Lebanon 0 Australia 5
Tuesday night in Canberra, and a hastily arranged international fixture brought the Socceroos to GIO Stadium to play a second FIFA World Cup 2026 qualifying game against Lebanon in a week. Swathes of empty seats at kick off belied the belief that this game was a sell-out, the now predictable transport issues of this ageing venue causing headaches once again; those present were already celebrating after two minutes when Kusini Yengi converted a delicious Craig Goodwin cross at the near post to open the scoring. With the scoreboard programmed for the oval ball, the score quickly blew out to 0-12 and stayed that way until the temporary residents worked out how to increment by one, but the Socceroos couldn’t add to their tally at the break despite some simple chances. A second half in the comfort zone was started with an unlucky own goal, followed immediately by the sweetest strike you’ll see from Goodwin, and goals from John Iredale and Goodwin once more had us at 0-5 at the end. Lebanon were all over Australia for a short time towards the end as Josh Nisbet’s debut didn’t quite go to plan, but in truth the game was over in the 50th minute and this was good practice for the much much harder games to come in the next round of qualification.
A midday departure from Sydney and a dream run down the highway had us at GIO Stadium soon after 3pm, banner, flags and the drum in place, ready for the evening’s entertainment. The stadium and the playing surface were perfect in the hot afternoon sun, and this moment gave us memories of the Matildas last visit here two years ago when Alanna Kennedy broke her nose, Aivi Luik shaved off her locks, Australia prevailed against New Zealand and the country was starting to go Matildas crazy. That gave us a bit of time to check in to our accommodation on Northbourne Avenue and then head down to King O’Malley’s for a 0% Guinness and a quick chat with our fellow Socceroos tragics on a picture-perfect autumn day. Oh, happy birthday Matty!
Experience led me to fetch the car at 6pm and head back to pick up the gang, instead of relying on the well-intentioned but inevitably unreliable shuttle buses through peak-hour traffic. The hour we spent in heavy traffic last time here, and this nerdy-square killjoy decided that an early departure from the pleasant surrounds of the patio in front of the pub would be preferred to a late arrival and potentially missing some of the game. Turns out we got to GIO Stadium well ahead of time, but then stood perplexed as the players emerged for the anthems to a half-empty venue.
Smoke haze from a burn off behind Black Mountain that we could see earlier in the day made for some spectacular shots of the stadium as night fell. The scene was set. The players lined up for the anthems, Australia first as the away team, the active fans in the end opposite to where we would normally be for a home game. Surprisingly there was very little interest from the Lebanese community, a handful of flags and a few white and red shirts, but very little noise to suggest there was much support. The anthems were well received for both teams, and the game was underway soon after.
You can watch highlights of the game online, but from the active fan’s point of view, this was a tough one. It was clear that the rest of the fans in the active bay were disinterested in making noise or standing up, more of a theatre crowd than a football crowd, and hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. No doubt they had no idea they were in the active area anyway, and after explaining that no, I wasn’t going to sit down, the group behind were quick to relocate into empty seats around the bay. Such a common scenario, and one that does often end in angst. Remember those fiesty mums who insisted on sitting in their allocated seats at Townsville, and ended up joining in? One day we’ll get it right and there’ll be a full active bay with fully active fans. Those few fans that did subscribe to actively baracking for their team were on point though, MMTV on the drum bashing away for the duration and revving up the crowd. Poor Chris received a stray ball in the scone from some wayward shooting practice from the Aussies pre-game, but even that couldn’t dampen his spirits.
The scoreboard provided some amusement for the crowd, the score sitting at 0-4 after the opening goal before blowing out to 0-8 for a few minutes as play went on, and then peaking at 0-12 before someone worked out how to bring the scores back down and 0-1 was confirmed as the scoreline to a big roar. That first goal up the far end looked strange – it took a view on the big screen to see that Yengi had hit the post and the ball had ricocheted off him for a freak goal. Definite suspicion of offside in the build-up but we didn’t care. No VAR as far as we were aware. There were quite a few good opportunities, Harry Souttar rising at the far post to head against the post, and it was a surprise that the score was only 1-0 at the break. Patient build-up or slow decision-making, take your pick.
The active block had been joined by Mike Polak, old school Green and Gold Army and Independent Boys Australia stalwart as well as deft lyricist, with his young son Leo, and also an eager Portsmouth fan who muscled in for a quick bash on the drum but was good value with his singing and chanting for the rest of the game. This gave us some volume for the rest of the game and we’d like to think we made at least some noise to pierce the deafening silence from the rest of the pedestrian Canberra crowd.
