Socceroos World Cup Postmortem

To quote the great Brazillian legend Jair Bolsonaro: “Nobody wants a gay son.”

Today I am angry.

I’ve been angry for a while and it’s been bottled up on this topic. But I’m giving a full-on angry post-match spray to the nation of Australia as we exit this world cup. But not to the coach or players.

First, let’s talk the results:

We won the first game against the momentum of the game, lost the second, drew the third, and finally lost our first game in the knockout phase on penalties, effectively at the same hurdle we have fallen on for the last 20 years.

Tony Popovic adopted defensive tactics but I think, considering he had a very young team that wasn’t very used to one another and had yet to discover their best strengths, this was a decent strategy. We had a clear lack of ability to score goals or make chances, but in the end the teams onfield performance wasn’t embarrassing.

What was embarrassing was just about everything else.

The woke Aussie fans, the uniform, the media coverage, and the politicisation of the teams campaign at home.

The Socceroos are an odd fish in the Australian Sporting landscape.

Late great former captain Johnny Warren famously named his memoir “Sheilas Wogs and Poofters” to describe the outsider status of the game.

I'm gonna make it a mission to read that book now to fully get the scope of Johnny's experience. But I do remember when it came out and when he was plugging it on SBS (Australia's foreign language/culture broadcaster for migrants) show “The World Game”, discussing with Les Murray (A Hungarian-Aussie born with the name László Ürge) at length the games cultural battles in this country. I remember a lot about that show and the game as it was in Australia back then and those are quite fond memories now Ironically.

Yes we were still in the dark ages and battling for any form of acceptance or recognition, but there was a seriousness, a unity of purpose and resolve, and it seemed like the game was run and controlled by the true believers.

It now seems to have been sadly co-opted by cultural marxists and big-Australia mass-migration proponents with an ulterior motive, while the far-right have declared it a cultural abortion (and while that is sad, I can understand why).

I would describe the old base of Australian Soccer, which I hardly see anywhere now, as conservative by today's standards. It actually seemed to be a good blend of more worldly and open-minded anglo-celtic Aussies, Christian Wogs, and a smattering of Africans, Asians, Pacific Islander and everyone else. These are the people who follow an organised religion, take traditional morality seriously, and work in small businesses.

There were minority ethnicities who would play for Australia, those who would refuse to play for Australia, and those who sat in between.

Those who would play for Australia fundamentally liked Australia at its core, and would not have had much hope to play for a foreign team anyway, either because their alternate affiliation was far too good (England, Italy, Germany), or were too hopeless, divided or politically unstable (old Yugoslavia, the pacific region etc).

Those who would refuse to play for Australia might actually include countries that are hopeless in Soccer themselves, but the diaspora in Australia was/is too anti-patriotic to ever play for the nation where they grew up in and gave them a home. The Greeks are a good example of this (though Drew Pavlou seems a notable exception as exmplified by his fandom in the Daily Mail story I link to below). As are the very-sizeable latino population of Australia (who can’t seem to get over the fact that so many of us choose to call it soccer here. Sorry but there’s four codes proclaiming themselves “football” and Aussie-rules does actually kick a ball enough to justify the name, and is equally liked to the extent that neither faction will ever win supremacy, so it’s time to accept it and move on. This seems to be no problem for the US and Canadian teams).

In-betweeners tend to be partially opportunistic, and partially going by a vibe as to who they feel is a society more in tune with their values at that given moment. Croatian and ex-Yugoslav names seemed very prominent in the late 90s Socceroos, but are hardly visible today. In fact a couple of players have ditched the Australian programme that trained them and gave them their footing in the game to play for Croatia instead.

You know what? I don’t blame them, because I think it’s the vibe. And the vibe is gay.

Very fagilly gay.

GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY

FAGGY FAGGY GAY FAGGY POOFTER GAY FAGGY GAY. AND COMMIE WOKE BULLSHIT.

The people who control everything in this country are exactly the people who you would never want near your kids. They are all treasonous mutant rainbow marxists.

Interestingly, Australia benefitted from two players at this world cup who could’ve played for Italy instead. Christian Volpato and Jacob Italiano. As fate would have it, Italy, one of the proudest and most successful of soccer nations, has experienced a spectacular institutional collapse, blamed on corruption, resistance to change and potentially a curse that Australian media personality John Safran put on them after they cheated against us in World Cup 2006.

The Socceroos uniform looked terrible. Too bright and gay for a country that is in a very shitty mood right now and where the favourite colour everywhere seems to be black, especially in Melbourne, which is where such a strong support base of the game lives. If we are gonna stick with Green and Gold (and maybe we shouldn’t) I think we should dull the tones a bit more, lean in to a more khaki/dusty feel, or up the dark end. I would rate the 1970s and 1990s uniforms as better. Tony Popovic, in is his sharp all-black suit, probably looked the best of everyone, and his ultra-sober and serious tone was an urgently needed counterbalance to the clownshow carnival that visually appeared everywhere else where an Australian accent was foind in this tournament.

