After all these years, it appears Australian football is no closer to determining just where the summit of “Peak A-League” lies. Nor figuring out whether if one gazes at Peak A-League for too long, if Peak A-League gazes back into you; coping and humour masking calamity and ineptitude until you forget what it’s like to be normal or, daresay, competent.
Because the leagues, men’s and women’s, were back at it again this week, producing a series of calamities and misadventures that could only happen in Australia’s highest tier.
