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As Football gets serious... Alpha corners the men who hold season 2010 in their hands. We have an exclusive interview with STEVE JOHNSON, the Geelong star that sees things others don’t. Mark Thompson (and others) tell why. ROBBIE FARAH, the tough yet creative Tigers skipper tells why his team should…
Still No-One Knows Anything
Jea-ayzuz, will this Ashes just, like, start, already? The new most-hyped series in the history of the world doesn’t kick off for another 10 days, but in the minds of hundreds of coaches, players, journos, bloggers and various hangers-on, it’s already been played 50 times, and won, lost or drawn. It’s fair to say everyone thinks they know something, but no-one knows anything yet because not a ball’s been bowled.
Eager for any scrap of any information, the media has seized like a starving wallaby on the Aussies’ 12-a-side glorified net against Sussex, during which run-fest only one person got a ton (not Aussie) and Nathan Hauritz got one wicket. What does any of this mean? Next to nothing. Someone got to see a bit of the ball, someone else got to turn his arm over. Still, no-one knows anything. Read this from coach Tim Nielsen? “I am open to the idea of waiting to see what we get in Cardiff as far as the wicket is concerned.” This means, “Everyone just calm down.” But you won’t.
“I still think when I look at the guys in the top five, top 10 in the world, I still feel like I'm good enough to be up there.”
Lleyton Hewitt reminds everyone he’s not quite dead yet.
Good to see the future of Australian football/ soccer is in safe hands, after that bloke who nailed Newcastle Jets to the foot of the A-League quit cold to go work for the AIS. Gary van Egmond, who had a long contract with Jets (but who cares about that?), signed off with a 0-6 panning against a Chinese side called Pohang, before taking all his cunning and expertise to teach the country’s next generation of superstars…
Was that Confederations Cup thing the best tournament in the world, or what? God alone knows what it’s for, but a bunch of supposedly knackered players went over and scored as many goals as they could in as short a time as possible. Including the You Ess Ay, who went from being whipping boy to beating Spain, the world’s best team, and nearly doing in Brazil in the final. Who needs the lumbering behemoth of the World Cup, when you’ve got this? Oh, yeah, Australia does.
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