Socceroos’ welcome winter win

Australia 1 Cameroon 0

The onset of winter in Sydney gave fans plenty of warning to rug up for a Friday night in the elements, but they were warmed by the Socceroos who came good after weathering the early stages. The introduction of Nestory Irankunda was key to Australia unlocking the Cameroon defence, although they looked to have missed their (forever) golden chance after Devis Epassy made a simple save from Ajden Hrustic’s penalty with twenty minutes remaining. Cue Jordy Bos, ghosting into the box to finish off a smart move to give Tony Popovic an important win in their farewell game to Sydney before the FIFA World Cup in June and to spare us from a needless penalty shootout. The result was good, but there was much to discuss after the game and the fallout from the first-half display may be seen on Tuesday in Melbourne’s second farewell.

Uncle Michael West welcomed the fans to Accor Stadium, the rain having disappeared to unveil a beautiful Sydney evening, the Socceroos Active fans having trouble with the damp green and gold flags that were heaving in the stiff breeze. The period between games at a double-header, a proper one-ticket occasion, is always a strange one, the China fans having vacated the stadium en masse following their team’s 2-0 success over Curacao earlier in the night, uninterested in Australia v Cameroon. The Aussie fans at the Brewery at the Novotel next to the stadium were watching the Friday night footy, there was not a single activation in front of the stadium, save for a huge excavator which seemed to have no context whatsoever with the national teams, football or Australia. This was a far cry from last Saturday’s huge event here, and with the neighbouring Easter Show ready but dormant, the stadium precinct was quite a sorry sight. The anthems were well received by the paltry crowd, the Cameroon national hymn strikingly close to La Marseillaise, while the Australian national anthem was its usual rousing rally cry.

The silence at the opening whistle was again stark compared to the booming music that had filled the stadium in the lead-up, Australia’s line-up a hotchpotch of established quality, unknown quantities and first-team hopefuls. The Socceroos were immediately on the attack, Jacob Italiano’s low cross touched behind with Martin Boyle steaming into the box and Riley McGree was caught by Emmanuel Moungam to get the crowd off their seats. Passes were wayward playing out from the back, Alessandro Circati guilty of a dreadful pass when trying the long ball. Connor Metcalfe looked laid back as if on holiday, casually stroking one-touch passes out from the middle of midfield, and Italiano was full of running. Lucas Herrington was the next to be loose playing out from the back, and Cameroon won a series of corners, Arthur Avom lifting into the area, but Australia were resolute.

Surprise striker Demi Juric was clattered as he raced after a hopeful ball from Metcalfe, but received no sympathy from the referee, Cameroon putting the ball out when it was obvious he was in pain. Young Herrington looked composed and unflustered on his maiden appearance, Italiano took a hefty knock as the Cameroon midfield pressed; the Socceroos were holding their own against an opponent known for their physicality, Boyle handing out a reminder to his man with a late challenge. Maty Ryan plucked a ball out of the air before English Premier League referee Rob Jones made it difficult for the players, getting in the way trying to hurdle a ball with two opponents converging on the ball. Boyle was flattened in the box, Metcalfe handing out the retribution moments later, barging over Oliver Kamdem. This certainly was a tough game without being niggly, both teams unafraid to go in for low-percentage challenges. The referee was keeping the ball moving as much as he could, some of the challenges bordering on assault.

This was absorbing if not particularly entertaining, both teams decked out in classic kits, the Socceroos new number out this week and the Cameroon kit evoking memories of the glory years of football in the football-mad country. Juric didn’t look out of place up front, aided and abetted by Riley McGree’s advanced midfield position, but we were still waiting for the first real chance on goal. Italiano fashioned an opening from nothing on the right, McGree chose not to shoot with the crowd urging him on and Juric’s shot was eventually blocked. Cameroon got themselves into good positions, but the delivery into the area was woeful. When they did make it to the box, Kamdem was more interested in winning a penalty than making the most of Christian Kofane’s through ball. For the first time in football since the introduction of the new additional time rules for Qatar 2022, a half of football ended on 45 minutes, quite puzzling given the fact that we’d had both cards and stoppages.

A half-time reenactment of the 2005 penalty shootout save by Mark Schwarzer followed by an underwhelming repeat of the John Aloisi winner had the 20,000+ crowd interested as the half-time heroes went about their life-or-death mini-games. Cameroon were out for the second half well before their hosts, Boyle replaced by Awer Mabil and Nestory Irankunda on for Juric. Perhaps Tony Popovic had not been impressed by what he had seen in the first period. And the opening stages of the second half looked good for the home team, as they strode around confidently, drawing fouls from their more physical opponents. Mabil was close to connecting with a hopeful cross from the left, Bos won a corner from nothing on a rampaging run up the left, but there was still nothing to show in the shots on target column. The 50-strong pack of Socceroos active fans behind the Cameroon goal were doing their best to create atmosphere, but it was a hard slog., the acoustics of this stadium notoriously rubbish and the wind not helping. Ryan Fosso smashed one over the bar from distance, Italiano took a heavy knock but was still full of running. Mabil was slow to turn with the ball and was easily picked off, Cameroon not taking full advantage, this was quite a frustrating watch.

With Irankunda changing his boots and Italiano getting more running repairs, if this was a World Cup third-round group stage do-or-die shoot-out, one of these teams would need to go for it and cast off the shackles to get the win. It was unclear at this stage who that team would be. Popa went to his bench with a triple substitution as Metcalfe was receiving lengthy treatment, Paul Okon-Engstler, Aidan Hrustic and Cam Burgess all on. The entertainment had evaporated – if there was ever a time for a Mexican wave it was now. Or a goal. Italiano was close to finding Irankunda, but his ball in from the right was just too high, and when the ball went out to Aidan O’Niell, he was taken down in the penalty area. Play went on, the referee not interested, but at the next stoppage, the referee was invited to the screen, somehow VAR in operation today after making no decisions in the first game of the double-header, and the stonewall penalty was awarded. Up stepped recently-introduced Aidan Hrustic with his trusty left foot and found the arms of captain Devis Epassy, a thoroughly appropriate penalty execution in tune with the rest of the game.

This could and should have woken the game up, Burgess went close with a header after great work by Irankunda, and Irankunda himself worked some magic to keep a ball in that almost unlocked the Cameroon defence, but the rusty Mabil had strayed frustratingly offside. A stray plastic bag blew around the field, the urban equivalent to tumbleweed, but the 23,798 fans were still engaged, Irankunda again the architect with a surging run that brought a smart stop from Epassy. The crowd was at fever pitch as Mabil’s hopeful cross somehow got through to Irankunda, and the expectation was not met with reality as the gun striker’s shot was wildly wide. Another triple substitution brought some anticipation, Milos Degenek, Kai Trewin and Patrick Yazbek brought into the fray, and finally we had a goal. The Socceroos were building something, Okon-Engstler looked for Hrustic who just couldn’t reach the ball, and that unwitting feint allowed Jordy Bos to break free and calmly stroke the ball home for 1-0, no suggestion of VAR or offside. Maty Ryan’s courageous leap to claim a long ball moments later allowed the Socceroos a moment to compose themselves – they had five minutes to hold on, or even to go on and embellish the scoreline.

Irankunda bulldozed through the middle but forgot to offload, eliciting a tackle, a yellow card for the aggressor and a visit from the medical staff; a glance to his right and he could have set one of two teammates away on goal. The yellow card meant that Irankunda didn’t need to go off, and he was free to hit the free kick, and he did, the ball dipping in front of the goalkeeper, who grabbed the ball before there was further damage. The three minutes of stoppage time were without incident, Herrington having coughed up possession with the final kick but there was no time to pay for it. Irankunda dropped to the ground at the final whistle, his injury perhaps more than we thought.

The Socceroos had given a good account for themselves as the game wore on, the win was important, the opponents had been worthy and the crowd was engaged just enough to give a positive vibe heading to Melbourne. A fitting farewell to the Sydney crowd and for those bound for the FIFA World Cup. Were we entertained? Looking back on the game, we cannot deny there were positive moments that will have the supporters looking forward to their North American vacation in June, and the fact that the Socceroos turned what looked like a draw into a win was encouraging with the World Cup group stages in mind.

Post-match, following a difficult press conference with Cameroon coach David Pagou, Tony Popovic seemed happy with what he had seen. The heavy pitch, especially in the first half, had left his players fatigued, and that could play a part in his selections for the next game. There was praise for Herrington and Italiano, no injury concerns for Metcalfe after he was replaced, and getting the win and being able to bring in players at the same time was a massive bonus.

We move on to Tuesday now and a tough game against another physical team in Curacao. Get your tickets and see the Socceroos off to Vancouver with a smile.

Curacao left blue as China wonder what could have been

China 2 Curacao 0

We got our first chance to see World Cup qualifiers Curacao tonight, the mysterious Caribbean nation brought to our shores by the innovative FIFA Series initiative, and the first leg of their fantastic journey to the other side of the world ended in defeat against China. An even game of two contrasting styles, this was settled by a fabulous strike by Shihao Wei on the stroke of half-time and a reaction finish from Yuning Zhang on the hour. China may look back on this as ‘what could have been’, while they watch their opponents take the big stage in June, but tonight it was not as easy as it sounded.

We’ve heard the pulsating heartbeat music before, the FIFA International series borrowed it from the AFC Women’s Asian Cup, but that was the only familiar aspect to accompany the FIFA flag’s appearance on the field ahead of the two teams. An annoying drizzle drifted through Accor Stadium, the stadium security, well undercover, donning their plastic ponchos and ticket holders in the front sections moving back into the more expensive seats to stay dry. The national anthems were a gentle relief from the booming music, the stadium shaking with the heavy bass, the Curacao anthem almost a remix of Advance Australia Fair.

Wenneng Xie won a corner after only ten seconds of play, the sudden silence after the five second countdown was stark as the enormity of the mostly empty stadium was revealed. Curacao looked like Real Madrid in their all-white three-stripe strip, China in their officially red but more like fluorescent orange uniform recently sported by the women’s team in the AFC Asian Cup. China were controlled in possession, and a decent group of their fans had congregated in the corner of the north end to make themselves heard. Goalkeeper Eloy Room had to be alert when China broke the offside, but the opening exchanges were remarkably level, two opposing styles giving this a real-life World Cup group stage flavour. The familiarly-named Juninho Bacuna bent one around the post when a loose ball fell his way, this was gong to be an entertaining game.

