No hope

Wish I'd waited till AFTER last Friday to order Beloved a Socceroo figurine for his bithday.

Then I wouldn't have caused us to have a miniature Lucas Neill at home who'll constantly remind us of his pointless RED CARD against Iraq and how Australia won't actually have any defenders when they take on Thailand tonight* and we'll crash out of the Asian Cup and soccer will go back to being slightly behind LAWN BOWLS in levels of spectator interest** and I won't need to fret about taking Winnie to the next WORLD CUP in South Africa because we're not going to qualify for anything ever again.

At least I didn't decide to order a mini Mark Schwarzer.

*I mean GOOD defenders. We'll have people there but they won't stop many of the other ones from running along wherever they want to be.

**Beloved keeps saying that the Socceroos weren't fired up because there were only about three fans at each of the games they've played. We'd talked vaguely about going over but soon realised we had absolutely no idea how to take a newborn to a stadium much less how to get her to Thailand without a truckload of things babies need. It was all too hard. But that doesn't excuse the other 10,000 people who went all the way to Germany last year. They can't all have had kids.