Victorians. Someone should blow them up.^*

Fremantle had had nothing but trouble since they arrived in the place. Neil Danaher was whinging about his club having to go a hundred metres up the road to train because the Dockers were having a run light on the ground so they’d know what it the place looked like; Mick Malthouse was carrying on like a pork chop about Fremantle’s trading and how great things were without Chris Tarrant around; the drunks down at Channel 7 were running promos about the handful of times Chris Tarrant has missed a goal this year; the tea cosy wearing mental patient that the supporters decided was their best and brightest was in the ear of every news outfit, telling the country how they were going to exceed their usual high standard of feralness; and that's all without mentioning the cold weather and the general stench of the place. ....more