The Curacao players rolled the ball around beautifully, captain and former Aston Villa player Leandro Bacuno playing the pivot, Kenji Gorre providing the width on the left, they were confident and physical and looked like a team destined for the World Cup. A bizarre indirect free kick on the edge of the six-yard box gave China a good position, A-League referee Alex King referee deeming that the defender got a touch when shielding the ball from the Chinese striker, but it was too close to goal and too acute an angle to be truly dangerous. A delightful curling cross from Sherel Floranus was well defended by China and Yudong Wang was booked for pulling back his man, the China fans having moved down into the lower bowl now that the rain had stopped and not enjoying the decision. Juninho Bacuna was in the wars, first running into his defender and then thumped to the turf within minutes but without the benefit of VAR there would be no sanction.

Shangyuan Wang rasped a shot over the bar from distance as China threatened, while Juninho Bacuna curled one just over when the ball fell perfectly for him inside the area. Sontje Hansen took down a great ball to lay off for Joshua Brenet to fire in a shot that was blocked, and Curacao looked dominant as half time approached. What a shock it was then when an innocuous ball forward was flicked on into the path of Shihao Wei, who took aim and delivered a devastating left-foot finish to open the scoring. It was more-or-less the last kick of the half and it was perhaps harsh on the Curaçaoans, but appreciated by the Chinese fans, who had swollen in numbers and were enjoying what they were watching.

The half-time break revealed pockets of excited Curacao fans in a crowd that had steadily grown since the start. Four changes were made by the all-whites, the distinctive big hair of Tahith Chong coming on to run the midfield. Wei cut in from the left to fire in a vicious shot that was routine for Room, and China were suddenly on the attack, Yudong Wang connecting with a cross but heading wide under pressure. An injury to Leandro Bacuna had the referee surrounded by players, but the situation was diffused quickly. Substitute Jeremy Antonisse cut in to fire one wide, this was fast, open, attacking football from two talented teams, the growing crowd appreciating the atmosphere being created by the Chinese fans in the north west corner. Yellow shirts and hats signalled the entrance of the Socceroos fans for the main event, just as China doubled their lead. Yudong Wang got lucky on the left but his skill to beat his player and his tempting cross had the crowd excited and when Floranus cleared only to Yuning Zhang, an instinctive finish had the ball nestled into the net for 2-0.

Curacao made further changes, as if trying to make excuses if the score blew out, but when Chong surged past his man and teed up Jarl Margaritha for a run at the defence, he could have done better. Curacao were now on the attack, Margaritha’s shot deflected wide, and China made a triple substitution to help confirm that this was truly a friendly game. Every positive moment for China was cheered, every contentious moment was jeered, and Curacao continued to press, Tyrese Noslin doing well to read the defender and stealing the ball to fire a stinging shot just past the post. For all of Curacao’s exciting play, it was China who looked the most likely to score, their numbers racing forward to excitedly join the attack. Another triple substitution freshened up the China team again, but Jin Cheng picked up a silly booking for an impetuous late tackle right in front of the ref. With ten minutes remaining, a goal might freshen up the occasion, the China fans already singing as though they had the game wrapped up.

Kevin Felida gave the referee another easy yellow card, slicing down his man in close proximity. By now the game appeared beyond Curacao, but they kept pushing, their passes starting to go astray. It was a surprise when the final whistle sounded, the additional time seemingly incongruous with the amount of stoppages, and the players politely exchanged pleasantries in the centre of the field before the teams saluted their very different number of fans in opposing corners of the main west stand. This had been a satisfactory victory for China – the way they started on the attack looked more ominous than a 2-0 win, and Curacao definitely had good periods of controlled possession and will be quite a match for the Socceroos on Tuesday in Melbourne. An entertaining evening here in Sydney’s sports precinct at Olympic Park, the crowd starting to build ahead of the main event of the evening, Australia v Cameroon.

Join us back here for coverage of the second game of this FIFA series double-header.

On-field bickering opens door for Jets

Sydney FC 1 Newcastle Jets 2

Sydney FC’s faltering attack gave under-fire coach Ufuk Talay more headaches as Newcastle Jets staged a marvellous smash-and-grab to shorten their odds of Premiership success and make former coach and playing legend Steve Corica’s job of retaining the crown that bit more difficult. On a baking afternoon where the Sky Blues looked to have done enough to come away with a point, following Tiago Quintal’s classy strike, they went for the win but ended up gifting their lively opponents one last chance, which was happily accepted to send their bank of fans into delirium. An exciting game, but more questions about the cohesion at Sydney FC as strikers barked at each other and refused to pass in a horrible series of misses.

The day started so well; with sleep and hangover cures pushed aside after Australia’s AFC Women’s Asian Cup final, the Matildas had no idea that they would provide the pre-game entertainment for the big A-Leagues clash up the road at Allianz Stadium. Catching a lift with super-capo MMTV but hitting the ridiculous traffic light sequences en route to Moore Park, we were running a little late, the grass car park almost full and the parking fellas taking their time to get everyone in place. As a result we were going to be late, but only a little, and we weren’t the only ones (hello Noel!) who were walking up Driver Avenue knowing that We Are Sydney was already being sung. Our regulars in Cove Heights were very few, the early-afternoon kick off and a hot day not conducive to a big turnout, but the Jets had brought loads of fans and were swelling the numbers all around the stadium.

Sydney must have won the toin coss; either that or Newcastle didn’t care less which way they were running, and an even start to the game was punctuated when Piero Quispe swept through his opponent from behind to earn a yellow card. The Rhythm of My Heart had just been sung by another small Cove when Newcastle should have taken the lead, young sensation Will Dobson firing in a shot, Harrison Devenish-Meares opted for the one spot not to push the ball out to, and Japanese winger Kota Mizunuma smashed the rebound off the post when he should have scored. What a let-off! Lachie Rose made a great effort to keep a ball in that he should never have been able to rescue and the in-form striker managed to get around HDM but couldn’t find a cross to a teammate for the tap-in.

The Jets looked slick, Sydney looked less so, Marcel Tisserand launching a ball straight out of play and he was booked soon after, hardly covering himself with glory upon his return to the side. The home team had a free-kick up at the other end, Ahmet Arslan and Ben Garuccio over the ball, and it was the former who struck the ball straight into the wall, and with the rebound too. We didn’t have to wait long for the Jets to make the Sky Blues pay, and when Sydney reject Max Burgess played a simple ball over to Mizunuma, he steadied himself and rifled an unstoppable shot past HDM for 1-0. His celebration looked like the starting of a petrol lawn-mower, but he thoroughly enjoyed the moment, as did his teammates.

The Rhyan Grant v Lachie Rose duel was entertaining, but it was up front where things were just not happening. Arslan lifted a ball over the top for Rhyno, but he’d stopped his run, then Garuccio was in a great position on the left but frustratingly chose not to pull the trigger. The sun was beaming over the main western grandstand, no excuse for Quispe’s rubbish control that saw the ball roll out. Tisserand treated us to another one of his collection of balls to no one, and Paul Okon-Engstler tried to play in Garuccio but it was too hard. The half ended with boos ringing around Allianz Stadium. The failings of this malfuctioning team were on display for all to see.

The half-time toddler race was a one-horse race, the Jets fans were loving life at the far end of the stadium, most people chasing the shadows as we had seen in the Asian Cup last week at Accor Stadium. As a result the crowd was concentrated in certain spots leaving swathes of empty seats. The Sydney Harbour Bridge pattern over the field was impressive. There was a massive queue for the merch shop, people deciding it was a more interesting place to be than watching the football.

Sydney were just really bad at the start of the second half, the passing was unimpressive, Alex Grant thumping a cross-field pass in the general direction of Garuccio, the ball bouncing out of play to hand the initiative to the guests. Victor Campuzano was full of running, as if he’d been told he had 15 minutes to shine or he’d be off, and he infuriated his teammates by going for goal from an acute angle when the easy pass was there. The Spaniard then had a chance when a clearance from the Jets’ keeper landed his way, but he’s no Juan Mata and his attempted lob was miles wide, albeit under pressure.

Alex Grant’s long ball found Apostolos Stamatelopoulos clean through, and he looked odds-on to score but put the shot wide, the offside flag raised to spare his blushes. The Alex Grant long-ball was the go-to move, this time Stama hauled down, Campuzano claiming he was clean through and would have scored had the ref played the advantage. Of course he wouldn’t have, there would have probably been an offside somewhere in there too. Captain Rhyno had a good chance coming in from the left, and his shot across goal was just wide with players homing in at the far post. There was a lot of applause when Campuzano was finally taken off, Al Hassan Toure on, but he was immediately offside and getting stick from his teammates as the team harmony looked to have crumbled.

A fan was seen being ejected, perhaps it was all getting too much for some, especially when Stama lined up a free kick and to a buzz of anticipation, blasted the ball way over the bar to groans from all around. It all looked lost when Toure played a ball out of play after Quintal had given up waiting for the pass, but it all changed soon after when Quispe waltzed through the midfield, drew players towards him and offloaded to Quintal on the right. The much-loved Lo Lo chant was reaching its rubbish-launching chorus line in the Cove when Quintal unleashed a shot that surprised everyone, nestling in the far corner, an undeflected goal from the talented youngster. Could Sydney go on to win it?

Toure was in the mood, but his radar was off, firing one wide when the Jets coughed up possession, and when Arslan played him in again, he only had eyes for goal, Stama booting the post in disgust when he didn’t get the pass for the tap-in. Sydney had decided to go for it, and when they lost the ball they looked exposed. That didn’t stop them. Forgotten man Jordan Courtney-Perkins was rusty, ballooning a cross over everyone, and the replacement of both star January signings, Arslan and Stama, with the game there to be won, was perhaps a nod to their unnecessary and destabilising recruitment. Crowd favourite Paddy Wood was on now, and he just failed to connect with a cross from the left from JCP, before Okon Jr slashed a long-range effort way wide, going for the spectacular.

