Behind the goal was magic that night. I just remember everyone in the train to central being so stunned to have finally broken the hoodoo/hoarse from all the screaming all game it was almost eerie silence. The booing was incredible. After the bitter bitter disappointment of Iran ,( Peter Hoare can just fuck off) where I def cried, and the previous Uruguay and Argentina playoffs ( I have Israel and Scotland as vague memories) it just was something that I’ll never feel anywhere close to ever again in my life.
Interesting to see an article on one of our players from outside the Australian media.
He certainly has an infectious confidence Awer. maybe we won’t get arse blasted.
“I’ve got that title now of ‘oh, refugee kid’. It’s more for the headlines, for people to try to feel sorry for me, but they never try to understand who I am,” Mabil explains. “Not many would say: ‘he came from Australia to now play in La Liga.’ They’ll say ‘from refugee to …’ I lived in the refugee camp. I was born there, I was there until 10 when I moved to Australia. And I lived in Australia 10 years, so it’s half-half. When you pick just one side for a headline or to make people feel bad, you’re forgetting my other half. And I want to be there for everybody.
"…Come to Europe and South Americans are regarded as Gods because football’s their sport. There are a lot of Australians who are better than South Americans or Europeans but just get judged differently. It’s like me coming here: ‘Australian?!’ Get on the field and they’re like: ‘oh, you don’t play like an Australian.’ And I ask: ‘how should an Australian play?’ They think an Australian doesn’t dribble, do skills, play football. When you start expressing your football, they’re like ‘oh shit’.