectly, the Socceroos should have put up the gates and consolidated. We couldn’t penetrate with eleven men so there was a very unlikely chance we were going to score with ten. The question lingers as to whether Germany were really that good, or we were that bad? Defensively, we were sub international standard and I can’t remember an Australian team playing an offside trap, especially against a quality opposition. We were eaten up and it’s lucky that we only conceded four.

What’s certain is that Pim will have to earn his keep this week. What he does now is anyone’s guess but we do have time up our sleeve to not have to panic. Let’s go for broke. Tim is out, throw Harry and Bresc in and let’s see how the Ghanaians stand up to an onslaught.

The dreams of God

Children grow up acquiring heroes in which they idolise and sometimes hope to emulate. Football has always been my passion and Diego Armando Maradona was my very first Football idol. Running around in a suburban park in Melbourne many years ago, I would knock the ball past the monkey bars, weave past the swings, play a quick one-two with my Grandfather as he willed me toward goal. Once there, I would hit the ball as hard as I could and then run off as I celebrated a pretend last minute winner. I would then at the top of my lungs shout, Goalllllll Diego Armandoooooooo Maradona goal goal goal goal GOALLLLL!

My adoration for the greatest player to ever set foot on a Football field has never waned. In fact, it has grown stronger as the years have passed as I have become more technically aware with the mechanics of the game. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that his abilities as a coach are directly opposite to the feats he managed as a player. its fair to say that he is well below the likes of the current crop of Football masterminds like Capello, Mourinho and Hiddink. That’s ok though, not all Champions make great managers. What Maradona does bring is his passion and ability to rally his troops to give everything they have for the national shirt. He seems more of a motivator than a manager. I would argue that he does have some technical nous and a bucket load of inspiration to match. One thing about Diego that all would agree on is that he can be erratic and often makes decisions that leaves us all a little perplexed. One on those which has left Argentineans shaking their heads was the selection of Ariel Garce in the 2010 World Cup squad. The story goes that a month ago, Diego had a dream that Argentina won the World Cup. In his dream he remembers running onto the ground and in the insuring melee and mass celebration he can only recall rejoicing with one player, Garce. Garce has become a symbol of Maradona’s unconventional approach. For a thirty year old who has only played for the ‘albiceleste’ four times and plies his trade with lowly Colon, the selection for the World Cup seems ludicrous, especially when you consider that Zanetti was left out. We will know in the next few weeks if fate plays a part in helping Argentina claim their third World crown.

The closest I got to my boyhood idol at the Argentina vs. Nigeria match

Altitude, Messi and Ellis Park

Ellis Park in Johannesburg, famous for South African Rugby and in particular the 1995 World Cup triumph was the venue tonight as it hosted Argentina vs. Nigeria. The stadium itself is stunning, with steep stands providing excellent viewing from any vantage point. The match lived up to expectation as the speed and dash of the Africans pitted itself against the flashy skills of the South Americans. Lionel Messi deserves particular attention and showed a spell of brilliance which has made him the worlds best. His ability to maintain control of the ball at full speed, riding the bumps and use the ball effectively is so good, its frightening. As we all know now, Argentina won and looked to only be in third gear but it was the performance of the Nigerian keeper that stole the show. A personal highlight was watching the antics of Maradona on the sideline. His extroverted manner is a joy to watch.

I went for a run with Musky this morning. Having never run at altitude before, I now realise what all the fuss is about. After 2km, it felt that I had run 10! The air just thickens up very quickly. We then hit the Virgin Active Gym at the Bedfordview Country Club. Awesome place with TV’s affixed to each treadmill and bike.

Tomorrow we are off to Durban for the much anticipated first up clash against Germany. News out of the Aussie camp is that Pim has been tinkering with the squad over the last few days and its anyones guess what the starting line up will be. Harry has apparently been tearing it up on the training track but is still unlikely to start the match. There is much excitement at the GG Army base here at Hotel Nicol. For some, it will be their first chance to see Australia on the biggest stage having not been to Germany. I am starting to get flashbacks of the night before the Japan opener four years ago. We were in Munich having a quiet dinner and then early night as we had to board an early morning train to Kaiserslauern. Tonight the pre opening game ritual has been maintained as we ventured to a restaurant called “Rhapsody” and watched England vs. USA. At 6am tomorrow morning our convoy will depart Johannesburg bound for Durban to mark our new date with destiny. Fingers crossed that the outcome is similar to that magical day when Timmy bagged two and we got the ball rolling. Come on boys, come on Australia!

Welcome to Africa

There was a time when a black child was not able to play Football with a white one. Times have changed. The World Cup being staged in South Africa is seen as nothing short of a miracle by its people. That’s the message has stood alone among the natives we have spoken to during the first couple of days on tour.

Settling into Bedfordview, an upmarket suburb of Johannesburg has been relatively easy. Any negative pre conceived thoughts have been quickly dismissed. The suburb is literally the “Toorak” of Jo’burg and is safe to wander, shop and eat at. The boys have already found their ‘local’ in terms of pub and eatery.

I have been kept fairly busy as part of the GGArmy on tour staff. The first few days are obviously pretty hectic as we have checked in all tour participants. Once we’re over that then we can start to enjoy the tour a little more. Sleep depravation has been both forced and self inflicted over the last two nights. We hit a nightspot called DAO the day we arrived. The place was packed for a Wednesday night. Found myself at a urinal with two guys from the “Black Eyed Peas” but didn’t realise until I was at the washer and they were out the door, flanked by two 7ft Afrikaans.