The drama that was to follow was superb, if you were a neutral. Paddy Wood got there first in a one-on-one with goalkeeper James Delianov, and dived over the challenge, the penalty awarded to cheers from the Cove. It didn’t look like a penalty, and VAR took an age, but the decision of penalty or not was spared by an offside and play restarted with a drop ball. Moments later the ball was in the net up the far end, Ben Gibson slotting home but he looked offside even from our lofty position 100 metres away. The game was heading for a draw, but Sydney were doing the pressing, the Jets happy to wait for their moment. And it came. Okon was dispossessed, and the Jets broke up the right, Alex Grant labouring, there were two players in the box and Rhyno picked neither to mark, the ball falling for Gibson to prod home at the far post from a simple cross.

There was one last chance from a free kick with time already up, the Newcastle defence rushing up to play Sydney offside. Grant played on and finished well, but the Sydney fans never believed, the offside confirmed immediately. The final whistle sounded as a Newcastle player was down injured and boos rang out again.

HDM came to applaud the fans, but nobody was reciprocating, and he just shrugged his shoulders. This was a hard blank from the disinterested fans, but this was softened as more players came to give thanks to their supporters for making the effort. The goal areas were hastily cordoned off as the dwindling crowd awaited the families on the field initiative for Members’ appreciation day; there was no hesitation and we went on the field when the gates were flung open, the Jets players having finally finished their love-in with their jubliant fans.

The state of the Allianz Stadium field was there for all to see, all chopped up and not coping with the multi-sport demands, and there was a fantastic moment when the Newcastle Jets gadget man walked to the centre spot to plant his flag, Allianz Stadium wel and truly conquered by Premiers-in-waiting Newcastle Jets.

We left the stadium as one of the last, taking the light rail to the city where we would ultimately go our separate ways, Michelle in need of some down time after a manic three-week Matildas journey, while a boisterous Cheers Bar was to provide another painful home defeat for my beloved Toon Army in the Tyne-Wear derby.

Hard to feel aggrieved after such entertainment, and credit to Sydney for going for the win. The daggers being sent across the field at times told the story as Sydney wasted their golden opportunities, but ultimately Sydney once again proved blunt in attack and lacking in options in the penalty area. All the pretty football can only get you so far; it could have easily been Anthony Caceres instead of Piero Quispe, Jaiden Kucharski instead of Al Hassan Toure, the result would have been the same. A lack of penetration, a lack of application in the six-yard box and giveaways in the centre exposed Sydney to the ultimate sucker-punch which was delivered in style for the delighted Newcastle Jets fans. We get a week off now as the Socceroos go into battle with two unfamiliar foes, but we’ll be back before you know it for the run-in to the finals series, where Sky Blue may not feature at all. Forza Sydney FC!

Goal from nowhere seals Japanese glory

Japan 1 Australia 0

Australia remembered what football was all about on Saturday night. For anyone who was at the pre-game at the Royal Oak Hotel in Lidcombe or later at the Brewery at Sydney Olympic Park, you will have experienced what it truly means to be a football fan, surrounded by like-minded souls who just wanted to have a good time in the name of te sport they love. The boisterous, joyous mood was transported to Stadium Australia for a pre-game featuring Australian music royalty, which flowed straight into the choreographed pre-game sequence that we’ve all enjoyed for the last three weeks. The stadium was filled with the hazy mist of the pre-game concert as the photographers were corralled into position and the high-tempo music blasted throughout the quickly-filling stadium, Melissa Barbieri proudly entering the field with the trophy and thrusting it skywards as if she had won it once more.

The pre-game formalities were taken to another level, the fireworks crackling as the players waited in the tunnel and the flag-bearers moved into position as the bells tolled. This was just superb, the music was blasting, the stadium was almost full, the flags were extra-big, five instead of the standard three that we’ve seen, and the pulsating heartbeat music heralded the players onto the field. Smoke once again filled the stadium, the players lined up ready for the national anthems. Epic would be an understatement, the Sarah Brightman Phantom of the Opera number for Japan ending seemingly prematurely, while the stadium was filled with Advance Australia Fair, sung perfectly, the final line delivered faultlessly with just the right amount of delay to the final three words. Spine-tingling? Yes. A full Stadium Australia, even the non-viewing seats behind the opaque substitutes’ benches were filled, and not one person on level six was complaining about their view.

The countdown to kick-off was impeccable, the Matildas Active popping up at the other end of the stadium to where we’d normally expect them to be. Mary Fowler, Caitlin Foord and Sam Kerr combined for the first chance, a scuffed shot pushed behind for a corner, the stadium rising as one to salute the attacking intent. As the Matildas Active chanted, the stadium erupted in a slow hand-clap. Hana Takahashi drilled a cross-shot from the right that Mackenzie Arnold did well to smother. Japan had the ascendency already, Australia were in control in defence despite weathering the pressure, Riko Ueki unable to get good contact on a cross. The crowd was a peculir dynamic, the Matildas Active, fresh from their epic pre-game, making a racket, but instead of joining in with the chants, the rest of the fair-weather glory-hunting crowd was happy with the Aussie Aussie Aussie chant, a dagger to the heart of anyone who has followed Australian football longer than one game.

Kaitlyn Torpey was composed. Steph Catley was calm at the back and Australia broke, a ball played into Foord for a good chance, and she hit it early but goalkeeper Ayaka Yamashita made a routine stop. Torpey raced back into position to thwart a break and received warm applause from the crowd. The game was playing out just as the Matildas wanted it to, the ball being stretched out to the wings and the Japan team struggling to find openings to exploit. The Viking clap was echoing around the stadium when Japan struck, and what a goal it was, Maika Hamano taking a ball in from the wing and unleashing an unstoppable shot, somewhat out of the blue, that Arnold could get nowhere near. There was no Viking clap after that. Mini Gorry was the unlikely player heading on goal seconds later as Foord hassled, and the Matildas were not fazed by the goal at all. Toko Koga’s injury saw the teams retreat to the sidelines as the Mexican wave started on 20 minutes, a sign that the majority of the crowd was invested in the occasion but not the football.

The Matildas were patient, the long ball only an option if there was nothing else on, Catley trying it out only for Sam Kerr to be punished for a clear push. If Australia were going to get back into the game, they would need to loosen their grip and push further onto their opponents, giving Japan more opportunities themselves. Torpey’s foul on Ueki gave the all-blue Japan side a chance from the right, superstar Yui Hasegawa firing in the cross, but Australia stayed strong. Katrina Gorry was battling, but she was often played into unwinnable positions in the midfield pivot, Japan breaking swiftly and with intent. Hinata Miyazawa couldn’t control her shot as Japan tentatively ventured forward, Gorry was penalised for a clear foul from behind, and the game remained perfectly poised, no one in the stadium able to predict which way the momentum would sway. Foord chased down Yamashita and got lucky, the goalkeeper briefly stranded, but she was all alone and could only smash in a speculative shot from distance. Kyra Cooney-Cross did well to stop the Japan surge at the expense of a corner, and from the clearance, Kerr found Foord and we almost had a breakaway, Gorry unable to make anything of the position. Japan were defending stoutly, the Matildas had belief. The incessant Oi Oi Oi continued around the stadium. Hikaru Kitagawa fired in a superb shot that Arnold saved, Miyazawa having spread the play beautifully.

There had been only one stoppage midway through the first half, the three extra minutes about right, and when Kerr fed Foord, the crowd rose, but Foord’s shot was scuffed wide. Torpey was warned that it was her last chance after bringing down her opponent again, and the Matildas defended well to bring the half to a close with no further damage. The entertainment continued at half time, the music thumping to distract from the queues for the women’s toilets and the unfulfilled queues for food.

The Matildas started the second half with intent, Carpenter and Fowler stretching the Japan defence, unfortunately it was Gorry who was the target for the header. Joe Montemurro couldn’t believe that the ball hadn’t gone out right in front of him, the assistant referee disinterested when the ball appeared to have crossed the line. Japan almost unlocked the Matildas defence with a ball from the left that was almost identical to the first South Korea goal in the group stage, and when Kitagawa crossed deep from the left, Ueki had a free header but put it wide under no pressure whatsoever.

The next goal would be crucial. Australia stepped up a gear, Carpenter too strong in the tackle and Foord coming in from the left to slide in majestically to keep Japan from building from midfield. Foord got into a good position but played a blind pass out of play. The Matildas Active fans were unbelievable, surrounded by multiple chants of Oi Oi Oi but maintaining their impressive drum beat despite the distractions. Cooney-Cross remembered her lines from a game gone by, trying an audacious chip from halfway that was never troubling Yamashita, and Japan went on the attack, Maika Hamano swinging in a cross from the right, Cooney-Cross doing well to win a free kick as she burst from defence. The contest was now following the script of every Japan game so far in this tournament, Japan pressing and Australia unable to clear their lines with anything meaningful. Gorry was surprisingly replaced by Hayley Raso and looked distraught, the din when the substitution was made bringing the volume to a new level. Let’s go Matildas, let’s go chanted the high-school mums and dads, the Matildas active responding with a more appropriate Aussie chant, but they were fighting a losing battle.

Torpey was well-placed but unable to connect correctly with a cross from the left as Australia threatened, and they pushed forward in search of the equaliser, Foord winning a corner on the left to lift the crowd to yet another level. The crowd erupted. A cross from Fowler was too far for Kerr, and the crowd dampened again. The Matildas had 20 minutes, and they were still in this game. When the crowd wanted to, the thunderous clap was effective, Carpenter racing down the right but she couldn’t make the cross count. Raso brought the crowd to a crescendo, flinging herself at Foord’s cross from the left, Kerr unable to do anything with the rebound. An injury to Kitagawa gave the players one last chance to get coaching from the sideline, the Mexican Wave finally making its way around the packed stadium of 74,397 fans. Torpey had the crowd going again, battling to win a corner and revving up the fans like an excited capo. The Matildas were swarming their opponents, it was all Australia, but with only ten minutes remaining on the clock.

Both teams made double substitutions, both teams retiring top quality players. This was going to be a grandstand finish, but Australia did look as though they would come up short. Carpenter and Raso combined to unlock the Japan defence, the ball falling for Van Egmond on the rebound, but Japan blocking well. Even the VAR check couldn’t provide any hope – possible penalty was the message, the crowd had no idea what it was for. Raso was hauled down with no free-kick, the assistant once more not interested in making a decision of any kind, and the minutes ticked down, the crowd completely enthralled by now.