A poignant moment at half time when Michelle was approached by Sarah, daughter of Adam Dunbar, a loyal follower of the Socceroos over the years, who just wanted to connect with the active supporters in memory of her dad who sadly passed away. Great to see that the active fans are considered a family, although for this Canberra crowd it was probably the family members that you invite over once a year and look forward to them leaving as soon as they arrive.
Half time was also time for some hi-jinks from some Aussie larrikin or other, a content-creator who played goalkeeper against a wee little girl and played the pantomime villain perfectly by saving a penalty that was meant to raise money for charity. The skit went on a bit, eventually the referee appearing from the tunnel and impatiently blowing his whistle to push them along a bit. They continued after the Lebanon team had come out, looking bemused at a bunch of Aussies larking around in their goal. The crowd seemed to like it. I wasn’t quite following, but as a foreigner to Tik-Tok, that was no surprise.
The second half was good fun. Australia scored straight away, a free kick saved by the Lebanon goalkeeper and deflected into the net by a defender, almost a carbon copy of Yengi’s goal. They scored again within a minute, and what a beautiful strike. A swift break from the back and a lofted ball out to Goodwin sat up. It looked a perfect scenario for a shot on goal on the half volley, one that usually sees the ball end up in the crowd, but Goodwin’s exquisite execution saw him catch the ball perfectly to drill the ball home for a cracker. His goal celebration was odd, making a mask for himself like superman; someone will need to explain it, or maybe he’s already talked through it before. Whatever the case, it was a superb finish. Patrick Yazbek then crossed perfectly for John Iredale to nudge home, and he seemed to be emotional as he celebrated in front of the fans. That left Goodwin to complete the scoring when Iredale’s cross was diverted into his path. Of course this all took place behind the advertising hoardings so we couldn’t really see, but a bit of imagination and we could tell the ball was there to be buried. Which he did. Goodwin booted the ball so high in the air in celebration.
MMTV dismissed a young wannabe and his youthful sidekick who wanted to take over the drum – perhaps the fact that he was an unknown, wasn’t joining in at all, wasn’t even in the active group, you know, the basics, counted against him. The mood down in the cheap seats as the game wore on was great – lots of attempted new chants that got the crowd going, plenty of laughs and nothing to worry about on the field, even when Lebanon seemed to take the game by the scruff of the neck in search of a consolation goal. Nisbet played a few misplaced passes and was dispossessed, but he did get a good reception when he came on. The waving of the flags prompted calls from behind to ‘put the bloody flag down‘ as the game came to its conclusion – after all the pitch of the seats is remarkably shallow – and the final whistle was greeted with muted celebration as a lot of people had sloped off early to try and get ahead of the impending traffic chaos on a school night.
The players were given miniature balls to hoof into the crowd and eventually came to our end. Yengi hurdled the advertising hoardings and made his way straight to our Pompey contingent and handed over his signed ball, a lovely touch for a fella who was quite obviously an ardent fan. The flags and poles wrapped up and we were off, walking past the post-match chat from our friends at Paramount Plus as the players completed their circuit. We headed out into the traffic, which wasn’t that bad given the volume of cars, and headed back to base camp for some late-night beers in front of a replay of the game that we had watched from a distance, over the hoardings, past the flags and through the net. Goodwin’s goal was a cracker still.
Was this the best national team experience? No, I don’t believe it was. There was some good football, a lot less play-acting than expected, and our Socceroos won handsomely to continue their march to Mexico. Football Australia looked after us with an active bay which was small but vocal, and trying out some new very viable chants was great. He drives flashy cars, gets paid in gold bars, walking in a Goodwin wonderland. Love it. The traffic nonsense and the half-empty stadium at kick off and at the final whistle was a shame, and the home crowd was very quiet, only rousing for a Mexican wave that ran around the stadium even though the action on the field was absorbing at the time. One day, one day, we’ll have a scenario where everyone in the stadium is invested in the game, the result is key, the desire to make noise will take over, and we’ll have the whole venue rocking to raucous fevered chanting. In unison. With passion. Not just yet though.
This post is dedicated to the memory of Adam Dunbar. If you or anyone you know is suffering from PTSD, make sure you seek help.