Apart from some dodgy haircuts and try-hard celebrations, I'm gonna cut the players a lot of slack. They answered a form of national service, and played for our country. In my opinion they did the best they could and didn’t really misbehave so I can’t fault them. Maybe some more aggression is needed though. More animal instinct. The predator-type, not the prey.

Tony Popovic, as said, was great and definitely the standout highlight of this tournament for Australia. So by the logic of the nation as it currently works he’ll probably be blamed for everything and sacked, or shrewdly take the first foreign coaching job offered to him and get the fuck out of dodge.

The fans, according to online‍ ‍accounts, acted like dickheads and should be ashamed of themselves. I would like to take a moment to apologise to my American extended family, as well as friends and readers who support Trump (like me) or even just support civil decency, because some of the chants the Australian fans were heard bellowing were vile, juvenile, disgraceful and atrocious. The fans in Melbourne copped heat for knocking down barriers, causing assaults and waving flares (though they like me are an oppressed outcast group who’s had our own game and country hijacked so I can understand the rage), the ones in the stadium copped heat for gay fan-gear and accessories, faggy expressions and fashions, an over-infatuation with the overplayed old pop song '“down-under” and plastic inflatable kangaroos, and retarded woke-left chants about Donald Trump, as though they can’t formulate thoughts independent of what JJJ radio (a government-funded youth radio propaganda network) tells them to think.

The media, was a shambles of various closed ideological thought-bubbles imposing their worldview into the game and not letting others speak. It was there visually and verbally, on SBS and in all the mainstream media. Left and right I have to say. All of them now censor and have such thick ivory towers that no one from the street really gets to express their view. This is true for The Age, The Herald Sun, The Daily Mail, the Guardian and all the broadcasters public and private, as well as the new upstarts like Noticer etc. I write at length here because I’m not permitted a say anywhere else. Believre me Ive tried and i get deleted or my posts not approved. The US sites are less bad though it still happens a little, though its more just polite decorum than angsty insecurity. Substack and Telegram are still quite pro free-speech though of course the Australian Government does everything it can to suppress those.

I’ll give credit to Robbie Slater, for maintaining unabashed old-school pride without sounding too snobby and retaining an Australian voice, whilst also maintaining an inclusive big-tent tone. He should be commended for sticking up for Soccer media veteran and former international Craig‍ ‍Foster (a lefty funnily enough) who was strangely absent from this years broadcasting (he says he wasn’t asked. Although new voices need to be given a chance, a link with the past is important too to maintain continuity and familiarity. No one knew the SBS broadcasters of this year).

Also props to Rita Panahi, obviously someone who also has longterm affinity with the game and the country, for calling out the left for trying to co-opt the team. In case you didn’t know, lefties were actually telling One Nation supporters they weren’t allowed to support the team.

Well I support One Nation (and became a member 2 months ago) and I’ve always supported the Socceroos, including way back when the lefties were all so anti-Australian that they refused to support the team (AKA The John Howard years). And I remember when Howard cheered the team on in Germany 2006 (this was deliberatelt omitted from the SBS doco even though it was a watershed moment for the games acceptance) and how, in his book on the Menzies era, he spoke about how he remembers the game being present in Australia even when he was young, which was contrary to the claims of the ultra-bogan anti-soccer lobby of Australia (who somehow always equated its popular appeal with foreign subversion, Ironic considering where we’ve ended up). He defended our game from critics on his own side of the fence. Got no kudos.

SBS tried to keep a straight face however it was visibly telling that there were no wog-Australia voices on their panels, when these were the very people who played, ran and talked about the game back in the day, including being on SBS as panellists and commentators. Harry Kewell was alright, it was welcoming to see him considering I always doubted his devotion to the Australian national team back when he was a player in the EPL. Kevin Prince Boateng was okay as well, and gave some good expertise that was neither parochial nor agenda-driven. But Kevin is a Ghanian-German who found his way here by taking an Australian woman as his third wife (though in his defence modern western women are exceptionally retarded and its hard to find a good one who won’t stab you in the back, spit in your face or act like a whore, a cow or a self-entitled narcissist). I think his neck tatts were important for the disenfranchised working-class ethnics of Australia that maybe the Australian game can accomodate their street-tough approach once again. All the women commentators were shit and I muted them at every opportunity. The people who always truly made up the grassroots school/club players, volunteers and fanbase were unrepresented. There were no Asians, no Muslims, No Jews, No Blacks, no meds, no Eastern Europeans, No pacifikas, no one who: shock horror, might vote One Nation or be Christian. (and most of these would be men by the way). And that’s the thing: The ALP and the Australian left absolutely forbid anyone who doesn’t conform to their cultural agenda. They want to speak for them but won’t let them speak. Thats nannustate slavery disguised as representation and advocacy. In their mind you can be religious but you can’t be anti-lgbtq, even when you think children are threatened, when you want to stop having perversions flung into your face for the sake of decency (and bwcause it makes your stomach churn), and want to keep society stable.

So the migrant broadcaster was showing the migrants game without any migrants on the panel. Except for the fake one with the overly-manicured beard.

