MATT CRAM: Certainly was, by the sound of it.

NS: By the sound of it? Please don’t tell me you didn’t get up to watch the final act of the Australian World Cup soap opera?

MC: Umm …

NS: The passion, the drama, the heartbreak — and you were in bed dreaming of Micky Malthouse and co instead of supporting the Socceroos?

MC: Ah …

NS: Un-Australian. Any so-called sports lover that didn’t witness one of our country’s bravest but ultimately futile battles should hang their heads in shame.

MC: Had they been a bit more brave in the first game against Germany it wouldn’t have been as futile, and you can’t help malfunctioning alarm clocks.

NS: Your loss, Crammy. It was an incredible night — the Socceroos played like we all know they can and for a brief moment it looked like a miracle could be unfolding. I was jumping around my lounge room like a man possessed.

MC: That’s a scary thought. As plucky as the Socceroos were, it makes me wonder why Pim Verbeek didn’t get us to play like that against Germany.

NS: But not much went our way, thanks to red cards to Timmy Cahill and Harry Kewell, so it was good to at least finish on a high note. And you missed something else that night too, Crammy.

MC: Do I even want to know?

NS: Among all the World Cup drama, I tuned into Wimbledon and watched some of the closing stages of the longest-ever match in tennis history. Utterly ridiculous that a set can get to 59-59 and a match last more than 10 hours. It’s a record that won’t be broken and it capped off a truly magnificent night of sport!

MC: You finished rubbing my nose in it yet?

NS: Yep. Oh, just one more — reckon you’ll be able to stay awake for Geelong and St Kilda tonight?