Green with envy.

Green and gold with envy.

Envy certainly isn't all white.

It's not alright, that I must watch those Socceroos, with all their talent and typical Aussie swagger.

Do their thing in Asia, in Australia.

Green with envy, the grass looks greener over there.

That's what it could be like, if only.

But I don't want to be in Asia, Oceania is our best bet.

Yet we're led by the blind, All Whites are out of sight and out of mind.

We were meant to kick on from 2010, spoons we were meant to bend.

Envious 'cos it's the Socceroos who are on the ascend.

At least we treat our Football Ferns somewhat equally to the lads.

Or do we? I don't hear complaints so I guess it's all good.

No qualms, putting my face in my palm with regards to the men.

So I ride or die with the Ferns, not 'cos equality is my concern.

They're just better.

Less drama.

More games.

Professionals who I see, who I hear, who represent Aotearoa.

Confuzzled, it's the same folk who oversee the Ferns and All Whites.

I had a pipe dream of All Whites vs Socceroos, a footballin' Bledisloe.

Chappell-Hadlee, Hadlee-Chappell, divine intervention is needed so I head to the chapel.

And pray.

To God, Allah, Jah and Buddha.

For the future of the All Whites, right now we are in the wilderness.

While the A-League is poppin' in Australia, while the Socceroos ride the wave.

Wellington Phoenix couldn't hang this season, at least they can hang on to a steady future.

Envy flowin' through me, as I watch on the telly.

At a time when there's NRL, AFL, Super Rugby and some sort of cricket.

The Socceroos beat up Harry Redknapp's Jordan, Timmy Cahill scored and boxed the corner flag up.

Cahill, Kruse, Rogic, Leckie, Mooy, Luongo and Burns, they were all there.

25,000 Sydney-siders, they were all there.

The football fan in me wanted to be an Aussie, sick to my stomach, I felt green with envy.

Good on them, they're the boss-dawgs of Asia.

I don't want Asia, just yearn for some All Whites like an absent father.

I don't need 25,000 kiwis singing, footballin' tribes united under the Southern Cross.

I don't need - but I'd love - home fixtures.

I just need pride, pride in our team, instead of snickering, bickering, guys in suits nose-picking.

For a brief moment in time, that void was filled by bloody Aussies.

Envy, it'll hurt ya.

The only way is up ... right?

She'll be right.