I was at Telstra stadium on Wednesday night!! I drove to the station with my bag packed. On the train there I was nervous not knowing whether I would get a ticket or not.
I got to Olympic Park station fairly early and there were not many people there yet compared to later on. Immediately scalpers approached me offering me a $50 ticket for $200. They loved to chat. The two main ones had English accents and they all one by one aked me how much I was willing to pay. The English ones laughed and said "perhaps later" and the Indian guy swore at me and shook his head.
I went into the giant pub area and the main English scalper followed me offering me a restricted view ticket which I declined, to his disbelief. In the big pub area were hundreds of Aussie supporters drinking and chanting meaningless or crude chants in party mode. I had a look in the overflow park and there were hardly any seats and the "big" screens were not all that big anyway. I bumped into my old pastor who loves to go to big sporting events. He actually had someone to go with.
I went back to the scalping area and found it full of action. Some Uruguayan supporters got surrounded and harassed which was amusing. I eventually bought a ticket from a guy who explained to me "that guy's a scalper!" as to why he was selling it to me. So I got a $95 ticket for $78. He also sold another one to a German tourist who I would be sitting next to. We had a chat, then I went into the game.
There was a pre-match interview with John Travolta on the big screen (who thought "football" referred to gridiron when asked a question). Then the teams came out and the crowd booed the Uruguayan anthem, which I participated in. Well, not for if they hadn't have been so arrogant before the match, as a guy said on the train "they buried themselves".
Then the game kicked off and the Uruguayans started diving everywhere. A golden chance fell to Recoba which he wasted, much to my glee although the rest of the crowd were still shocked. Must be the Asperger's. Heck, I went to the game by myself, what do you expect.
Then the supersub Harry Kewell came on who tormented the opposition for the rest of the night. And sure enough he was involved in the goal when it came, and the crowd roared when the net shook. The players came from everywhere into the huddle to celebrate.
For the rest of the game the Uruguayans had a couple of good chances, the best of which was a free header from a corner right in front of us. Then extra time came and the crowd were quieter, a bit more tired and more nervous. There weren't many chances in extra time but Australia still played better.
So then the shootout came, and the idiot announcer saying something about the goalkeeper becoming the hero, even before the shootout was over. Kewell was first and scored his kick. Then Schwarzer made a save and the crowd went bezerk. Viduka missed, then Schwarzer made an even better save. Then a woman behind me tapped me on the shoulder and wanted me to pick up her mobile phone which she dropped, which I did. I turned around in time to see Aloisi bury his penalty and the crowd went wild and I hugged the German guy who was a bit disturbed by that. Then the guy in front of me hugged me. Not that I care about soccer or anything.
The players were celebrating like mad, and fireworks went off, which was a bit arrogant I spose but we deserved it. Then the stupid announcer told everyone who came by public transport to leave, which of course everybody ignored. They set a stage up in the field and the players wore the sponsor's t-shirts, also a bit arrogant. Then that psycho SBS commentator got up and spoke like he was about to murder someone. He presented the players to a rousing reception.
I decided it was time to leave so I got on the train. A drunk Australian (in some way) supporter next to me got stuck into some Uruguayan supporters, of whom one beefcake threatened him, and he stopped. This was also amusing.