Pre-Derbies, Harvey and Carr, J used to lock themselves away in Harvey's office for a week, planning the plethora of ways they were going to ruin Weavil lives. In one derby where Cousins, B was absent owing to a "back-related hamstring problem," Carr, J ran around telling every Weavil in sight that he hoped Cuzzy dies.
After Chops Haselby threw a Wiggles costume on the ground and stomped on it, as some pre-Derby light entertainment on the much lamented Western Front TV program, Chick, D was so enraged he chased Hase around the paddock for pretty much the entire game, looking to square up.
Who's going to be doing that sort of good, honest, wholesome fun these days? Tucker Hughes or whatever his name is?
Apart from the endless fascination that is Dardy McCrafty's wardrobe and hair design, we're a bit light on for actual characters.
I don't actually care what happens with Gaff. He's so devoid of interest he's practically invisible.
Brayshaw should shake his hand - just because that's what you should do - and then towel that particular person up all day.
