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Just something that made me laugh that i thought i would share. Note: i am an eagles supporter
Source: The Bell Tower Times from Facebook, sorry cant figure out how to link this.
"The Eagles are running plays straight from the Schapelle Corby play book
1. travel 4 hours
2. have an unexpected bag kicked on them
3. put up a s**t defence
4. bring great shame to their home state"
funny.
Source: The Bell Tower Times from Facebook, sorry cant figure out how to link this.
"The Eagles are running plays straight from the Schapelle Corby play book
1. travel 4 hours
2. have an unexpected bag kicked on them
3. put up a s**t defence
4. bring great shame to their home state"
funny.
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Australia looked like witches hats, and Brazil hardly got out of 2nd gear.
We looked more like scoring own goals, than ever actually scoring a goal. In the 2nd half in particular, we seemed more intent on trying to hang on to possession, than going forward with purpose. I'd much rather see us have a go when going forward, and give the ball up, than d1ck around with it for 30 seconds, and give it up, without ever setting up something promising.
Very disappointing. We seem to have gone backwards.
We looked more like scoring own goals, than ever actually scoring a goal. In the 2nd half in particular, we seemed more intent on trying to hang on to possession, than going forward with purpose. I'd much rather see us have a go when going forward, and give the ball up, than d1ck around with it for 30 seconds, and give it up, without ever setting up something promising.
Very disappointing. We seem to have gone backwards.
I wonder if the Australian sporting public have fallen "out of love" with the Socceroos.
World Cup qualifying so far of 4 wins and 4 draws but the team just does not seem to have that "star" factor of 2006, 2010 & 2014 apart from Mooy , Rogic , Juric.
Have they announced who the captain will be for the Confederations Cup ?
World Cup qualifying so far of 4 wins and 4 draws but the team just does not seem to have that "star" factor of 2006, 2010 & 2014 apart from Mooy , Rogic , Juric.
Have they announced who the captain will be for the Confederations Cup ?
I said the same thing to my wife actually. Very disappointing turn out considering the turnout for the Argentina game. Kinda doesn't make sense, although Messi is one hell of a drawcard I suppose.
Disappointing performance by us but a few big names out so was always going to be an uphill battle. That last minute pretty much summed up the night though; the defender trying to clear and striking it perfectly to almost score an own goal, then the perfectly executed corner.
Worst loss on home soil for some time I believe. I just hate to think what the score would've been if Neymar and Jesus played!
Disappointing performance by us but a few big names out so was always going to be an uphill battle. That last minute pretty much summed up the night though; the defender trying to clear and striking it perfectly to almost score an own goal, then the perfectly executed corner.
Worst loss on home soil for some time I believe. I just hate to think what the score would've been if Neymar and Jesus played!
Iraq and Japan draw , massive result.
Japan 17 points
Saudia Arabia 16 points
Australia 16 points
IF Japan beat us in August they will qualify and then could send a B side to Saudia Arabia for the last round.
Saudia Arabia play UAE in the next round away then Japan at home.
We need a result in Japan to keep them honest.
Japan 17 points
Saudia Arabia 16 points
Australia 16 points
IF Japan beat us in August they will qualify and then could send a B side to Saudia Arabia for the last round.
Saudia Arabia play UAE in the next round away then Japan at home.
We need a result in Japan to keep them honest.
I shall relate to you all the extraordinary happenings that occurred last night, when I made an unexpected appearance for the Brisbane Lions Football club.
As with most dreams, I found myself gaining awareness of my situation whilst the match was in the middle of taking place. Whilst I was cognizant of the probable mood of onlookers, who would both suggest that I, playing in my first Australian Rules, let alone AFL, game, had no business being anywhere near the field. Others made the snide remark that I was just about on the level of the Brisbane Lions anyway. Desiring to prove myself, yet reluctant to prove my detractors right, I settled myself on the outskirts of the action, trying to put pressure on my Bulldogs opponents; without the risk of getting too much of the ball with which I could do more damage to my own side with my ineffective disposals.
I found myself on the wing as a rushed clearance rebounded outside the defensive fifty for Brisbane. I found myself one on one with no one in close for a quick handball, and incredibly, I managed to win the footrace. Filled with exhilaration, I saw the open spaces that were ahead of me, and prepared myself to bound forward, notwithstanding the fact that I had little idea how to bounce the ball.