Carpenter’s cross was perfect, Kennedy’s header thrilling, but Yamashita made the save. Japan were hemmed in, the crowd rose but Australia couldn’t make the breakthrough. Four minutes stood between the Matildas and heartbreak. The crowd was buzzing, this was as good as it gets for an Australian crowd at home, and the Matildas attacked again, time the enemy, and a flowing move brought a corner as Wheeler’s cross was headed behind. One last chance. even Arnold was up, the Matildas lost the ball and it looked like curtains for a second, but still the Matildas had a chance. It was now or never, but when Japan thrashed the ball out of play, the final whistle sounded and Japan had won. The Matildas players crumbled to the floor. What an incredible effort they had made. One goal had been enough, and what goal it was. A familiar story. The boos that accompanied the full time whistle were totally unjustified and straight from a pantomime; this had been a superb final that had kept the capacity crowd entertained and enthralled until the very end.

The teams formed their circles, Japan quite rightly in the centre circle as if owning the stadium, Australia consoling themselves after an epic battle. The stage was assembled in the centre of the stadium, the train of fireworks trolleys getting into position. This venue will not be looked back on fondly by the Matildas after this tournament, but they gave the crowd superb entertainment, hard running and thrills and with just a little but more composure in the first half they could have been well and truly in the game and could have taken this final further into the night. With the elaborate stage now constructed, the players congregated at the north end of the stadium as the thumping music distracted from the sight of the multiple volunteers leaving the field. The stadium was ringed by young Matildas fans looking for a high-five or a selfie with their heroes, but the trophy presentation was such an epic event that most mums and dads would have taken their families home to bed, the clock ticking well past ten o’clock before the formalities had even started.

Melissa Barbieri didn’t look as full of joie de vivre as she had done pre-game, bringing the trophy carefully to its mantle. Japan were awarded the fair play trophy for the tournament, the best goalkeeper award, the top goalscorer award with Riko Ueki taking that one, but Alanna Kennedy took out the MVP of the tournament, the remaining crowd saluting their hero. In a lovely touch, Japan provided a guard of honour for the Aussie team as they walked onto the stage to collect their losers’ medals, but tonight belonged to Japan, and they were given a guard of honour in return by the valiant Matildas as they walked up to collect their winners’ medals and the AFC Women’s Asian Cup trophy that they had rightly deserved after a sensational tournament.

We can now begin to reflect on a fantastic three-week football bonanza that has gripped the football nation, and take stock that Australia will not be hosting another international football tournament until the Olympics in 2032. If you didn’t fill your boots with this tournament’s 27 international matches on home soil, you’ve got a long time to wait for the next. Sayonara from Stadium Australia.

Sky Blue squander as Phoenix pounce

Sydney FC Women 1 Wellington Phoenix 3

The wounded animal that is Sydney FC women’s team gave us a first half of hope and endeavour on Friday night at Leichhardt Stadium, but it all came crashing down as they reverted to their default mode and made it five home defeats in a row. A fabulous finish after a little bit of luck from Caley Tallon-Henniker had Sydney on their way early in the game, but ten minutes later it was 1-1 as the Sydney defence went walkabout. After a series of missed chances, whatever transpired at half time did nothing for the home team, and they went behind from a free header from a corner and then crumbled defensively to gift a third goal towards the end. There was little to cheer for the die-hard Sydney Women’s Cove, who sung throughout despite being outnumbered by away active fans, and the reactions from the players at the final whistle made unhappy viewing.

These 7pm after-work games are proving quite troublesome; with Michelle at a women’s football event in town and myself running a bit late, it was the most direct route via the M4 from the North West suburbs to the Inner West, parking up in the Oval parking behind the Cove and making my way in through the main entrance. There was already a decent turn-out of Wellington fans, swollen in number by the Matildas fans in town, and they took up their little corner of yellow in the main stand. Stickers and flags were handed out, Phoenix going to a lot of trouble for this one, and it looked as though we might get a decent crowd. Jada Whyman was spotted, back at her old stomping ground, Sydney welcomed back Shay Hollman and Kirsty Fenton into the squad, but there was still space for two reserve goalkeepers, and a brand new signing that was a big surprise, Claudia Valletta introduced in the team line-ups.

We Are Sydney was belted out, the toin coss had been lost, the scoreboard remained blank with no score or minutes displayed, and The Cove was just moving into another chant when Tallon-Henniker raced up the right onto a sweeping ball from Amelia Cassar. She had a lot to do up against her defender, but got the run of the ball and advanced on her left foot, curling a beauty past the stranded goalkeeper for 1-0. Absolute bedlam in the Cove, the rare sight of a Sydney goal sending the success-starved fans into raptures. Sydney continued to threaten – it was as though the players had been injected wth performance enhancing drugs as they played deliberate, direct football. They were unfortunate to concede though, when a delightful through ball found the tall Wellington striker all alone and she finished easily past Heather Hinz.

Sydney should have gone ahead again moments lateer when Amber Luchtmeijer was played clean trough, but her shot only found the Phoenix goalkeeper, the ball running just too far away from Abby Lemon who had joined the attack. It was a good chance, as was Tallon-Henniker’s soon after as she got clear on the right, but she took too long to find a shot and the deflection took the sting out of the effort. Luchtmeijer was again through, seemingly pushing he ball too far in front of her this time, but her pace got her there before the goalkeeper who held her up a little, and the Sydney striker couldn’t turn quickly enough to finish. There was a heart flutter as a Phoenix defender overhit a backpass that was cleared away by the goalkeeper to a big ‘woah’ from the crowd, before Luchtmeijer went to ground in a nothing tackle claiming a penalty, deciding to moan at the referee instead of gettng up and taking the shot from the free ball. This was not her night, and she would have been dreaming of having chances like those all season, only to waste the opportunities. Hinz made a smart save, plucking the ball out of the air and holding onto it as Phoenix threatened, and she had to punch crosses away, looking assured in an increasingly unassured defence.

Half time was welcome to have a short pause from the incessant volley of chants, the half-time heroes going about their small-sided games with parents watching on from the sidelines. The little corner of yellow was good in numbers, and the yellow shirts were enjoying this night out in Sydney.

Sydney made a change at the break, the ineffectual Cassar off for the new player Valletta. Teammate Clare Corbett controlled a ball and raked out a superb pass as Sydney started to look like a team with new-found confidence. That all evaporated from a corner kick when serial-offender Mackenzie Hawkesby put her corner behind the goal – that’s amateur-hour stuff that should only be seen in low-division park football. The impetus was lost and Sydney started to retreat. Lemon was having a tough day, her distribution more panicked and aimless than we’ve seen before.

Wellington won a corner on the right. In it came and without any meaningful challenge, the Phoenix defender leapt highest and planted a header past Hinz for 2-1. By now, Sydney had reverted to their old selves, Lemon playing a short ball in the vicinity of her teammate, who slipped and the ball went out. Forward passes were aimless and wasteful, more like lazy clearances than anything meant to find a player, and the ball into the midfielder consistently left the player under extreme pressure. The Sydney players were easily outmuscled by their opponents, and the Phoenix midfield was roaming free, like lions in a game park looking for their next meal.

A fizzing shot from the tall winger was palmed over spectacularly by Hinz, but she was beaten for a third time when Lemon lost her player, allowing a free shot on goal from a tight angle that squeezed between Hinz and the post for 3-1. The scoreline could have got worse too, Tori Tumeth doing well with a last-ditch tackle and Sydney survived more corner danger, never looking comfortable against their seemingly taller and more physical opponents. Kirsty Fenton finally came on and put herself about, at one point petulantly pushing her opponent in the back when conceding a corner, the referee giving her a lecture. She also went on a run, trying to do it all herself, but lost the ball tamely, and played an absolute stinker of a pass forward that wasn’t anywhere near any of her teammates. The rest of the game was a whimper from Sydney, Wellington just way too good for this malfunctioning team, the confidence from the first half now completely absent.

The final whistle was a relief, We Are Sydney continued for five minutes in defiance before the game ended with a Melbourne Victory chant in anticipation of next week’s Big Blue against the old enemy back here on Saturday. As the players took their time on the halfway line, interim coach James Slaveski made his way over to introduce himself to the Cove, explaining that they were down to the bare bones, and to thank the fans for their unwavering support. Heather Hinz followed it up by coming to say sorry – if she’s here next year, she hopes to put it all right. Some of her teammates came up to applaud, but there were no chants of encouragement, only reminders about who we’re playing next week and how important it is to end the home fixtures with something positive.

There were Matildas fans heading out afterwards, we did a detour via Leichhardt Bowling Club, and via Parramatta, before returning home some time around 10.45pm. This had been an encouraging evening for maybe thirty minutes; we could see the belief returning to the players, we could see the desire on the players’ faces. After missing a hatful of convertible chances, Luchtmeijer guilty as charged, Sydney faded, and the non-performance in the second half was alarming. The fans don’t even feel the defeats any more. We lose every week. You’re nothing special. Two more games to go in this horror season, we thoroughly expect to secure the wooden spoon, making a mockery of Sydney’s pedigree and standing in the A-League. See you back at Leichhardt next week when we’ll be crying out for more women’s football!

Forza Sydney FC!

A-League tipping Round 22 : Clear your Saturday night

Are we down to a two-horse race for the premiership? After Sydney FC dropped down into the chasing pack and Auckland FC exacted revenge for their two home defeats to Newcastle Jets, it certainly looks like it. Of course, as consumers of the most unpredictable football league in the world know, there’s still a long way to go, and seeing Melbourne Victory holding that plate aloft is not out of the realms of possibility.

Will The Roar be back in time to see the end-of-season excitement? Who knows, but we’ll keep the flame burning here while we wait to see what transpires from the country’s favourite sports debate website in the coming weeks. Stick with us, we’ll finish the season here and see what happens.

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Mitch Duke’s signing coinciding with Macarthur’s demise Photo : Texi Smith

Stuart Thomas

Western Sydney, Auckland, Wellington, Victory, Newcastle, City

It is pretty much last chance saloon for the Wanderers and with backs up against the wall, they get the win they need against the Reds in Sydney. Auckland are running hot and looking serious threats for the title. Macarthur not good enough on the road.