The welcome briefings have been both very informative and eye opening. We had the High Commissioner for Australia speak about the dangers and the ‘do’s and don’ts’. Fairly straight forward but with fifty murders a day and various other criminal activities to be wary of; we must stay vigilant and look out for each other. As much as this country is known for its beauty and zest, its dark side still lingers. We had a school attend yesterday and the kids sang the national anthem in front of the gathered tour participants and staff. It was moving as much as it was symbolic.

I am bunkered with Aaron, Joey and our two local staff members, Matthews and Nathan. Both from Cape Town and the loveliest guys. We touched on the ‘Apartheid’ subject on our first night and it was an insightful discussion to say the least. I am sure we will have further discussions about South Africa and its history over the next three weeks. I want to really delve into the history of this country and hear the first hand stories of those willing to tell me.

A group of us attended the official FIFA Welcome concert last night at Orlando Pirates in Soweto, headlined by Black Eyed Peas, Shakira and Alicia Keys. Soweto, the most urban township in Johannesburg and famous for the Soweto uprising in 1976, is predominately a black population which existed under the Apartheid dictatorship. Driving through on the way to the concert, I was immediately struck by the horrendous living conditions and quality of housing. Literally, four sheets of core gated iron can house an entire family in what the locals call ‘match box houses’. The concert itself was rocking. The locals really love their music and there wasn’t one person in the stadium that wasn’t on their feet dancing away. Speakers included President Zuma and FIFA president Sepp Blatter. Franz Beckenbauer, Patrick Viera, and Archbishop Desmund Tutu.

Vuvuzela – Anyone who watched the Socceroos lead up games against Denmark and USA will be familiar with the Vuvuzela. They are also known, amongst Australians as those ‘annoying horns’. Locals are blowing them on the streets freely and while they demonstrate the vibe and party atmosphere, they become very tiresome to listen to. I purchased one and look forward to annoying you all with it when I return home. Word on the street is that FIFA may ban them from World Cup stadiums after tonight. I can’t imagine what it will be like at Soccer City with the majority of the 94,000 strong crowds blowing into a Vuvuzela. Deafening is the first thought that comes to mind. A non important thing that just came to mind…. Whites pronounce it VooVooZela, the coloured folk say Vu-VuSela.

It’s just great to be here and am still pinching myself. Today is the official start of the tournament and the country is buzzing. ‘Bafana Bafana’ (The Boys) will kick it off tonight at Soccer City when they play Mexico. I really hope that South Africa does well in this tournament. It’s always an exciting feeling being in the host nation when their team is playing well and progressing through the tournament.

Off to enjoy the party…. World Cup 2010 starts NOW!

Get your Kit on

The shirts are packed, the boots are polished and we're well hydrated. Nothing much else to do now but board that plane bound for Johannesburg.

If it hadn't previously sunk in, it has now. Messages coming out of South Africa by the entourage who have already arrived suggest that the continent is well gripped by World Cup fever. As you can probably imagine I cannot wait to get there and begin to experience it first hand. Just over five hours now till departure as I write from a cold and wet Melbourne overcome with nervous energy.. Have I forgotten to pack something? Will I arrive at the Airport in time? Just things that really one shouldn't stress too much about but I tend to regardless.

My fourth World Cup experience will take in a new continent and one of the last frontiers that FIFA had yet to conquer, Africa. The 'Rainbow Nation', as it is affectionately known will have the eyes of the entire Earth staring directly at it for a month as it hosts the 2010 World Cup. I am looking to enjoy the cultural experience as much as I am the Football. Just like Japan/Korea in 2002, this World Cup gives visitors the chance to sample a culture and its people that they may have never encountered otherwise ; But thats what Football does, it brings people together and has an uncanny habit of being able to broaden ones perspective on many levels.

South Africa itself is located at the most Southern tip of the African continent. The country is bordered by the Atlantic Ocean on the west and by the Indian Ocean on the south and east. It is a country that I know very little about aside from what we've learnt about Apartheid, Mandela, and its re-enetering into the Commonwealth. I hope to explore this uncovered gem in more detail and find explanation into its many complexities. I want to speak to many locals and hear their stories. I want to see the natural beauty of the continent and its wild inhabitants.

However, for every great thing you read about South Africa its mirrored with stories about disease and bloodshed. The economic boost that the World Cup will bring will hopefully be used in tackling things that continue to plague the country. We continually hear of the great divide between the middle class and the poor, the high crime rate and the HIV epidemic. The legacies that the World Cup leaves behind will be scrutinised just like the performances by the players.

One player who wont be taking part in the Tournament is Australian goalkeeper, Brad Jones. Brad pulled out of the squad two days ago after having learnt that his 4 year old son has been diagnosed with Cancer. As much as we love Football and the joy and agony it brings with it, its something like this that puts it all into perspective. Best wishes to Brad Jones and his family through his terrible time. He can rest assured that the Australian supporters will spare a thought for him during the tournament and the boys on the park do him proud.

So who will win?... The wait is almost over and a ball will soon be kicked as the show gets under way. Those many months since the draw have thrown up a few questions and much speculation about how the month will pan out. Can Capello's England go all the way? Will Italy defend their Crown? Can Maradona steer his unpredictable ship toward Johannesburg and the final? Are Spain really as good as the form guide suggests, or will Brazil just simply turn it on when it matters and sweep all aside? Questions which have been talked about and fiercely debated since the draw last December. If its not Australia or Italy then I would love either Argentina or a African nation to take the honors. Argentina you ask? Well, having been a fan of Diego Maradona since a young age I would love to see him win the tournament as both a Manager and player, having accomplished the latter in 1986. History suggests that the winner will come from one of the traditional Football powers but never before has a World Cup tournament been so evenly poised before its kick off.

The shirt is on and my boot laces are tied. Lets play!