On the upside, that was the most amazing sporting experience of my life. On the downside I’m now wondering if I’ll ever witness a better show in my life – what if this was the greatest sporting moment I’ll ever witness? What if it’s all downhill from here?
I’m talking about Liverpool Football Club’s pre-season
trip to Melbourne. To cut to the chase, the game itself against the Melbourne
Victory was fairly boring. The Victory had their chances but were never
realistically going to win while Liverpool, despite winning 2-0, appeared
disjointed and lacked quality in that final pass to players in goal-scoring
positions.
So that’s got the game review out of the way. Now to the
overall experience. Once my travelling compadres and I had recovered from the
3am start to catch the red-eye flight from Wellington, we hit the outlet mall.
Almost immediately we began to notice a sprinkling of replica LFC shirts, some
of which matched my season 2012-2013 version and some of which were shout-outs
to kits of the 1980’s, 1990’s and early 2000’s.
There were numerous exchanges of the customary greeting
involving a lifting of the eyebrows, usually without an accompanying smile and
certainly requiring no accompanying words. As we entered day two of the trip,
and yet another mall, the replica shirts became an increasingly common sight.
Due to increased numbers of shirts encountered the eyebrow lift greeting was
replaced by a very slight nod of the head that simply said “yep, I see you and
I acknowledge that we are ‘as one’ due to our common love of the Mighty Reds”.
Later that day the prevalence of red on the streets of Melbourne had
intensified further and I was disturbed to realise that I was on occasion
failing to acknowledge some of the wearers.
By the time game day arrived, for every suit-wearing
banker on Collins Street there were three Liverpool kits of varying
appearances. People were starting to appear ridiculous if they weren’t wearing
a red shirt. By now there were no greetings - if I nodded my head to every
fellow fan I came across I would’ve eventually injured myself I’m sure. I felt
like I was actually on Merseyside. Just when I thought things could not get any
better, a trip into a Rebel Sport store was rewarded with a one-day-only
special on new Liverpool shirts.
Around 6pm, we began our walk to the wonderful MCG. The
streets were now filled to bursting point with a flowing sea of red. The walk
slowed to a stroll, and then a crawl as the footpaths became full to
overflowing.
But then we were there; the massive magnificent
illuminated stadium reared up in front of us. A few escalators and 80 steps upwards
and we took our seats in row KK (it only goes as far as row MM). Even
half-full, it was an extraordinary sight below us. The seats filled steadily
and as the teams walked onto the field, there were 95,446 of us in attendance
(I counted). As I sat there I wondered if the Hurricanes had attracted that
many fans to Westpac Stadium over the course of the entire Super Rugby season.
Then the music started and the crowd commenced the obligatory rendition of
Liverpool’s anthem ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone’. I’m more than happy to admit that
a) I had a tear in my eye and b) my singing was not great.
The match kicked off and … (please see match report
above). The game went through its paces with few highlights. Then with about 15
minutes remaining, manager Brendan Rogers answered the calls of thousands of
fans to ‘bring on Suarez’.
Luis Suarez is gifted, quick and immensely skilful. He’s
also selfish, sulky and disrespectful. He wants to leave Liverpool and makes no
secret of that. His conduct in his short cameo on the MCG was embarrassing. He
often looked like he couldn’t be bothered and he regularly chastised his
teammates. And then the crowning moment; after he set up a goal right at the
end of the match he shunned his teammates’ congratulations and then appeared to
try to leave the field as he walked toward the tunnel. He turned back and reluctantly
remained on the field, seemingly when other senior players asked him to do so.
But it was a horribly awkward moment created by a man who was acting like a
child.
I think I speak for the majority of Liverpool fans who
were present in Melbourne when I say three things to LFC;
1. Thank
you for a fantastic experience in Australia
2. Please
win another Premier League title in my lifetime
3. If
you are offered 45 million for Suarez, take the money and ship the kid out
Crusaders vs.
Chiefs
‘The Crusade is Over’ said the headlines after the Chiefs
defeated the once-mighty Crusaders to book another Super Rugby final in
Hamilton. I thought the Chiefs were fantastic in what was a brutal affair. They
clearly played to a game-plan that included disrupting Crusaders ruck ball
whenever possible.
But ultimately the Cantabs contributed to their own
downfall. Dan Carter had a decidedly average evening in terms of his goal-kicking
with two awful dropkick attempts, one penalty attempt that missed by about 10
metres and one kick that unluckily struck the woodwork. Ryan Crotty didn’t help
proceedings when he threw a long pass that was intercepted by Aaron Cruden who
scored next to the posts. Cruden had a fine match, including chasing down
Crotty when the tryline was open and waiting.
But for me an equally defining factor was Todd Blackadder’s decision to wait till the 68th minute of the match to bring on the substitute wearing the number 19 jersey (R McCaw). Yes, I know the Matt Todd fan club out there is rallying behind their man. And he has been playing well this season (although perhaps not as outstandingly as some would have you know). But we’re talking about Richie McCaw here. Even a 70% fit McCaw is an outstanding player. On Saturday night, Tanerau Latimer was superb (again). I don’t think he would’ve dominated to the same extent against McCaw. Just my opinion…
Regardless, here’s hoping the Chiefs smash the Brumbies
in the final next week.
A List of All the
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Shot Val
How good is Valerie Adams? She is an astounding athlete
and one whose excellence I don’t believe we sufficiently appreciate in New
Zealand. She has won the shot put in 38 consecutive athletic meets against the
best (non-drug cheat) throwers in the world and to be honest nobody is even
close in second place.
This weekend she threw the shot a touch under 21 metres. Imagine
walking onto a rugby field, standing on the goal line, taking a single step
forward then throwing a shot all the way to the 22 metre line. That’s a long,
long way to throw such a heavy object. Adams looks very fit, very healthy and
very happy at the moment. I hope she continues to, using her own words, ‘smash
the s&%t out of it’ for many years to come.
Till next time,
SG