Wellington and Brisbane in a mid-table clash is a beauty and I reckon the away side gets the points. Victory is building and will be hard to beat from this point on. Central Coast not up to the task on the road.

Sydney FC and the Jets is a beauty. Newcastle finally starting to show some cracks but able to get over the Smurfs. City was good last week and will be so again against the Glory in Perth.

Wellington Phoenix their own worst enemy Photo : Texi Smith

Andrew Prentice

Western Sydney, Auckland, Brisbane, Victory, Newcastle, City

A round overshadowed by the looming giant of an 80,000 sellout for the Matildas tilt at glory on Saturday night, the opening game of A League Round 22 is another reminder of what came before. More than a decade ago, Adelaide and the Wanderers played a thrilling Grand Final in front of 50,000 in Adelaide. The Reds form has been like a souffle rising twice of late. Almost there but not quite. I feel the Wanderers are ready to take advantage of that inconsistency and post a much-needed win.

Auckland sounded an ominous warning last week in beating the high-flying Jets and reducing the race for top spot to 1 point. Macarthur fell further into the abyss and their season is in freefall. Anything other than a convincing Auckland win here will bring the stewards running in.

The Phoenix are improving, but the Roar are hanging in there. Wellington are not great travellers and a humid Brissy afternoon won’t be to their liking. Sandwiched in the middle of a Saturday feast of football that covers about 10 hours, it would be easy to overlook this, but both clubs can still entertain finals possibilities with a win. The Roar to do so at home.

The remarkable Mariners run continued last week, with only an 89th minute Adelaide equaliser denying them all the points. But just like the Jets, it has to end some time, and the Victory look primed to spoil the Gosford party. They were ruthless against the Bulls and are humming along nicely at the right time of the year. The Mariners will be gutsy enough to keep them at bay but may get unpicked just enough for Victory to throw a spanner in Central Coast’s finals aspirations.

Sydney were the drizzling…well, you know, on Tuesday night in front of probably the smallest crowd in their history. It might be uncertainty over who’s coaching them next season with Ufuk Talay off-contract, it might be the lack of marquee talisman Joe Lolley. But unless it’s fixed pronto, the Jets will roll them like Sara Lee pastry on Sunday. The Jets could have pinched points from Auckland but were ultimately kept out by a resolute Black Knights defence. A lot will hinge on the fitness of Clayton Taylor, who didn’t make it to half time against the North Islanders. 

Freed of the ACL shackles after a penalty shootout elimination, City were less bad than Sydney on Tuesday. They’ve added Daniel Arzani to the roster to make them less one-dimensional and Max Caputo has recently rediscovered his early season scoring touch. Perth treated their New Zealand stopover as a holiday last week and forgot to turn up for the Phoenix match. Back at home, wildly inconsistent, they could do just about anything or nothing on Sunday evening, at which point the Australian football community might be celebrating like its 2015, or crying themselves to sleep. City’s quality should see them win.

Remmber when the RBB looked like this? It’s not that long ago! Photo : Texi Smith

Texi Smith

Western Sydney, Auckland, Brisbane, Victory, Sydney, City

A-League football returns to CommBank Stadium, the AFC signage now stripped and normal service resumed; the pristine surface will suit the Wanderers, whose form definitely does not belong at the bottom of the ladder. Their struggle is moulding all the individual components of their talented team into a fully functioning unit – Adelaide United are still well and truly entrenched in a shoot-out for a top-six berth, but tonight they will misfire and gift the points to their lowly hosts. Bozhidar Kraev with the all-important winner to breathe life into the Wanderers’ ailing season.

Ever since being narrowly pipped by Newcastle Jets, Macarthur FC’s season has gone down the gurgler. Their two midfield generals in Anthony Caceres and Luke Brattan will provide the solid protection for the under-siege defence in Auckland as the home team struggles to break down the rearguard action. Luke Rogerson finally breaks the resistance just before half time, and the game opens up for the home team to slam home a flurry of goals to keep their premiership defence intact. Where to now for the Bulls – they have simply been awful for the last month.

It’s not that long ago that ten-man Wellington Phoenix went to Redcliffe and demolished Brisbane Roar in the most unlikely result. This time the Roar are back at their unwanted home of Suncorp Stadium, and with the Vibe Manager working his magic, the home team will be purring. Both of these teams could use a win to kickstart their finals push, and they are both only three points off the top six, even if goal difference continues to be a niggling problem. Revenge is sweet for the home team, Michael Ruhs scoring twice in the first half to have the injury-ravaged Roar comfortable at the break, and despite a spirited comeback in the second period, Paulo Retre continuing his renaissance, Wellington can’t snatch an equaliser.

Alex Gersbach ready to help Wanderers climb away from the foot of the ladder Photo : Texi Smith

Two form teams clash in the Matildas’ curtain raiser at AAMI Park, Central Coast Mariners only just missing out on three points last weekend against Adelaide while Melbourne Victory crushed the struggling Bulls. We’ve seen both clubs rise meteorically from standing starts, but the Juan Mata effect combined with a rejuvenated Socceroos star in Nishan Velupillay will have Victory on top for large parts of the game. As Vince Rugari says, this league is insane, and with the Mariners takng the lead through Ali Auglah in first half stoppage time against the run of play, alarm bells are ringing. Keegan Jelacic gives Victory the equaliser towards the end and Clarismario Santos curls in a pearler to win it in added time to keep Victory’s momentum going.

Sydney FC have been playing ugly football this season, and their two mid-season star signings have hardy made any difference, even disrupting the form they were showing, destabilising their existing marquee-ish overseas players. Somehow they cling on to third spot, and they have the know-how to beat the in-form Newcastle Jets as they did quite convincingly earlier in the season. The Jets have been organised into an exciting unit, their incredible run of wins taking them breezing past the peleton, but Auckland FC are back in their slipstream and ready to pounce if they can’t get anything today. Max Burgess has his head in his hands though on his return to Allianz Stadum, Lachie Bayliss firing past the post of an unguarded net deep into injury time as Sydney hang on for a one-goal win, Apostolos Stamatelopoulos having repaid Sydney’s faith with a towering header only five minutes earlier.

The most untippable game of the round is saved for last. Perth Glory can overtake their opponents with a handsome win, but with Daniel Arzani and Marcus Younis on song, it’s going to take something special. City have too much experience at the back for Glory, and this becomes a real duel to see who can fashion the one goalscoring chance. Max Caputo slides home the winner midway through the second half, and free from the shackles of the Asian Champions League, City dominate the rest of the game without looking entirely convincing. Perth may now be out of contention for a finals spot as this is a proper six-pointer in the A-League ladder.

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Japanese juggernaut unstoppable… until Saturday.

South Korea 1 Japan 4

Sydney relies on good weather to host a good event, but as many weddings, birthdays and beach parties have seen sunshine replaced by late afternoon rain on a balmy autumn day, some of the best events take place when everyone comes together thanks to the elements. As the drizzle started over an hour from kick off, workers running to cover the DJ decks and rain drifting into the upper reaches of the stands, outside in the precinct the fans were taking cover under the newly erected giant marquee and taking advantage of the purple gym towels being handed out at the Health Hub to keep dry. But they were undeterred. By the start of the pre-game sequence in the stadium, the north end was busy with South Korea fans, not a sign of their Japanese counterparts.

The Welcome to Country by the rather relaxed Uncle was an unfortunate inaudible waffle mentioning K-Pop and J-Pop, but the crowd warmed to the unexpected fireworks display that followed, the rain having now stopped and we had a perfect night for football on our hands. The wind blew the smoke quickly away leaving us with a clear stadium for the immaculate national anthems, South Korea’s We’ll Support You Ever More sung in an operatic style followed by a Sarah Brightman Phantom of the Opera number for Japan. The Japan fans piped up immediately with a shout of Nippon Nippon, but they would be heavily outnumbered today.

Aoba Fujino smashed in the first shot of the game, deflected wide for a corner and Yui Hasegawa’s cross caused utter panic in the South Korea penalty area but the defence scrambled the ball away. The Korean fans were loud, they were numerous, and when they grouped in together, they were a wall of red. Contrast that to the group of ten Japan fans with their drum at the opposite end, and it was clear who was the home team. Japan should have scored when they worked a beautiful opening across the box for a fierce shot – Kim Minjung made the save but only into the path of the darling of Japanese football Yui Hasegawa who could only fire wide of the gaping goal.

Riko Ueki rifled a shot wide as Japan kept up the pressure, their opponents doing themselves no favours with their sloppy clearances. Hana Takahashi got on the end of another exquisite Yui Hasegawa corner but it was easy for Kim Minjung. Aoba Fujino fired in a shot on the run that Ko Yoo Jin did well to block before Fuka Nagano pounced on a clearance at the edge of the box but could only screw the shot harmlessly wide. This was a physical game, the referee letting play go on despite some meaty challenges, but she had to stop play with Japan on the break when the ball struck her, much to the annoyance of the all-blue Japanese players. When South Korea dallied in defence, Kim Shinji was far too slow to offload and she had her pocket picked by Fuka Nagano, who squared to Riko Ueki for a simple finish under Kim Minjung for 1-0.

Just as the neutral in the crowd began to wonder how many Japan would rack up against their luminous orange opponents, a loose ball dropped invitingly for Park Soo Jeong, who steadied herself and rifled a shot just past the post – a warning shot. Don’t discount the South Koreans just yet. Aoba Fujino was next to test the Korean rearguard, smashing a shot just over from the edge of the area to oohs from the totally enthralled fans. A moment of pure magic made it two, Hikaru Kitagawa’s cross was too long but Maika Hamano scampered after the ball, pursued by two defenders. She somehow tricked her way out of the challenge and took two steps towards goal, unleashing an unstoppable shot from the acute angle to burst the roof of the net. What a goal! South Korea did venture forward, Choo Hyojoo showing good feet to make space for a shot, but the ball sailed harmlessly over Ayaka Yamashita’s goal.

