Qualifier Anxiety Anxiety So the Socceroos lost 0-1 vs Uruguay on Sunday morning. It was 90 of the worst minutes of my life (spent watching football). I didn't enjoy anything about the game. I just lay there in the hotel bed in Kilmore, grinding my teeth and wishing it for it to be over. I even considered turning off the TV. Part of my fear was the thought that if Uruguay knocked in more than one goal the decider in Sydney would be incredibly difficult and I'd have spent $ on attending a match that was over before it began. Which is a bit selfish, but hey - I did think it.

In the end I was relieved that the team managed to stop Uruguay from scoring again. But I have no confidence at all now. Recoba is just too good.  ¶ 11:17 AM