That'd be John Worsfold's foot. In his mouth.

What a freak this bug-eyed spanner really is. Is he getting Suma to write his jokes for him now?

That whole post-match line designed to make the losers feel good was as illconceived as any I have heard recently. "Knocked up in the back of a rusting Sandman by a bloke called Drano" kind of illconceived. All very South Fremantle.

It's us Freo folk who are supposed to think winning the derby is all that counts, John, and we didn't give a flying rat's winky about your drug-soaked cup from a couple of years back.

Humour is for the sophisticated, John. Stick to running into blokes. You are failing at the funnies.