Japan were relentless. Yui Hasegawa had the ball on a string, and from her cross, Aoba Fujino had the ball in the net with a close-range header but this time she was offside and the Korean fans roared with a mixture of relief and delight. This was a bombardment, South Korea were receiving back what they had delivered to Uzbekistan in the quarter finals, and the sight of their defence under siege had the Australian fans watching on wide-eyed at the prospect of Japan overrunning the Matildas on Saturday evening back at this grand stadium. The huge wall of red continued to support their heroes, even as Aoba Fujino curled one just around the post. South Korea went to their bench early to try and soak up the attacks, but when Riko Ueki raced on to a loose ball up the line, her pinpoint pass inside found Aoba Fujino and the curling finish past Kim Minjung was sublime. But wait, a VAR check, and in a perfect move for the neutral, an earlier handball was spotted and a fabulous goal was ruled out, again to a huge roar from the South Korean fans. The resulting free kick gave Park Soo Jeong a sniff at goal, her shot from the edge of the area dropping just past the post with Ayaka Yamashita untroubled.

The half ended as it started, Japan pouring on the pressure, South Korea forced to their bench again after an injury to Mun Eunju and the half-time whistle sounded in a moment of confusion, neither referee nor assistant willing to make a call as to which way the throw-in was being awarded. This had been a fantastic half of football, flowing with little input from the referee and two strong, physical teams going head to head with so much at stake. The Japanese fans at the South end grew in numbers, the Aussie kids deciding they needed help, while the drummers bashed away in the Korean end competing with the thumping stadium music. We had a half-time performance, a drumming troupe that was complemented perfectly by the South Korean drum squad dressed in white in the middle of the sea of red.

South Korea were forced into another change at half time, their third as Kang Chaerim came on to try and change the game. They were enlivened too, Japan’s first attack a horribly scuffed shot by Hana Takahashi although South Korea were guilty of over-playing after they had done so well to get rare moments of possession. A beautiful lay-off by Riko Ueki set Fuka Nagano away for a one-on-one with Kim Minjung but she never looked confident and dragged the shot hopelessly wide of the post. Japan were calm in possession, despite their opponents fizzing about in hot pursuit; it was difficult to see how South Korea would get anything out of this game at all. They started to take more risks, leaving more orange shirts further upfield, but what else could they do?

Park Soo Jeong raced up the left, but her cross was well smothered by Ayaka Yamashita, South Korea giving their vocal fans a thrill, but again Japan threatened and it seemed like a matter of time before Japan added to their tally to make their passage to the final more comfortable. Riko Ueki’s bullet header from a corner struck the bar, before clever close control by Kim Hyeri earned South Korea a free kick. They sent everyone up and wasted the free kick, but managed to win a corner, the stadium coming to life as Kim Hyeri swung in the cross, but Ayaka Yamashita leapt to snatch the ball out of the air to quell the excitement. South Korea had upped their game. They chased and hassled, leaving themselves exposed but playing with sharp precision to get out of trouble at the back. Every mis-placed pass by Japan had the noise levels at maximum, and when Kim Hyeri launched a free-kick into the Japan penalty area, the screams were piercing.  

A third goal did arrive, a corner from the right tempting Kim Minjung out of goal and Saki Kumugai had the simplest of headers into an empty net for 3-0. The goalscorer was delighted and raced to the sideline for high fives from the whole squad. Japan had seemingly stamped their ticket to the final, but South Korea had other ideas, Kang Chaerim starting and finishing a move with an unbelievable turn and shot from the edge of the area that squeezed past Ayaka Yamashita for 3-1. The stadium was bouncing, all of a sudden Japan were under pressure and South Korean tails were up. The result was though put beyond doubt when Japan counter-attacked with ruthless simplicity, Manaka Matsukubo finding the perfect pass to Remina Chiba in space on the left, who advanced and rifled her shot past Kim Minjung for 4-1. The Korean fans had already seen their goal though, and they were in full voice despite their team effectively dead and buried.

The crowd figure of 17,367 was no disgrace, the Korean fans making all the noise, and the volume was taken up a further notch when Choe Yuri wriggled through but could only shoot straight at the Japanese goalkeeper. A fifth goal was quite rightly chalked off for offside, Hana Takahashi going for power with a cross-shot, but Yuzuki Yamamoto was offside when she bravely headed the fierce cross into the net. There was time for Choe Yuri to threaten again, her pass inside finding Kang Chaerim but the shot was saved. South Korea were by now leaving massive holes in defence, but it was all in context; they had to be applauded for making a game of it in the second half and they kept the game exciting despite the scoreline. A late late unexpected VAR call had the Korean fans frothing, the referee disappearing to the monitor when we had all expected the final whistle. There was such disappointment when the arm was raised for offside instead of pointing for the penalty.

Japan decided they needed to run down the rest of the time in the corner flag, the stadium bursting into blaring music at full-time to drown out the South Korean fans and the celebrating pack of Japanese fans. Both sets of players kept to themselves after the formal handshakes, the Japanese squad forming a tight circle and the South Korean fans disappearing behind the goal to salute their fabulous fans. This was a farewell, every Korean fan applauding as the players left the field, while their victorious opponents bowed respectfully to their fans from a distance. The stadium was virtually empty by the time the Japanese players left the field, the camera crews working them into orderly lines to bow before their few fans scattered throughout the stadium.

Heavyweights Japan had cruised into the AFC Women’s Asian Cup final, South Korea made to look like a lowly ranked outsider, but we can be thankful to the gracious Korean team for making a contest of it in the second half, as well as for their colourful and boistrous fans. We have two fascinating play-off matches to come first, but this weekend’s final is going to be an incredible occasion – Australia yet to play to their full potential up against the well-oiled machine of Japan, who just look imperious. Cancel all plans for Saturday – if the Matildas win this one, they’re going to pull off something special at Stadium Australia that the country will be talking about for years to come.

Interest rates plummet at Allianz

Sydney FC 0 Melbourne City 1

Sydney FC took the mood of a nation and sprinkled it with urine in a most unacceptable performance on St Patrick’s Day at a half-shut Allianz Stadium on Tuesday night. A game rearranged to accommodate Melbourne City’s failed Asian Champions League attracted a bleak crowd, the early kick off competing with the Matildas’ semi-final, and those unfortunate souls present were treated to a dismal display to mark captain Rhyan Grant’s 400th game. The evening was rescued by the darlings of Austalian sport as the women’s national team qualified for the Asian Cup final, but on a day when interest rates went up again, they were certainly down at Sydney’s premier stadium.

This was a tricky one to navigate, an early 7pm kick off, and having to get from the west to the city and back again after the Matildas’ game, driving was the only realistic option. After filling the car up and wincing at the eye-watering price, we were fortunate enough to jag a spot right by the venue for the later game, and thanks to heading against the traffic, it was just gone 6pm. Time for a quick bite, and we took a chance on the Japanese Izakaya on Fitzroy Street, on the well-trodden path of yesteryear’s visits to the old Allianz Stadium pre-light rail. The superb cost-of-living-busting meal afforded ourselves only ten minutes to get to the stadium, and we got through our gate with the game having just kicked off, missing the banner for Rhyan Grant altogether.

The Cove bar was closed, and there was a tiny crowd, the team backed by a mini-Cove, our fearless capo doing what he could with what he had. Our spot in Cove Heights was barren – it’s only ten days since we were here for the Big Blue when it was busy; this time there was us five and then most, if not all of the seats in the whole section were empty. Tragic. We had missed Harrison Devenis-Meares saving from point-blank range, and we had to wait a while for any meaningful action for Sydney FC, as Marcus Younis and Daniel Arzani terrorised their defensive minders out wide.

Tiago Quintal smashed one over from distance to get the crowd interested, but it was all City, Grant and Ben Garuccio torn to shreds. What looked like a drinks break, quite inappropriate given the temperature, turned out to be a Ramadan break, the players assembling at the side of the field for a minute. He’s got shit hair, but we don’t care sang the Cove for their captain, but Melbourne should have scored, a thumping effort off the underside of the bar, the City striker unable to emulate India’s Manisha from the Asian Cup last week and the ball was cleared. Paul Okon-Engstler gave us a marvellous backheel to set Sydney away on the break, but they couldn’t break through, and it was City who should have scored – woeful tracking back by Okon Jr and Piero Quispe left Sydney under-manned at the back and when Max Caputo was played in for a Gary Lineker-style finished, HDM had guessed right to take the pace off the ball, Marcel Tisserand somehow hooking the ball off the line before it fully crossed for a goal. It looked close, but the right decision was made and Sydney survived.

Tolgay Arslan raced the length of the field to curl a shot wide, our angle giving us a good idea that it was curling wide, but the main stand giving it a big ‘ooh’ as it bent around the post. Apostolos Stamatelopoulos was presented with the ball in an advanced position and tried the chip with the goalkeeper out, but he got it all wrong, sending the ball harmlessly wide. The goalless scoreline at the break was about right, neither team giving us any reason to believe that the second half would be any better. Sydney had moved the ball down the left to good effect, but the end product was sadly missing, and without Joe Lolley, the right was unproductive too.

A quick walk around the stadium at half time gave an idea of how much was open – not much – but there were two bars serving Guinness at happy hour prices which made up for the main bar being closed and the margaritas in a can being missing in action. There was a queue to get in to the club shop, the big ‘Sale’ sign tempting people in instead of watching the football. It’s a bizarre place to be at times.

The teams traded good chances just after the break, Arzani miskicking at the wrong time up at the far end and Arslan curling one just wide for Sydney down below us. Quispe showed good feet to try and unlock the City defence but was frustrated, then City struck, and it was awful. A long looping corner found Max Caputo, seemingly unmarked to head home unopposed. On replay, Grant was there but failed to stop the free-scoring striker from easily heading the ball past HDM for 1-0. Alex Grant was thrown on for Tisserand and immediately got caught in possession, Sydney surviving a counter-attack that could have been fatal. Abel Walatee was brought down and got no free-kick, the chant ‘The referee’s a racist‘ hardly warming the officials to the fans. Alex Popovic found himself in an advanced position, goalkeeper Patrick Beach plucking the ball from in front of him – Popovic then showed substitute Matthias Macallister what he should be doing, intimidating the City keeper to stop him playing the ball quickly – it was a comedy moment, the master teaching the apprentice the dark arts in front of everyone.

