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Goran Pandev is not Bulgarian

March 18, 2010

“It’s against my religion to be here.” – Fingers (a former Macedonian, now Bulgarian) attending the Northcote City (Greek club) vs South Melbourne Hellas (another Greek club)

The second post.  This is quite the milestone.  I’ve outposted Kip Riptide’s blog.

Before I delve into last weekend’s battle of the souvlakis, I thought I might go on about my relationship with the Greeks.  I spent five years at a greek high school.  Now this wouldn’t be unusual, unless you were not greek and had a bit of the rice paper roll genes.  It’s strange being bought up in this environment, as I did not speak a word of the language, didn’t quite buy into euro techno, couldn’t fill out a bonds t-shirt or was not a V8 lover.  But I did manage to get greek accent, score a greek chick in my final year of high school and learn the greek national anthem.

Obviously, the number one sport at our school was football.  We did try to attempt to play other sports.  When we played AFL in a high school  competition, our average losing margin in the three games was close to 120 points.   We did manage to kick one goal, which caused grand final like celebrations from our team.  Our problem with the game, is that had we tendency not to pick up the football and try to kick off the ground as much as we could, which kind of defeats the purpose of the game.  We also participated in a cricket competition.  The sight of seeing some of our players kick the cricket ball (I do not recommend this, despite this being common practice by cricketers in the sub-continent) at the stumps rather than picking it up and throwing it was quite horrific.

So we only got serious when we played the round ball.  Although we didn’t win much, we didn’t look like duds.  Our most memorable match was against a rival greek school.  I think it would be the only time we were all on the same page (there was not a whole lot of lasting friendships coming out of this class) and enjoying each others company.  We drew the game, but we could have won it, if it wasn’t for my poor finishing (as one greek student said to me after the game, “You stupid kinesos”).

On to the game…

Northcote City vs South Melbourne

Saturday, 13th March 2008 at John Cain Reserve

I headed towards Northcote with Mr and Mrs Ego.  The last time I was at John Cain, was when Melbourne Victory smacked five goals against the Victorian Premier League All-Stars (Allsopp kicked his first goal for the club after a million poor attempts beforehand).  As I entered into the ground, I was confronted by raffle tickets sellers.  On offer was apparently $2,000 worth of cosmetics and perfume (sorry ladies, but I find that hard to believe its worth that much).  One seller said I had great hair, fortunately I have a good sense when people are talking shit.  I went straight for the food and beer stall.  I was a bit disappointed with the lack of food and beer options (I had a hot dog in my mind all morning), but the tasty lamb souvlaki made up for the lack of variety.

Not surprisingly, the crowd had a greek flavour to it.  The game was one-all with South Melbourne dominating play.  The ground was in superb condition, so there was no excuse for bad touches and passes.  Hellas was causing havoc on the left wing, and would have been annoyed with lack of finishing up front.  With ten minutes to go in the first half, shoddy defending by South Melbourne allowed a City striker (the artist formally known as the Impotent Striker) to catch on to a long ball and finish truly.  Five minutes later, they showed the replay of the goal, except it wasn’t a replay, the same City striker scored again with the long ball.  It’s a shame the manager can’t stone his defenders at half time (note to self, when I take over the Victorian Premier League, allow managers to stone players).

Fingers arrives at half time with beers.  He is clearly feeling uncomfortable being at a greek game.  The second half begins, and it’s Northcote who begins well.  They go close extending the lead, but the defending from Hellas has tighten up.  The game changes when South Melbourne scores (former Victory player, Daniel Vasilevski).  The boys from Hellas go off in the stands (“Northcote City Fuck Off”), and now its game on.  With ten minutes to go, Vasilevski scores the equalizer with City now hanging onto dear life.  You can sense the lack of any forward movement from City, and deep into injury time, Hellas blows a chance to win the game.  The whistle blows, and it’s a draw.  Overall, an entertaining game from the Greeks.

Game Summary

Notable attendees – A midget wearing a Northcote City jersey

Season Stats:

Number of Hot Dogs consumed – 1

Number of Beers consumed – 5

Number of Souvlakis consumed – 1

Number of food poisonings – 0

Gourmet Dogs

March 2, 2010

Welcome.

