Doco was unreal.
Bit disapointed in Lucas Neill over the last 18 months in general
I understand he would have been devastated from not being selected to play in the WC but to go completely silent besides one or two comments.
Apparently Adam peacock said the FFA tried to invite him tonight and they couldn't contact him.
Sad really
Also, how bloody good was our team back then!!!
WE DON'T DO WALKING AWAY !
Glad they put the John Travolta bit in there.
Seeing him introduced to the crowd pre-match was a good indicator that the night was going to be a bit mental.
Just watched....pretty good but some bits I saw in previews, like Simon Hill's recount of the shootout, were missing. Extended DVD version perhaps?
was good to have the radio commentary there as well, everyone knows the hill/aloisi bit but the ABC feed is a ripper
Check Aaron Kearneys FB post - its a ripper.
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Peter Wilkins started his career with ABC as one of its main football commentators. He was also the lead presenter for Spain 82 and Mexico 86 with Craig Johnston. I think he's done some W-League too. Certainly knows the game well.
BTW - some Griff criticism (!), how come he didn't know the words for "You're The One That I Want" at the end of the doco?
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This was posted by Aaron Kearney on his FB
Some saw Phar Lap run...Some saw Bradman bat...
Ten years ago tonight, I had literally the best seat in the house for what I believe to be the greatest Australian sporting moment of the modern era.
Not that I used the seat much.
I was on the sideline talking to Australia on the national broadcaster only metres away from THAT goal.
Physically, that night is still with me in the form of lingering tinnitus. I kept turning up my headphones so I could hear the other members of the commentary team, Peter Wilkins and Andy Harper over the ever-louder crowd noise. I failed. I talked when I thought they weren't. They let me.
Those full-bore headphones, combined with the unrelenting din that drowned the Olympic Stadium from so many apoplectic fans left my hearing forever compromised.
The tingling of my skin and slightly bewildered smile did eventually fade.
It is the emotion, though, that is burned into my memory.
Even those who lived it find it hard, I think, to fully recall what a catharsis this was.
Those who loved the game had recently witnessed some of its darkest days but had also seen some undeniably brave decisions to re-invent it for the new millennium.
Brave, but dripping with potential for epic failure.
Even those who didn't love the game knew any claim by Australia to the title of great sporting nation was hollow without success in this code.
Modern Australia is worldly and of the world and this was the world game.
But we needed a blessing from the football Gods.
Gods made immortal in places like Uruguay.
Why would they turn their backs on Los CharrĂșas?
And yet that night they conspired to smile on a young nation at the bottom of the world.
They sent us back to the World Cup of football.
They say it ended a 32 year drought.
But as I stood among those players on the field at fulltime, dwarfed by a wall of gold on every side, it was evident that it was much more.
A million years of collective pain, lived out day after day by every single person who loved the game and loves this country, came to an end that night.
Football earned respect - home and away - in one explosive millisecond.
The reluctant conceded.
The faithful were vindicated.
The game that mattered everywhere else mattered here.
Fate did a U-turn.
And from that moment, anything was possible.
A decade on, there are fresh hopes and dreams for the game and, of course, fresh fears.
One day, perhaps in the distant future, Australia will lift the World Cup and November 16, 2005, will be a day of misty, mythical folklore.
If I live to see the Green and Gold lift the gold, I will tell my Great Grandchildren all they have heard about that November night long ago is true.
And they will laugh and call me a liar when I tell them Grandad described it for people all over Australia on something called a radio.
But I did.
And it was like Bradman riding Phar Lap.
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load of diknock...obviously didnt see Knights rape Parra, and their dogs in '01. ay