Today, Tim Cahill announced his retirement. For all our footballing lives, he was there to bail us out. With him gone, it’s time we all become adults.
Let’s be honest. The Socceroos failed because we failed them. The entire journey to this point has been beset by negativity and cynicism. Time for a change.
Friday. Huzzah. Overnight, Australia didn’t win, but we found victory, Melania Trump wore words and a bunch of angry dorks wants to remake Star Wars. Ok.
High scandal this morning, as the Royal Family booted out the father of the bride, the Socceroos squad was thinned to 26 and Melania Trump now resides at a hospital.
It seems that the exciting appointment of Bert van Marwijk will be a passing thrill as control of the Socceroos will be handed to Graham Arnold after the World Cup. Yay.
Ugh, my head. While you weren’t present, Tim Cahill revealed our footballing entitlement, Seth Rogen’s mum hunted him on Twitter, and Donald Trump still can’t let the moron thing go. A rose by any other name, right?
The cold facts of May, a pouring wave of misrepresented disrespect and the hope of all bald men differentiate this week from all the others.
TGIF! What happened while you were asleep? Well, due to some absentees the Government lost its majority in the House of Reps, Jim Broadbent didn’t die and the Socceroos kicked off their World Cup qualification campaign.
Football tragic Mathew Mackie relives that moment a decade ago which changed everything. When the Socceroos qualified for the World Cup.