Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi

The afternoon started poorly.
Stuck in Espoo at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere with a broken foot and crutches.
The bus I had planned to get apparently didn't actually take the route I thought it was supposed to (discovered later on that it did and the bus driver was a sadistic bastard who obviously likes teasing the disabled).
So 45 minutes later I'm FINALLY on a bus back to N's house in the hope of catching at least some of the last half of the Japan vs Australia game.
The bus driver had clearly only recently (like yesterday) passed his test and was doing everything by the book. For example, stopping for pedestrian crossings... even when there were no pedestrians.
So the 10 minute bus ride stretched into 25 and the game is heading into injury time...
I hobble through the door with 20 minutes to go and settle down with a cold (crap) Finnish beer just in time to witness the first Aussie goal.
In my excitement I managed to spill beer all over my head (good for the hair though) and all over my jeans. But a goal!!!!
Another two goals later and I was out of beer and my hair was soaked. But three goals! In 20 minutes!
N and I, being the only two Aussies, had a moment of intense patriotism while listening to ACDC.
However, three games later (not to mention the computer football games inbetween) has me a little footed out.

But, each time I think of those goals I have to smile.
Australia... you made an hour of sitting at bus stops in Espoo worth it.