Mazer Rackham

I remember that game. Last kick was to a squib called Marshall who performed the most red hot dropping he ball you will ever see in your life. Called as holding the man. Just about ate the bean bag I was sitting on, my mind was blown so bad.

Hey ... Neeld tried that same approach. Only he had such high regard for his players, he did it to all of them. Dunno why it didn't work. Maybe it diluted the excellence too much.

OD, you know the answer to that already.

Don't drink the whiskey! And don't put your thumb over the lens when you're photographing the list of spies.

He's a Vic who played for SA in the state of origin!

So he's on to us!? Our security has failed. Or maybe we have a mole... I can see I'm going to have to call Obama again to get this sorted. Thanks for the intelligence. To the red phone!

Well, have you heard the way they talk about us? "... hopeless sense of composition ..." "... phrasing is clunky and his posts have little flow ..." "... don't even realise he was making a simile ..." "... couldn't spell if he ate a dictionary ..." Harsh, and quite hurtful if you're one of the targets.

Important to remember that we (the members) were not voting to put the MFC out of existence. We were voting to put HFC out of existence. It was a takeover. Get their players, sponsors, supporters, facilities, and five years later have a jumper change and name change back to "the Demons". Somehow, we were the "senior partner" in this escapade. Looked great on paper.

That must be what happened to Demonology.

From this article by Brent Crosswell: http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/09/26/1064083189022.html?from=storyrhs The coach calls us into the centre of the ground and we form a half circle around him. You're standing next to your teammates, who are closer to you than brothers; bonded by time, pain, humiliation, by triumphs. And you love every one of them in their common humanity. They were the kids you would have loved to have had living next door, but you weren't so lucky. You would have kicked end-to-end to your heart's content, then.