Younis flashed a shot wide, Quispe’s fancy flick to try and play in Garuccio disappointed the crowd, and substitute Alex Grant played the ball out of play twice in quick succession when trying to spread play out wide. This was poor. Garuccio was turned inside out by Younis who fired just past the far post and City had a clear one-on-one from one of their substitutes who fired wide in a similar fashion when the stadium expected the net to bulge. Rhys Youlley was a late sub, the scoreboard showing Hollman as he came on, and we were set for a grandstand finish. The six minutes of added time provided absolutely nothing for the fans though, the insipid football reminiscent of the horrible end of Steve Corica’s reign, the ball played around the park with little forward intent, the accumulation of completed passes more important than finding the killer move for the equaliser. With seconds to go, Sydney fannied around with the ball yet again, and the referee denied them a last punt forward, bringing a disastrous game to a close.

Many had already made for the exits, primarily to get in front of a TV to watch the Women’s Asian Cup semi-final, and we were soon out following them, foregoing the usual sharing of applause with the players, missing any post-game Rhyan Grant love, throwing a hearty ‘boo’ in the direction of the bench, and heading straight to the Clock in Surry Hills.

The crowd of Sydney FC fans, mixing with the nailed-on Matildas fans who had been there well in advance, made for a superb atmosphere, and Australia’s success made the evening all worthwhile. We were home well after midnight after a smooth run home, the awful A-League game we had endured earlier now completely consigned to memory as we planed our Saturday at Accor Stadium.

With questions over Ufuk Talay moving to Western Sydney Wanderers, and with Sydney FC serving up shit football in both the men’s and the women’s, the end of the season can’t come quickly enough for some fans. Talay’s off-contract status asks a lot of questions, and very knowledgeable Sydney fans are quietly delighted that he could be moving across town, where he will fit in beautifully. The men’s team has been in a false position all season, and it will be of no surprise should they complete their league fixtures outside of the top six. These are dark days for Sydney FC, make no mistake, and members’ appreciation round needs to show the fans that it is worth pursuing this unrewarding pastime next season. Forza Sydney FC, but oh god, it’s not pleasant right now.

Ruthless Japan send out a message

Japan 7 Philippines 0

Japan’s quarter-final clash at Stadium Australia was meant to be the day after the Matildas own Sydney quarter-final, and many tickets would have been sold in anticipation of rounding off a smashing weekend of top-flight international football. While this may have been a mitigating factor in the low numbers inside and outside the stadium in the lead up to kick off, the nearby CommBank Stadium may well have been a more appropriate venue for this game in the first place. The attendances at the AFC Women’s Asian Cup 2026 have been the source of much conjecture; indeed, with fifteen minutes to kick off, there was no bank of Japanese fans to emulate South Korea’s barmy army, and there was little to suggest that the Philippines would have any active support whatsoever. Anyone attending today’s game would be expecting nothing less than a avalanche of Japanese goals, but Chinese Taipei’s sterling effort in Perth had given everyone hope that a surprise result was still possible in this stacked competition.

The welcome to country with 13 minutes to kick-off, the real-life version only reserved for Australia games, we were now in familiar territory, although the long snaking flag-bearing team were missing until That’s How We Win filled the stadium with booming bass. The familiar Hell’s Bells tolled in the unfurling, followed by the heartbeat and the entrance of the players. The Philippines massive were in at the south end of the stadium, with colourful dancers in elaborate head-dress, the smoke pop was superb, the cello-heavy Japanese anthem, a la Phantom of the Opera bringing a cheer of Nippon, Nippon from the small bank of Japan fans at the north end. The Philippines military oompah was sung with joy by the players and fans and the team went to the centre of their half for their solo huddle as the whole Japan squad assembled in a strange almond-shape for their final pep talk.

Sunshine bathed one half of the playing surface, Japan’s left side doing all their hard work in the direct sunlight. A cross from Risa Shimizu was flicked wide for the first half-chance, but this didn’t strike as much of a mis-match as yesterday’s South Korea vs Uzbekistan quarter-final. Japan threatened, Honoka Hayashi at the heart of everything good, Nina Meollo palming away her shot from the edge of the area after a neat corner routine. A stoppage for Mallie Ramirez took the wind out of Japan’s sails, both teams retreating to their technical areas to receive instructions. The all-white Philippines called on the bench with less than ten minutes gone, the injury-struck Ramirez off for Chandler McDaniel and Japan immediately stepped on the gas to force the all-important opening goal. They were patient, moving the ball around just outside the penalty area until the opening was manufactured, the Philippines defenders having to be on constant alert to the cut-back from the byline.

The game was being played against a background of a low hum from the crowd, pierced by intermittent drumming from either end and the odd shout of Nippon Nippon. Hayashi curled a cross deep from the left that Meollo did well to claim, and a cross from the right by Kiko Seike was hacked away for a corner from underneath the bar. This was intense pressure, the all-blue Japanese team going in for the kill, but maintaining their structure and patience. Shimizu crossed for Mina Tanaka but the powerful header was over the bar. Twenty minutes in with no goals, but Malea Cesar could do nothing but play the ball straight out of play with no options to ease the pressure. Hinata Miyazawa’s header was well stopped by Meollo after good work on the right had carved out the opportunity. This was intriguing. The Philippines players could only boot the ball away into touch to earn a few seconds’ respite from the bombardment.

The unlucky fans on the eastern side of the stadium squinted and baked their way through the action, most of the fans taking refuge at both ends in the shade. Seike crossed from the right but there was no touch to guide it goalwards; Japan had to keep their nerve. They started to shoot from distance, Hayashi and Aoba Fujino going close with long-range efforts, but the attack vs defence training ground continued. Yui Hasegawa was denied by Meollo’s reactions after fine work on the right by Seike and she watched her snapshot roll wide after reacting quickly from the rebound. There was no surprise when Meollo went down to buy some time, both squads assembling again on the touchline; if the Philippines were goin to pull off the miracle of all miracles, they would have to dig deep into their box of dark arts.   

When Miyabi Moriya played a cross straight out of play following a patient build-up there were signs of frustration, but Moriya nearly made amends with a thumping shot that only just cleared the bar. Hali Long brought down Tanaka and Japan had a good position to test their set-piece prowess. A move straight from training saw Aoba Fujino lash a ball goalwards after two tidy touches had given her an eye on goal, but Meollo was equal to it. Hasegawa fired over when a headed clearance fell her way; she looked to the skies for inspiration. Hayashi had two bites at a shot from the edge of the area, but Meollo got down well again to smother.  Passes started to go astray, Japan’s patience was being tested as they continued to stroke the ball around from right to left and back with no way through.

The advent of half-time is often the time when the banks are breached in these games, and that’s how it turned out. Toko Koga’s effort on goal was brilliantly saved, Fujino couldn’t force the ball over Meollo, who tipped the ball onto the bar but Tanaka showed great courage and anticipation to force the ball over the line with a diving header. VAR couldn’t find anything with the incident-filled lead-up, and Tanaka almost had a second when Meollo dived full-length to tip the ball past the post. It was two though when Koga was given the freedom of the six-yard box to leap and thump in a header from another corner from the left. She was delighted and her teammates made a fuss, the defender all smiles as she retreated back to her usual position at the back. Hasegawa’s low shot ended the action in the first half, Meollo saving at the second attempt, and Koga was still beaming as she headed down the tunnel.

The majority of the fans in the eastern stand had conceded defeat and were streaming for the shade, the upper tier becoming bathed in hot sunshine too, sending the last hardy souls back up the rows until there were none left. The game was over as a contest at 2-0, the Philippines having been hemmed into heir own penalty area for the entirety of the half. Their defending had been terrific, the scrambling and the goalkeeping heroics were outstanding, but there was just no way that they would get anywhere near the Japan goal with the ultra-defensive tactics they had employed. A fascinating second half was coming up, but the purists in the stadium would be hoping for something more enthralling than Japan filling their goalscoring boots.

No changes at the break, the Philippines had to try something different and there would be no disgrace in going for broke. Japan altered their line-up and were tentative at the beginning of the half but continued to press forward, their drum-wielding fans trying to get the atmosphere going with the additional fans now joining them in the shade at the north end of the stadium. Substitute Remina Chiba headed goalwards from a corner from the left, but Meollo’s fingertips pushed the ball over the bar. Fujino fired in a cross-shot from the right that Meollo saved well.  Fujino was again involved, running directly at the Philippines defence, her shot deflected past the post with Meollo wrong-footed. By now the game had reverted to the attack vs defence drill from the first half, the Philippines defending for their lives. Hasegawa rifled a shot over from the edge of the area, Japan giving the crowd as much entertainment as they could.

Both teams shuffled their respective packs, early substitute McDaniel taken off in a trio of changes for the Philippines after Japan had freshened up their line-up with a double change. Chiba should have made it three, arriving to head a glorious cross wide when it looked easier to score. Meollo then saved from point-blank from Chiba, who couldn’t believe the reactions of the goalkeeper, but Chiba was patient and when Fujino lifted a delicious ball in from the left, she fired home beautifully to give Meollo no chance. There was little time to take that in before Manaka Matsukubo picked up the ball inside the Philippines penalty area, surged past two challenges and rifled into the roof of the net for 4-0. The result was beyond doubt now, and as the players retreated to their technical areas once again, the Mexican Wave went around the stadium, no mean feat with the numerous empty pockets of seats between the two ends. Matsukubo sliced a shot wide as Japan came again, and their replacement of the under-employed goalkeeper Chika Hirao was an indication that the game was perhaps now a practice match.

Moeka Minami went close with a header, and from the following corner, Tanaka helped the ball back into the six-yard box over Meollo and Koga was there on the line to steer her free header over the line to make it five. Matsukubo spun sharply to fire straight at Meollo as Japan refused to take their foot off the pedal, perhaps a nod to their South Korean opponents in Wednesday’s semi-final back at Stadium Australia. The crowd of 13,321 was surprising, given the noise generated by the South Korean fans with less in attendance yesterday. Japan’s drummer and his handful of active fans tried to keep the fans engaged with the game, but another stoppage interrupted the flow, and the young fans starting the Mexican wave were again allowed to try their luck. This was going to be a difficult last ten minutes, with Anicka Castaneda waiting to come on for the potentially concussed Malea Cesar.