They tried to make up for it with a documentary called wogball. It was half right for the mens-portion, and unwatchable for the women’s portion. Once again though, one has to note the notable absence of some voices, notably anyone who wouldn’t want tranny storytime shoved on their kids or rainbow flags and pride-months everywhere they looked.

SBS also had pre-game well-wishes from the elite nation-destroying narcissist Labor PM who currently leads the country, who never can pass up the opportunity for some airtime to promote himself, as well as the useless wrt-lettuce from the cucked and spayed fake opposition Liberal Party, but did not show anything from Pauline Hanson, whose One Natio party is now the most popular nationwide and in Victoria (and whose support includes a growing number of patriotic ethnics who have live in Australia for the long-term).

And that’s the way it is everywhere in Australia, including on Melbourne’s Westgate bridge. I live in the working-class ethbic western suburbs, work in the affluent east, and drive across the bridge under two flagpoles with two different flags that don’t really represent myself or anyone on my side of town (the Anglo-Imperial Australian flag and the Aboriginal grievance flag), work shitty jobs, never earn enough to get anywhere, and never get a voice in this country because what we have to say is considered too controversial. So effectively we are now enslaved.

One former Socceroo great, whose opinions on the current squad would be great to hear, is now no longer in the country. His name was Mark Viduka, and he captained the squad for the 2006 World Cup. Even though he never appeared on the scoresheet at that only World Cup he got to play, he always played with immense pride and passion whenever he wore the Australian shirt and played for the country which spanned the whole golden era of 1994-2007. All the people who actually watched the game back then could see the pride and passion with which he played when he was on the field for the Socceroos. And Viduka was an authentic product of the heartland of the Australian game in Melbourne’s West. He even used to watch Captain Socceroo, the onstructional show hosted by Johnny Warren in the 1980s.. This was in stark contrast to Kewell, who being largely England based for a lot of his life, and despite scoring a great goal in the infamous 1997 Iran game and the 2006 World Cup, always seemed ill at-ease when he played for Australia. Mark Viduka clearly never got the approval of the in-crowd who run this country, and now lives in his ancestral home of Croatia, where he runs a cafe with his …one and only wife. Marks parents left Croatia (then part of Yugoslavia) to flee the Communist Regime to settle amongst Melbournes Croatian community. I think he knows Communism shifted Down Under. Its the same way a lot of us of East-European heritage feel. And Dukes is probably not coming back, as are a number of my friends who’ve left the country in recent years.

As someone who played the game growing up and supported the Socceroos in the bad old days, I find all this very sad. I think to turn it around, the broader unresolved problems of the country need to be resolved first. A republic, punishment of the traitors, complete expulsion of the wokestapo from all the halls of power and culture, a return to true inclusion (not the fake virtue-signalling globohomo kind) a restoration in national pride, an overhaul of national symbols that are out of date and don't speak to the majority (the flag, the head of state, any fucking name and land-rights disputes etc, probably even the national antgem too), a return of a healthy, unified and cohesive working and middle class. We have gone backwards on all these things in the last 3 decades, and short of a civil war I don’t see how they get fixed easily.

The forever-whingy woke-left ruined Australia and the woke right’s backlash is starting to look similarly ugly, (they being so cynical that they denigrate anything positive in the modern sense while they valorise even the uglier attributes of the past, ones that were never universally appreciated to begin with,) before it’s time in the sun has even really kicked off. I think these people should all stay the fuck out of our game. Or maybe we should all just leave, cos we’re clearly not wanted or valued, and leave this shitty country for all the asshats who ruined it because they didn't know how to get along with people and wanted to project their self-loathing onto everyone else. Because if you can’t be happy, then no one should be happy apparently..

PS: Even though this is a cultural taboo against the ultra-snobby Soccer elite of Australia (“‘scuse me but its Fu-te-bol!”), go back and watch the Iran game of 1997, as I did for the first time ever (cos I only started following the game right as France’98 had gotten started, with Australia not present as I eventually found out because we had failed to beat Iran at the MCG in Melbourne) I think enough time has passed and this game can be seen for what it is now.

Three men who are no longer with us, Les Murray, Johnny Warren and Paul Williams are all commentating, and giving a great balance of professionalism, international sophistication, Aussie pride and voice, and ethnic colour. A good blend of skips and wogs. The shirts looked great, the team looked cohesive (and this is not to disparage black Australians. Frances Owaratefe was a well-remembered panellist from that era, and Archie Thompson, of Papua New Guinean background, was famous for his goal-halls, including a world-record 13 against American Samoa and 6 goals in the second-ever final). The crowd looked like a better-adjusted variety too and a posse I would’ve loved to be with even though it was a terrible result.

Where to now? I don’t fucking know. But everything has gone backwards and wrong in this country for the last 20 years or so (definitely since Chicom Krudd and GFC) and I don’t know how or if its worth clawing back. But I hope all the people who left in despair or went into a cave to hide come out into the open again and all those responsible for the damage get thrown into a pit of boiling lava and hellfire.