Suddenly, a great obstacle loomed, in the form of a grey, foreboding tower of hewn stone, that stretched from the forward flank deep into the fifty. My opponent was nearly able to reach me, so I had to kick around the corner to a mass of players.
The ball traveled about sixty metres; incredible for the likes of myself, who struggles to put the ball further than 20 metres. Despite the riskiness of the kick, it came off very well as Zorko took a step into a tiny pocket of space and took a solid mark.
I was vaguely aware of Supercoach during this time; but I had little time to worry about how my players were going in the game; I'm not sure what position or price I was; bargain basement, I assume.
The massive tower must've been cleared at some point, because later I found myself crumbing a ground ball on a reasonable angle about 30 metres out from goal. Encouraged by my earlier kick, I quickly snapped on the boot and I was pleased as the kick seemed destined to result in a goal.
Alas! Such is the nature of dreams, that it was not to be. Instead the ball struck a white t-shirt hanging on a steel clothesline hovering five metres above the turf. I pounced on the contested ball; seeing a couple of lions around the goalsquare, including Beams, I tried to handball over the top for an easy goal; unfortunately, the ball had transformed into a white t-shirt. I desperately tried to send 'the ball' forward, but being a white t-shirt, trying to handball or kick it was a fruitless endeavor. I heard the rebukes of my teammates as I squandered the easy opportunity, but still I toiled; the t-shirt wafted and waved in the wind, and I won the contested t-shirt time after time. Eventually I gave up on trying to pass it off, and forced myself to the goalsquare.
I smothered my own kick on the line as the breeze blew part of the t-shirt back into me.
I think that I eventually managed to convince Dayne Beams that I wasn't entirely at fault for the kerfuffle.
As with most dreams, I found myself gaining awareness of my situation whilst the match was in the middle of taking place. Whilst I was cognizant of the probable mood of onlookers, who would both suggest that I, playing in my first Australian Rules, let alone AFL, game, had no business being anywhere near the field. Others made the snide remark that I was just about on the level of the Brisbane Lions anyway. Desiring to prove myself, yet reluctant to prove my detractors right, I settled myself on the outskirts of the action, trying to put pressure on my Bulldogs opponents; without the risk of getting too much of the ball with which I could do more damage to my own side with my ineffective disposals.
I found myself on the wing as a rushed clearance rebounded outside the defensive fifty for Brisbane. I found myself one on one with no one in close for a quick handball, and incredibly, I managed to win the footrace. Filled with exhilaration, I saw the open spaces that were ahead of me, and prepared myself to bound forward, notwithstanding the fact that I had little idea how to bounce the ball.
Suddenly, a great obstacle loomed, in the form of a grey, foreboding tower of hewn stone, that stretched from the forward flank deep into the fifty. My opponent was nearly able to reach me, so I had to kick around the corner to a mass of players.
The ball traveled about sixty metres; incredible for the likes of myself, who struggles to put the ball further than 20 metres. Despite the riskiness of the kick, it came off very well as Zorko took a step into a tiny pocket of space and took a solid mark.
I was vaguely aware of Supercoach during this time; but I had little time to worry about how my players were going in the game; I'm not sure what position or price I was; bargain basement, I assume.
The massive tower must've been cleared at some point, because later I found myself crumbing a ground ball on a reasonable angle about 30 metres out from goal. Encouraged by my earlier kick, I quickly snapped on the boot and I was pleased as the kick seemed destined to result in a goal.
Alas! Such is the nature of dreams, that it was not to be. Instead the ball struck a white t-shirt hanging on a steel clothesline hovering five metres above the turf. I pounced on the contested ball; seeing a couple of lions around the goalsquare, including Beams, I tried to handball over the top for an easy goal; unfortunately, the ball had transformed into a white t-shirt. I desperately tried to send 'the ball' forward, but being a white t-shirt, trying to handball or kick it was a fruitless endeavor. I heard the rebukes of my teammates as I squandered the easy opportunity, but still I toiled; the t-shirt wafted and waved in the wind, and I won the contested t-shirt time after time. Eventually I gave up on trying to pass it off, and forced myself to the goalsquare.
I smothered my own kick on the line as the breeze blew part of the t-shirt back into me.
I think that I eventually managed to convince Dayne Beams that I wasn't entirely at fault for the kerfuffle.
