Drinking with the Enemy – Australia v Germany from the Concordia Club
At 1:30am, my alarm tossed me out of bed and into a taxi.
“To Darling Harbour?”
I was actually headed (replete in my Australia-gear) for the Concordia Club, a German Club, but what the hell, it would be good to savour the mainstream Sydney scene.
“To Darling Harbour then! Many people about?”
“Too early to tell.”
I leapt from the cab at Darling Harbour with my train to Tempe due to leave Central Station in about 15 minutes.
The scene tasted like sick. The official ‘Fanfest’ appeared to be already full and, outside of the flashing lights of the compound, on the cold pavement [...]




