To European eyes, the A-League appears very americanised. Each season 14 licensed franchises from across the federation (and one in New Zealand) compete for glory in the current highest tier of Australian domestic club Football across two leagues before the top 6 compete in a series of showdown matches until the ultimate victor is decided in the “Premiership” winner-takes-all grand final in an orgy of confetti and loud pop music. For 17 years the Football Federation of Australia (now rebranded as Football Australia) has produced a very corporate and media friendly package by granting licenses to entities that can demonstrate sound financial backing, are not funded by public entities, spend below the player-salary-cap and, intriguingly, present an image that is free of any explicit reference to any nationality or ethnicity in the fabric of its branding.
Stuck a bit out of my reach, hence the awkward angle. Our next post will cover The Roar of Queensland and the surprisingly exotic history behind one of the A-League’s most decorated franchises. Perhaps not the most creative of designs, but the quality of A-League support is certainly underappreciated internationally even if the league struggles with consistent attendance figuers.
The FBTG team would like to speak to an insider in the world of Australian Football (Soccer) culture as part of research for a literary project.
Seen in the southern suburbs of Sydney itself. Quite an idiosyncratic design with a great execution. Great work from the boys representing A-League big club Sydney FC.
A distinctly Anglican looking design from supporters of Melbourne City FC; the club that forms part of the “City” triumvirate together with Manchester City FC and New York City FC. But is there really only one team in Melbourne?
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