Okay, for those of you who aren’t aware, Australia lost to multiple world champions, Italy by 1 goal to Nil.

Oh, and Italy got their only goal EIGHT SECONDS from the end of the game.

And, to add insult to injury, the goal was from a penalty that should never have been awarded.

Now you might think I would be unbelievably PROUD of the Australians’ effort, having been ranked at 44th in the to-win odds and I am, but crikey! how cruel was that?

The level-headed, fair dinkum folk (like my Dad) think that Italy deserved to win (although his blood runs green and gold), having had the most quality strikes at goal and they (he) might be right, but for right now, I’m holding on to the WE WUZ ROBBED sentiment until at least next week.

Now, sinking into major snarkiness mode, my father reliably informs me that the Italian team actually TRAINS at taking dives! Well smack my arse and call me Sally, fancy that! Sadly, clearly the training paid off!

Them glamour boys, with their slick hair and Armani underpants nearly had the Fiorucci rug pulled out from under their boots that’s for sure! I believe that had we made it into extra time, the folks here in Norton Street, Leichhardt would have been crying into their pasta bemoaning what could have been.

Now I love Italians, but not today.

I’m gonna get behind the Germans now, as it’s their home town, and they have put up with weeks of raucous Australians drinking their beer, shagging their women and generally running amok. It’s the least I can do.

Perhaps next week I can say that the best team won on the day. But that’s next week.

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