Sydney FC 1 Newcastle Jets 1
Sydney FC’s reward for their endeavours in Melbourne last weekend was a home first-leg semi-final against newly crowned premiers Newcastle Jets. What followed gave us no indication of what the final outcome will be, the visitors being awarded time and space on the break, but the hosts having perhaps the bulk of the highlights reel in a sometimes tense draw. All eyes on McDonald Jones Stadium next Saturday when our boys in blue go looking to repeat their early-season demolition of the Jets in their own backyard.
We’re now into bonus game territory, and this one fell on a very busy football day; we battled the heavy traffic through Sydney to get to the Entertainment Centre car park which was as full as we’ve seen it, ending up on the highest level that was open. The concert queue at the Hordern Pavillion didn’t give any indication of the genre of music served up by Mariah The Scientist but we had other plans, the march at the Tibby Cotter bridge, which saw a wall of police officers block the western side of the bridge in preparation for the arriving masses out of the darkness. A superb chant for Tiago Quintal brought smiles to everyone’s faces. The march across to Allianz Stadium was incident free, instructions from authorities making it clear that any flare action would lead to the whole march being denied entry on arrival. Such pettiness, much like the removal of the drum and mega at CommBank Stadium, already suggesting an us vs them confrontation that was totally unnecessary. Luckily the police presence was limited, as it should be.
As a result of being in the march, we were earlier than expected into the stadium, drinks and dinner of champions of sushi and hot chips acquired, and we retreated to our usual seats. Great to be back after the last game when we treated ourselves to the Sydney Arms, but we were surrounded by lots of unfamiliar faces, many of them not in the least bit interested in the what was about to unfold down below. Akol Akon was in the starting line-up, this was positive, but the Jets teamsheet looked menacing and Sydney would need to be on top of their game in this one. The new pre-match experience was much more palatable, no blaring music, and the growing atmosphere and expectation was more than enough to build anticipation for the arrival of the teams. Perhaps those in charge have finally realised that football is the entertainment and we don’t need the razzamatazz shoved down our throats before the game.
There was confusion down below when our fearless capo appeared and then disappeared – luckily he was back for kick off and with his expert drummer by his side, they whipped up a frenzy in the Cove.
The game was off to a flyer early on, Sydney having won the toin coss to shoot towards the Jets fans in the first half, and a goalmouth scramble in the early exchanges almost saw the ball bundled in up the far end. Goal machine Eli Adams warmed the home fans by taking his eye off the ball and letting it run out of play to a chorus of jeers. Alexandar Popovic showed us some silky skills to play his defence out of trouble before playing a suicidal ball across goal that thankfully wasn’t punished. We had the strange sight of Rhyan Grant positioning himself in left midfield, himself and Ben Garuccio having tracked their players to opposite sides, and it took a break in play for them to swap back and restore the balance.
The SFC chant had the drum steaming again, but Sydney should have been a goal behind from a corner that was deflected high into the air and caused a mad scramble right in front of goal, Harrison Devenish-Meares waiting for his moment to pounce on the ball. It was exciting, Sydney looked dangerous, Paul Okon-Engstler was aggrieved to have been booked for his first foul, although it didn’t look too clever on the replay. It was all to play for at half time and the crowd had been thoroughly entertained.
Half time is always a good time to have a walk around the stadium concourse to see the sights, the Jets fans still confident of a result, and bemoaning Okon Jr’s inclusion in the Socceroos ahead of former Sydney FC fan favourite Max Burgess. Sydney FC were out on time for kick off, the referee team was out, but there was no sign of the Newcastle Jets; perhaps this was mind games, perhaps they were getting a roasting from Mark Milligan.
After Quintal had shown some sublime skills, Sydney FC had the lead quickly and it was a controversial goal; a deflected ball high in the air seeing the excellent Mark Natta and Apostolos Stamatelopoulos challenge for the ball. From our angle, it looked an obvious foul from the Sydney striker, nudging the Jets defender as he rose, but the ball broke perfectly for Stama, who bravely connected with the header ahead of goalkeeper James Delianov and sent the ball into the net for 1-0. There was doubt about the validity of the goal, the referee was happy to award it, and the nervous few seconds before the resumption of play gave way to cheers as the goal stood.
The lead wouldn’t last long. Quintal fired in a fierce shot that was punched away and all of a sudden the Jets were on the break on the left, Clayton Taylor taking advantage of some generous defending to break clear, and his excellent cross-field pass found Adams who lashed the ball past the advancing HDM for 1-1. Attack to defence in five seconds, and Sydney’s defence was ripped wide open. Stama took a touch and curled one just around the post right in front of us, so close to a second. Delianov’s number on his shirt didn’t seem to be painted on correctly, but he was in good form.
Paddy Wood appeared and everyone shifted in their seats in anticipation, but it was Jordan Courtney-Perkins who went close from a corner, the replay on the screen perhaps justifying his appeal to the referee for the corner. Wood was free in the box waiting for someone to pass to for the tap-in and somehow emulated Eli Adams by letting the ball run out of play unchallenged, looking to the skies and the assistant referee in dismay. Sydney were building, but the Jets looked dangerous every time they ventured forward. Joe Lolley came on to great applause, Akol Akon’s injury perhaps well timed, and his trademark runs down the right started to give Sydney an edge. The players were too eager to pass to him, choosing him as the wrong option at times, but his skill on the ball was undeniable.
There was some ping pong in the penalty area up the far end, as danger man Xavier Bertoncello teed up a series of shots that were cleared; it was exciting, it was frustrating, it was everything you could hope for from a semi-final first leg. Okon Jr played a dodgy ball across field which alomst opened up the Sydney backline for a counter attack, but the Jets gave it straight back. There was a late shout for a penalty as Wood teed up fellow sub Ahmet Arslan, but he took an extra touch which invited the contact and it would have been harsh. There was further drama as Victor Campuzano was adjudged to have fouled his defender and was clean through, but the referee decided it was a foul; swap that with the Stama penalty appeal and you have two very similar situations.
That was enough for one night, and the referee brought the game to a close. There was no big celebration after the game to mark the final home game, there was a quick walk around by some of the players to acknowledge the crowd and then some signatures. Joe Lolley was doing his warm-down all by himself until the Jets subs joined him; he was very available for selfies and signatures afterwards, suggesting that it could be his final appearance for Sydney FC here tonight. What a shame if it is!
We filtered out into the night, u-turning to go for a quick drink when we saw the queue to get out of the car park, and were back in the north west suburbs of our fair city around 11.30pm, exhausted but happy after a positive football day and a real chance at getting something in Newcastle on Saturday.
I urge everyone who can get up to McDonald Jones Stadium next weekend to do so. The lack of trains is poorly timed, but there are buses being laid on by Sydney FC – I’m sure they’re not free. It will be a big rush after a 3pm kick off to get there in time for kick off and in time to get a car spot, but we’re in. See you next Saturday for the biggest game of the season at what will surely be a full-house in Newcastle, and if the scintillating form of Wataru Kamijo and Paul Okon-Engstler continues, we’re in with a huge shot. Forza Sydney FC!

























































































































































