World Cup Match Report - Aussie Broke
My Heart
John Duerden reports on Australia's win against Japan in the opening
game in Group F
It was easier to see Australian fans drinking in the bars and pubs
of a busy and balmy Frankfurt
on Sunday night than it was to see them on the 7:54 breakfast special
to Kaiserslautern
for their opening Group
F match with Japan. It was the blue-shirted Japanese that were
well-represented on platform seven for the first train of the day
– insert national stereotypical remark here.
During a World Cup, when life revolves around football and the
games, it is easy to forget that normal life continues.
The hordes of commuters on a Monday morning into Frankfurt's main
railway station, ready to keep the wheels of one of the world's
main finance and banking sections well-oiled, had to fight their
way past groups of Japanese, some of whom getting rather well-oiled
themselves, knocking back bumper bottles of Becks beer.
Still, as one would expect at such a time, the atmosphere was
restrained, although with the train due to arrive in the small city
of Kaiserslautern
at 9.20am, a full five and a half hours before kick-off, there was
plenty of time for spirits to rise.
Spirits had been pretty high the previous day too, with the Australians
in a confident mood prior to their meeting with the Asian champions.
"It's going to be easy, 2-0" said a group of Antipodean drinkers
on Sunday afternoon.
Even the more restrained Socceroos were predicting a first ever
win for Australia in the World Cup.
"Our midfield and attack will be too strong," said Paul Thornfield
of Newcastle, "we may not have great strength in depth but our starting
eleven is pretty good."
More sober reflections were in evidence from the Japanese on the
train.
"It's not going to be easy," said Takuro Mikami, a 23-year-old
studying Danish in Copenhagen.
"But we have to win the first match, it's so important if we want
to reach the second round. Our coach Zico is very famous but as
a coach he is not so intelligent. He is lucky though and that will
help us."
Friend Madoka Sawata was so excited that she hadn't slept for
two days.
"I don't know much about football," she started, "but I haven't
slept for two days."
Japan were first into the stadium too and had filled the front
of their end with banners and flags while the Australians were still
ordering their first beers in what must have been the busiest Monday
lunchtime in Kaiserslautern's small city centre since local boy
Fritz Waller lifted the 1954 World Cup after a 3-2 win over the
mighty Magyars in the 'Miracle of Berne'.
In the build-up to the kick-off, the yellow-shirted fans were
treated to 'Down Under' by Men at Work while those in blue got 'Big
in Japan', a slightly smaller eighties hit by Alphaville that was
pretty much ignored and stopped halfway through.
How Japan must wish the same thing had happened during the game!
The first half finished with Zico's men leading 1-0 thanks to a
controversial Shunsuke
Nakamura 'strike'. The Celtic star's cross eluded Mark Schwarzer
and bounced despairingly or delightfully, depending on where you
are from, into the Aussie goal.
It was incredibly hot even in the press box and in the second half,
the players were visibly wilting. Such a sauna-like scenario means
that the use of substitutes is of paramount importance. Hiddink's
turned out to be inspired, Zico's less so.
The introduction of Tim Cahill and then John Aloiso turned the
game and the duo scored the three goals - the first ever World Cup
strikes from the Aussies - that broke Japan's hearts and sent the
Australian fans, who seemed to outnumber their counterparts, into
raptures. It was harsh on Japan who with a little more imagination
and precision in attack would have the game beyond the reach of
even the redoubtable 'Roos'.
"It's impossible to describe the emotions of that game," said
a sweat-soaked and hoarse Stuart Walker after the game. His girlfriend
holding a stuffed kangaroo could only manage 'revengeroo, revengeroo.'
The first train back to Frankfurt
was packed but largely subdued. Most of the Australians were starting
to find their voices again in the bars of Kaiserslautern.
It was hard not to feel for 26-year-old Japanese postman, Tetsuya
Tsuchi, who had travelled all the way from the northern city of
Sapporo to see one game, to see his team throw it all away in the
last six minutes.
"I have had my heart broken," he lamented. "By Aussie."
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