In the back of the net is a blog by and for footballaholics in New Zealand.
Kicked off on Blogspot in 2009 as a personal space for the football ravings of Enzo Giordani, almost 1,000 posts and a million page views later there are now seven bloggers in regular action here doing the best they can to serve the New Zealand football loving community.
Our mission is to fill the void left by the disappearance of New Zealand football magazines from our nation’s newsstands via the motto: ‘if you want a job done properly, you’ve got to do it yourself’.
Others are welcome to join in the madness! If you’d like to contribute, or get in touch for any other reason, e-mail casagiordani at orcon dot net dot nz.
What do I know about football? ‘Sweet FA’. I try very hard not to give anyone the completely false impression that I’m in any way any sort of expert. I just love watching the game, photographing it and writing about it. I go to as many local games as I can and, when my beloved AS Roma is playing, I yell and scream at frozen pixelated blurs on the internet. I tend to write about the experience of being a fan more than the finer points of the game.
When Ella was a high school student, and seen around school without a ball under her arm or at her feet, her deputy principal would inquire as to whether she was feeling alright. A Waiheke Islander currently exiled in Wellington, her interests span football culture, the development of the women’s game, and having a kickabout herself. Born too late to truly appreciate the glory days of her beloved Nottingham Forest (beyond some scratchy YouTube videos), Ella now lives with the slightly masochistic (yet eternal) hope that those days will soon return.
Football isn’t just about football. From FA Cup finals at Wembley to London Senior Cup ties in South London, every game John Palethorpe has been to has told a story. It’s taken moving to New Zealand for him to start writing about them though. Living in South Auckland, he follows Central United in the winter and Auckland City FC in the summer. He is interested in the development of NZ football, supporter culture around the world and how Enzo manages to take such great photographs.
I live and breathe Wellington Phoenix. To the point it’s been suggested I take up a new hobby (thanks Mum). When finances allow l travel to watch the Phoenix and the All Whites. Otherwise it’s around the fields of Wellington that I can be found. It’s not always pleasant watching football in Wellington. Some of the grounds are absolute wind tunnels and I often wonder why I’m there. It’s because I love football. Simple really.
I am seizing the opportunity to write more generally, rather than play-by-play match reports for teams that went on to depart Women’s Central League. I play at a low level on most winter Saturdays (can’t get much lower than left-back), so matches I see are usually on Sundays—but there are often fun excursions. My strong support for Coastal Spirit FC of Christchurch shows that, despite returning to Wellington a few years ago, I’m still influenced by my Canterbury experience.
Having grown up dragging my parents out to the fields every Saturday morning, trying (*succeeding) to show my brothers up in the backyard and collecting “Small Whites” posters, it’s fair to say my love of this game has been lifelong. Nowadays, spending every day after school training and dedicating most of my spare mental energy (all that the International Baccalaureate does not consume) to the beautiful game, it’s also fair to say that for me, football is my passion. I’m also passionate about feminism, music and history, but the lines between that and football always begin to blur eventually…
I’m keen on the social game and have been known to get my kicks playing weekend, club, and indoor football. A writer and communications guy by day, I bother urban Wellington by playing street football at night. I like yelling positive ‘strategic’ instructions on the field so I play keeper. I’m also enough of a geek to enjoy online
football manager games.
Rod de Lisle
Waikato based follower of Leicester, Hamilton Wanderers, All Whites and Phoenix, roughly in that order. I write stuff that I feel I’d like to read myself but there’s no accounting for taste, eh? Some of my opinions may be factually correct, sorry about that.