In a night where even the moon seemed to be enjoying itself, Fremantle have stormed home with a thrilling come from behind victory over a gallant, but ultimately sad and pathetic, Carlton. The Dockers started the night keen to win back the love of their supporters after the St Kilda debacle (technically, from a historical perspective that should be ‘the St Kilda debacle [vi]’), refusing to even change jumpers since their loss against the Saints until they had proved themselves. It was a tidy start, although they were still a bit loose down back (which is never a good look when you’re wearing white pants) but Fremantle looked like their old selves again. As you’d expect from Ross Lyon, hey didn’t feel the need to blow Carlton away and seemed intent on accumulating a good lead...that is until they stopped accumulating lead and went for the unusual tactic of standing around scratching their arses - known in football circles as doing a Matthew Carr. Things started to get very shaky towards the end of the third quarter as Freo fell - what’s known in football circles as - behind and the crowd started to turn. They fought back though, took the lead, lost the lead and then Lachie Neale took a shot on goals in the final seconds of the game from what he’s now describing as 89 metres out into a stiff breeze. The goal was a beauty and Fremantle won by 5 points.