If variety is the spice of life, it appears Sunday’s A-League grand final between the Brisbane Roar and Western Sydney Wanderers will have just the right amount of tactical seasoning.
This morning, the Central Coast Mariners finally arrive in Sydney after a whirlwind midweek trip to Hiroshima. Tomorrow, they play for their season. For anyone who has experienced the wonder of jet lag, it’s hard not to feel for them.
In retrospect, we should have seen it coming. But when Clive Palmer was awarded an A-League license back in 2008 he wasn’t the way he is now. When he said he would move football in Australia forward, we believed he would do it. He was meant to be Australia’s answer to Roman Abramovich. He promised to pump his mining billions into Gold Coast United and set new standards for Australian football. He was quirky, yes, but nothing more – there were no dinosaur parks, no replicas of the Titanic. Not yet.
Josep Gombau’s brilliant, expressive head would have been sporting a wide Colgate smile yesterday when he was announced as the voters’ choice to coach the A-League All-Stars.
The eccentric Spaniard’s first season in charge of Adelaide United has been nothing if not eventful, and the privilege of managing some of the competition’s best players against Juventus in front of 80,000 fans will end it with a fitting flourish.
The appointment of Alessandro Del Piero as an ambassador for the 2015 AFC Asian Cup being held in Australia has poured petrol on a smouldering argument in Australian football – why don’t we respect our history?
It’s an argument that, given the advent of the FFA Cup and the National Premier Leagues, the game has to have – and resolve. The sooner, the better.