Look, I'm feeling pretty warmly disposed towards the world at the moment because my kid kicked a goal in the u/10s this morning. Marked it, played on, sold the dummy and snapped truly on his right from 25m out on the run ... but I digress.

Normally when I hear the name 'Damian Drum' I reach for the remote control ... or another beer. (Truth is, normally when I hear the name 'Damian Drum' I reach for something off the top shelf and a very, very large glass to pour it into.) But tonight when I hear his name all I can think of is, 'coach of our first Derby win'. That makes him part of Freo folklore and always will.

Maybe it's the only trivia question you could ask about Drummy that would make him look good. But at least he's got that going for him. He coached us (well, maybe he didn't exactly 'coach' us) to our first and in a way never to be equalled victory over the evil empire.

If some schmuck from a local rag called him for a couple of scandalous quotes in the past few days ... let's not blame Drummy for it. Tonight.

Let's not eat our own, like they do up the road.