Yu-Jin and I went to the soccer last night at Subiaco Oval. It was an international match between Australia and Indonesia with the Aussies winning 3-0. With the amount of shots on goal that they had it should have been 6 or 7-0. Their finishing left a lot to be desired quite frankly. Australia doesn't play enough internationals and it showed in their lack of cohesion. There were only 13719 spectators there which wouldn't have been helped by the fact it was shown on live TV.
Getting to the game involved the dash home from work to pick up Yu-Jin, grab tea, head to the train station because who wants the problems associated with parking at these events, walking to the ground, queueing to buy tickets and waiting for the guy in front of me and I don't know what his problem was, running around to the other side of the ground and finding our seats just before the national anthems were sung. At least we didn't miss that important piece and Yu-Jin and I were able to sing together.
Yu-Jin lasted the first half ok but became a bit restless during the second half. Luckily we brought some books for him to read. He fell asleep on the train on the way home and it felt really unusual having Miky to pick us up. It has always been the other way round.