(Polly has a deep intake of breath and holds it - hoping that the inevitable sledge doesn't come, but knows it will - something like this):
Hey, didn't Crowley go to the Black Ducks after his AwFL days were over?
Of course - where else would drug cheats go. They say that there's a problem with hayfever down there but we all know its Sudafed heaven at Basso.
Everyone would have a real har-har before sledging each other over the perennial sand hill at Moss Street or the lack of showers at South's. They would to and fro about past glories, past champions, former coaches, trophy cabinets etc. before falling silent again waiting for another opportunity to have a big laugh over some kid that took a flu tablet one day at Bassendean.
Year in year out - it's a ritual.