This is first (and quite possibly the last) post about the life and times of myself and the upcoming football leagues around Victoria.  I’ve made a committment along with my fellow sidekick, Kip Riptide, to watch as many football games, whether it is the Victorian Premier League, Division 2 or the Christian League.  There are a few reasons why this could be my final post:

  • A very bad gourmet hot dog
  • Wearing a Serbian jersey at a Croatian aligned club
  • Hurling abuse at a linesman
  • And getting myself lost in the Western Suburbs

Along with commentary on the game, I’ll be also be keeping tally on the number of hot dogs and beers consumed, along with any subsequent attacks of diahorrea that may fall upon me.  Now on the with the first game!

Richmond SC vs Northcote City

Sunday, 28th of February 2010 at Kevin Bartlett Reserve

It was about six months ago when I was in Altona watching supposedly my mate’s final game.  Fingers, my mate, had long-lived in the shadows of Steve Horvat, and never ever gave up on his dream in representing the Socceroos.  But when you have a broken body and heading towards the wrong side of thirty, you eventually have to give up.  So there he was, helping Altona City defeat Westgate by 7 goals.  I thought it would be a laugh to watch Fingers troll around the ground with the younger kids.  But he was easily holding his own, and was even rewarded with a goal (although this is debatable, I didn’t think he touched the ball at all).  But what captivated me the most about the day (besides that maniac of a car attendant chasing us around the car park demanding money), was watching a game without the frills of an MCG or Etihad Stadium.  I didn’t half to fork out dollars for a mid-strength beer, an extremely horrible hot dog and atmosphere that can be so annoying at times.  Here I was, drinking full-strength beer (VB, best cold beer ever), a tasty cervapi and enjoying the entertaining surroundings.  I found enjoyment in watching a fat kid try to outrun the last defender, being mesmerized by his manboobs and watching him fail miserably.  I couldn’t help but laugh at his misery.

So now I was on my way to meet up with Kip at the Kevin Bartlett Reserve in Richmond.  I get a bit lost getting to the ground, what with the road not being on Google Maps (tip to getting to this ground, you see the GE building, you walk straight down the private road towards the building).  It’s the first round of the Victorian Premier League, so there is a bit of buzz around the ground where Richmond plays host to the newly promoted Northcote City.  I catch up with Kip, and we start to admire the pitch.  It’s what all football pitches should look like, green and smooth.  I was thinking how much Melbourne Victory would have appreciated this surface after playing on Etihad a couple of weeks ago where the ground was destroyed by the AC/DC gig.  The game starts a frantic pace, with Northcote City dominating possession.  Northcote’s captain, who was playing up front, was struggling to finish off the good work that his team was providing.  Thirty minutes of pressure from Northcote was undone with a foul outside the box at Richmond’s goal.  Richmond scored with an impressive free kick.  I start to kick myself thinking that the quality of these matches would be poor.  My stomach begins to rumble, and gave the nod to Kip to test out the food provided by the Richmond Soccer Club.  We were not disappointed with the hot dogs.  A tad pricey for what it was ($6.50), but nevertheless, it was went down a treat along with the five dollar VB.  The club is of German descent, so I was hoping for a German lager of some sort.  But no, just the standard CUB beers.

Back to the second half, and Richmond scores with a decent counter attack.  They have clearly dominated the first 20 minutes, and looked like it was cruising to victory.  But the boys in white began to tire and Northcote came back again.  Northcote got a deserved penalty in which they scored.  From then on, it was all Northcote City.  With their supporters chanting ‘Northcote’ (which was quite weak), they had two great opportunities in which their impotent strikers could not convert.  And just like that, the game was over.  The score was 2-1, in favor of Richmond with Northcote rueing a missed opportunity.

Game Summary:

Notable attendees – John van’t Schip (Melbourne Hearts manager)

Number of Hot Dogs consumed – 1

Number of beers consumed – 2

Food Poisoning – Negative