Momoko Tanikawa ghosted into the area and picked up a cross from the right, steering a shot under Meollo for six. Substitute Riko Ueki had been on for a minute when she connected with a deep cross from the right to make it seven, South Korea put on high alert and still Japan kept coming, intending to use the five additional minutes for further attacking practice. Ueki turned a header just wide, Hikaru Kitagawa fired a shot past the post and still the Philippines did their best to repel their talented opponents. The Nippon, Nippon “Pop Goes The World” chant had been going for a minute when the final whistle sounded and the Philippines were put out of their misery. Toko Koga got the tried and tested player of the match award for her two goals (always the top goalscorer from the winning team), the players met in the centre circle for the formal handshakes, the Philippines bench coming on to join them against standard protocol. Two rings then formed as the teams wet through vastly different team talks, both teams ending their discussions with applause.

The stadium had almost cleared out by the time the players had a chance to say hello and goodbye to their fans, both squads lining up to bow to opposite sides and ends of the stadium before the rest of the fans filtered away into the early evening. This early evening fixture had mirrored last night’s spectacle, both the Japanese and South Korean teams having proven too strong for their underdog opponents. Nina Meollo can hold her head high, making a string of saves to prevent the scoreline blowing out further. This Japan team offers something a little different to their South Korean counterparts. It’s not all sharp passing and calculated moves; they have the X-factor and the flair to take out this competition in style. We just hope it comes in a game against Australia here next weekend. The one-sided games are finally over, we now look forward to four cracking games before the final next Saturday, the play-off matches throwing some very handy match-ups our way to keep the excitement going for the whole week. This is where the AFC Women’s Asian Cup comes alive, the semi-final match-ups are going to be epic!

South Korea’s six pack for Uzbeks

South Korea 6 Uzbekistan 0

When special event buses are running in Sydney, the event is usually one that attracts tens of thousands of fans. Alas, the first quarter final in Sydney, which was meant to involve the Matildas, was never going to attract a crowd to justify the major outlay of a free bus network across Sydney before and after the game, and music lovers at Qudos Arena for the Linkin Park concert would outnumber the crowd at this entertainment hub. The script may have been torn up by Joe Montemurro, but what we had at Stadium Australia was still the possibility of an entertaining game, Group A winners South Korea up against plucky minnows Uzbekistan, who qualified thanks to a sole victory over Bangladesh in Group B. The best we could hope for was a spirited performance from the Uzbeks, the likelihood was for a comfortable victory for the Koreans and a chance for the East Coast crowd to see Japan’s opposition in the must-see semi-final on Wednesday.

The Heartbeat of football health hub was well attended outside in the stadium precinct, the merchandise stall offered fans a final chance to get Uzbekistan-branded kit and accessories, and the Locker Room was a mix of concert-goers and casual football fans gearing up for their respective events. The Uzbekistan team was out first, throwing their mini footballs into the crowd but having to give it some welly as there were hardly any fans in. The South Korea fans followed soon after, doing much the same, but the sparse crowd was more interested in the pre-game routine when the players had left the field, the flags marched onto the field all furled up, unfurled and waved up and down in the same way as every game had been so far. The duh-dum heart beat music preceded the entrance of the players, the smoke-works burst with colour and smoke filled the air. This was like a well-worn pair of slippers, such was the familiarty, the South Korean anthem almost to the tune of the comedy terrace chant “What the f*cking hell was that?” and the Uzbekistan anthem following like the teary part of a Disney princess movie.

South Korea started well, shooting away from their bank of red shirts at the opposite end, the drum and the chants loud against the otherwise quiet stadium. Choe Yuri found space down the right, for South Korea and her cross was cut out but she was straight onto a through ball a minute later, controlling well before Uzbek goalkeeper Maftuna Jonimqulova saved, and from the rebound, Mun Eunju had the easiest chance but somehow lifted her shot well over the bar for an incredible miss. Kim Hyeri cut in from the right and fired in a shot that was headed over by Dilrabo Asadova for a corner, Jang Selgi lashed in a shot that Jonimqulova saved well at the near post. The goal was coming, and when Choe Yuri played a beautiful through ball for late call-up Son Hwa-Yeon, she shot on goal, the desperate dive of Asadova deflecting the ball and sending it looping into the net for 1-0. A cute celebration was straight from Singin’ in the Rain, the double click of the heels something new.

The Korean fans were in full voice now, the pressure was off, the chances kept coming, Mun Eunju at the far post from a flowing move and cross from the left unable to turn the ball home, and goalscorer Son Hwa-Yeon got her head to a superb cross from the right only for Jonimqulova to beat the ball away with incredible reactions. The pressure was intense and finally when the ball was half cleared to defender Ko Yoo Jin on the edge of the area, she took the initiative to curl a sensational shot over Jonimqulova for 2-0. Son Hwa-Yeon headed a delicious cross onto the bar and couldn’t believe it when Jonimqulova saved the rebound, Noh Jinyoung stooped low to get a header on goal that just went past the post.  Uzbekistan were simply pinned in their own half, the only respite coming from stoppages, the physios coming on to give the players a rest from being shuffled around the park by their far superior opponents. When they did manage to get two consecutive passes to stick, there was no option for a third and it was tough viewing.

Asadova and the Australian assistant referee had a disagreement about the official being in the way of the throw-in, a completely pointless argument from the Uzbek player just to buy some more downtime. Jonimqulova made a fantastic save to keep the score at 2-0, palming the ball away in full flight and the Korean fans at the other end continued to bang their drum and make a din, the defiant Uzbekistan fans behind the technical areas at least giving it a go with their Uz-bek-i-stan chant. Korea were effectively playing four, sometimes five up front, a throw-back to football in the 1950s, and when the all whites of Uzbekistan cleared, there were only orange shirts. A word on the Korean colour scheme – I have been labelled as colour blind on occasion – but that kit is orange, right? On screen they were definitely red, but live and in person, this was a fluorescent Dutch orange. The South Korea fans were bouncing, every red shirt joining in with the chants, but they were silenced when Zarina Mamatkarimova raced onto a searching long ball, goalkeeper Ryu Jisu missed the ball completely as the crowd rose as one, but got away with it, a good chance spurned on the edge of the area with the goal untended. The moments before half time were scrappy, South Korea giving the ball away uncharacteristically, the odd fan shouting coo-ee in the sparsely populated stadium as the active fans took a moment of rest.

Son Hwa-Yeon had a great chance to increase in first half added time, Kim Hyeri crossing perfectly from the right, but the presence of Jonimqulova was enough to put her off and the shot was poked wide. That was the final action of the half, the players and officials heading down the tunnel after spending almost the whole 45 minutes in the Uzbeksitan half of the field. Despite the one-sided nature of the contest, the entertainment was high, and the cheers that rung around the stadium when Uzbekistan ventured over halfway told us that the majority of the crowd was rooting for the underdog. The South Korean band played at the front of the active area, before being drowned out by Shakira on the thumping PA system. The mood at half-time was party, plenty of lime and lemon Australia shirts showing that the support would have been here had the Matildas not decided to take the hard road via Perth.

Both teams went to the bench at half time, and Uzbekistan had the first chance, a free kick from the left floated in dangerously, but the attackers had sprung too soon, Ryu Jisu making a routine catch with the flag up. Umida Zoirova took a blow to the face that slowed up the game that was starting to get its flow back. The Uzbeks looked more capable, only the final ball letting them down, the crowd urging them on. It was hard not to feel sorry for the all-whites, their endeavour warming the neutral fans, but the lack of options in attack made it tough-going whenever they were in possession in the Korea half. The third goal came courtesy of a corner, well cleared by Jonimqulova, but Park Soo Jeong fired in a shot that deflected up off half-time substitute Diyorakhon Khabibullaeva and over Jonimqulova into the net. With thirty minutes still left to play and the Korean fans in full voice, this could get ugly, but Uzbekistan went on the attack and with the help of two fortunate deflections fashioned their first chance of the half, the cross dropping into the hands of Ryu Jisu though instead of to an Uzbek head.

Jang Selgi wowed the Korean fans, winning the ball off her defender to win a corner and from the set piece, Ji Soyun was teed up for a shot from distance, Jonimqulova doing well to smother the shot as the Korean fans tried to suck the ball into the goal. Uzbekistan were managing the time, trying to frustrate the Koreans, the result of the game now a foregone conclusion. South Korea walked in a fourth goal, Ji Soyun clinically dispatching a shot from just inside the area after glorious one-touch passing had unlocked the Uzbeksitan defence. The celebration was muted, this now becoming a procession. Uzbekistan continued to play with their heads held high despite the deficit, tackles went flying in as the game threatened to boil over unnecessarily, Leyla Oraniyazova booked for a crunching lunge out on the Korean left. The crowd was announced as 12,974, no disgrace, but in a stadium that holds six times that amount, that single missing goal that would have kept the Matildas in Sydney would have been stinging for the tournament organisers.

Lee Eunyoung had the ball in the net after an almighty scramble, the referee adjudging the ball kicked out of Jonimqulova’s hands before the ultimately simple finish from close range. The best move of the game came when Ji Soyun threaded a brilliant through ball to Kang Chaerim, whose effort was saved but the ball broke kindly for Lee Eunyoung and she steadied herself to finish easily for 5-0. There was a worry when Son Hwa-Yeon was down after twisting her knee in a clumsy challenge with Rukhshona Usarova and the Uzbekistan defender was at it again soon after, slicing down Lee Eunyoung in the area for a nailed-on penalty. Up stepped Jang Selgi to slam home the spot-kick, and the final whistle sounded as soon as play restarted.

The players went through the handshake process in the centre circle with the officials, and in a nice touch, the whole South Korea team went to shake hands with goalkeeper Maftuna Jonimqulova, who had kept the score at least somewhat respectable. This had been a thoroughly entertaining game, despite the score blowing out to 6-0, and the South Korea players went to their noisy active fans to join in the celebrations, eliciting pangs of jealousy from Matildas fans at the stadium who have been denied such interaction so far in the tournament. Bring on Wednesday night back at this venue when we could be in for one of the most exciting semi-finals in Asian Cup history. A big thank you to both teams tonight for giving us a spectacle, the show rolls on, see you back here tomorrow afternoon!