The Australia men's national field hockey team (nicknamed the Kookaburras) are Australia's national men's field hockey team, and one of the nation's most successful top level sporting teams. They are the only Australian team in any sport to receive medals at the last five Summer Olympic Games (1992–2008), and have placed in the top four in every Olympics since 1980. They also won the Hockey World Cup in 1986 and 2010.
The Kookaburras' inability to win an Olympic gold medal despite their perennial competitiveness, led many in the Australian hockey community to speak of a "curse" afflicting the team, finally broken in 2004 with the win in Athens.
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