Newcastle Jets 3 Sydney FC 1
Happy birthday to me. Bah! After half an hour we were wondering what had gone wrong as the Sydney FC defence left the right back spot completely unguarded on multiple occasions and succumbed twice to relatively soft Jets goals. With Robbie Mak sent off for a ridiculous moment soon after, the game changed completely and all of a sudden we saw the real Sydney, Fabio Gomes scoring a fantastic goal just before the break. A third goal, contentiously awarded following an offside check, ended the Sky Blues’ hopes, and this was yet another game when a red card spoiled what had been a good contest. There will be plenty of conjecture about the manner of the sending-off, Cancar crumbling to the floor and then smiling when he got his fellow professional dismissed. What an arsehole!
A game that was third choice on the footballing menu for Sunday coming into the weekend suddenly became the only football game of the weekend as the autumn rain took care of local and NPL football and tickets were secured on Saturday night for the annual trip to Newcastle to face the Jets. Being the day of my forty-twelfth birthday, we decided to leave Sydney early at 10:30am to make use of a beautiful day to have a fancy lunch on the Hunter in the heart of Newcastle, foregoing our usual Sunnyside Tavern stop and walk through the mud to the stadium. Got to say it was a lovely way to spend a couple of hours, and our Chilean waiter was very interested to hear that we were going to the game.
We arrived in the car park with twenty minutes to spare before kick-off, the Ticketmaster ticket-sharing proving too difficult even for Michelle to navigate at the car park entrance, and we were at the gate five minutes later. Of course Gate 4, the one miles around the corner, which was printed on all of our tickets, was not open, and there was nothing to say that it wasn’t. Luckily some Sydney fans returning from the trek warned us and we went in with the home fans at the main entrance. Poor JD had been on an epic journey since 8:30am and had only just got to the stadium, and felt that he would never get in to watch the game, but there were plenty of Sydney fans already in the away bay, in full sun and ready to party. Good to see Dylan, ardent national team supporter, ready to give it his all for his beloved Jets at the picnic-blanket end, and we were supremely confident of a result.
Michelle took cover in the shadows in the seats at the back of the stand, while I ventured into the Cove to enjoy the full away-day experience. The Cove were in fantastic voice, even trying out a new song that I’d never heard, which took a little getting used to, but the originals were belted out with all heart. Sydney looked slick on the ball, the linesman on our side was already having a shocker looking straight into the sun – calling a ball out when it was nowhere near and struggling to keep up with play that was ebbing and flowing relentlessly. All of a sudden Jets bundled through a couple of challenges to fire themselves into the lead through Clayton Taylor, and not long after, they had two when the silky Reno Piscopo fired into the roof of the net at the far end. This was going badly. We’d had all the play, forced corners and looked great going forward, but two breaks had found us understaffed at the back and we paid the price.
And then came the moment we’ll all be talking about for days. There was a minor scuffle on the far touchline in front of the benches, and Mak appeared to brush away serial pest Phillip Cancar as he berated the Sydney player. Down he crumbled as if a murder had taken place, and milked the contact so much that the red card was shown to disbelief from the crowd. The incident was replayed on the big screens. If this had been subjected to the pub test, the pub patrons would have laid the boot into Cancar to make sure he was down for a reason. Piss poor from a professional footballer. The Jets fans knew that comedy feigning had been rewarded with a dismissal, so to them it would have been as funny as all hell, but we were not amused.
The Cove chant matched the mood and let the Newcastle players how soft they were.
Ufuk Talay gave the Jets player a lengthy serve as play resumed and Fabio Gomes didn’t hold back when the two players met moments later. This was going to be spicy. Two-nil down and a player short, most teams would shut up shop and enter damage limitation mode. Not Sydney FC. We’re used to this scenario. Reds’r’us. With Luke Bratan now playing with pirouettes and flicks in his game, they conjured up an incredible goal to reduce the deficit with a few moments left before half-time. Anthony Caceres played the ball through for Gomes, who found himself outnumbered. His short ball to Caceres ahead of him saw Sydney’s fleet-footed midfielder back-heel an impeccable ball back into the path of Gomes, who finished brilliantly with the outside of his right foot.
The Cove went crazy. Game on. What a goal! Life in the Sky Blues yet! Half time was spent in the shade, the queue for the water fountain long, the hot sun having been in our faces the whole half. My sun cream was empty.
And so to the second half. Sydney looked good. They were taking risks, but that’s what you have to do up against the extra man, and they were looking good for an equaliser. The risks though were exposed when the impressively-named Apostolos Stametolopoulos broke the offside trap and waltzed through to score. He was sure he was offside and there was no celebration. The linesman and referee were in full discussion, the flag eventually going up ten seconds later to confuse the crowd even more – it definitely looked off, and we were in a good position. However, after a lengthy delay, the goal stood and the Jets could celebrate.
The sun was finally sinking below the main stand. The stewards came to tell the Cove youth to put their shirts back on. Don’t want to get a chill when the sun goes down! A fourth goal looked inevitable when Stametolopoulos tapped the ball around Redders for Taylor to smash into the empty net, but Hayden Matthews had read the play and stretched his long leg to divert the ball away, an incredible goal-line save that had the Sydney fans pumped again. Aside for some long range efforts that were over and wide, and some superb play from Maxi Burgess that had us on our toes, the final whistle went to condemn us to defeat.
The scenes at the end were of pride in the players, who all received a lot of love despite the scoreline. High-profile Sydney women’s capo MMTV was signing shirts, as she has done in the past at this venue, Redders was happy to pose for a photo with the birthday boy and it was widely accepted that Sydney had put in a good shift even in defeat. There was no rush to get to the car, the traffic to get out notoriously stubborn, so we stayed til the end, chatting to a staff member who travels up from Sutherland to work at McDonald Jones Stadium, and to the seccy lady in the bright pink boots who had scolded the young punks who were goofing around at the end of the game. We were out of there soon after, and after negotiating the one-way system, we were back on the road to Sydney, darkness descending soon after we entered the motorway.
A pit-stop in Berkeley Vale to see friends who have recently moved into the area was lovely to break up the journey back, and we were back around 8:30, weary but happy to have been able to attend the one remaining football game from the six that were planned for the weekend. If this is one of the last football games ever played at McDonald Jones Stadium, this is going to be disastrous for football in Australia. Having said that, a crowd of only 5,500 against a local rival doesn’t fill the football fan with much optimism.
With the scoreline not in our favour and the sun beaming in our faces for the majority of the game, this was still a fantastic away day following Sydney FC. The Cove was in fine form, the players showed determination after the sending off, the goal was a thing of beauty, Caceres’ back-heel simply delightful, and that goal-line clearance was truly miraculous. With a lovely seafood lunch at a superb restaurant overlooking the water, with boats passing and people sitting in the sun on the grass, pre-game was suitably decadent to welcome in another year. The matchday experience was excellent, the mood was uplifting and the players know the task next week. Beat, beat, West Sydney.
Forza Sydney FC.














































































































































































































































































































































































