Having qualified for South Africa 2010, the Socceroos are aiming high.
I thought about Roger Federer's win at the French Open. I thought about Australia's failure, and Ireland's success, at the Twenty20 cricket.
I thought about the Turkish Formula One Grand prix, Barry Hall's Aussie Rules disciplinary record, and Kaka's move from Milan to Real Madrid.
But it all kept coming back to one thing. Australian players and team staff celebrated qualifying for the 2010 FIFA World Cup on the weekend with non-alcoholic "Champagne".
If that doesn't tell you that these Socceroos mean business then I'm not sure what does.
Compare and contrast the alcohol-fuelled excess exhibited by "athletes" from other sports and the sometimes equally amber-toasted antics of previous generations of Socceroos.
Non-alcoholic Champagne? What is that? Grape drink? Fizzy water? It is, apparently, how we roll. No fuss. Get the job done and get out.
"Yeah, you want to celebrate but in this day and age in sport, you can't afford to drink alcohol and go too silly," said Tim Cahill about kicking off to acknowledge significant events.
It was appropriate that Australia qualified for South Africa with a tame 0-0 draw in Doha against opposition that rarely and barely threatened its goal.
It was also appropriate that qualification took place in the middle of the night and you could only see the match on television if you paid money to a cable provider or you went to a bar to watch.
It all used to be so much different. That included failure.
Previously, the peak experience for Australian football fans was the end-of-qualifying dramatic sudden-death showdown we would normally lose. This time? Pim Verbeek's cool tactics assured us it was no drama, no fuss, nothing to see around here.
This is the future and this is what being a "real" football nation in a real qualifying campaign is about.
The widespread measured response was summed up by a number of text messages I received from players after the game.
One senior player's joy extended so far as not having to travel to Doha again for a long time. These Socceroos are as pragmatic as their coach (which maybe explains why they all get on so well).
Of course, there has been some hysteria. One major newspaper had an online poll asking readers if Australia will now make the final of the 2010 World Cup.
More alarmingly, last time I checked, 80 per cent of respondents said "Yes!".
High expectations much? Someone, somewhere, had been on the Veuve Clicquot rather than Doha tap water. Half their luck.
"I think we can sometimes get carried away," offered Socceroo Vince Grella, a voice of some reason amid the hysteria.
Pim Verbeek, though, has landed back in Australia and already started the mind games with his squad, 12 months out of next year's tournament.
"Now that we have qualified we want to do better than last time, and we will do," Verbeek said.
"You have to make targets in life."
So, the quarter-finals, then. Top eight?
The next thing you know, Australia will think it will be able to host a future World Cup.
What's that? Parliament House in Canberra on Sunday?
Call me un-Australian, if you must, but do we need something of a reality check? Or is all this starry-eyed fizzy-fuelled ambition the best way to present ourselves?
At what point does confidence become arrogance?
Where can someone get a drink around here?
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