Fives alive, fives alive... ten!

Yesterday's Wanderers 6th vs 5th derby was a classic! And who would've thought it with most of the side wrapped around the Manhattan's bar until all hours of Sunday morning! Pictured above: Easty (aka Pablo Escobar) had a bit of a sleep in his car, Harps got a bad case of the crazy eye and had to take out a bond to cover his tequila tab, Richy (our new Kiwi drinking sensation) couldn't find his tog-bag and so brought his walk-in luggage and Marc O'Jury...well... I think the picture below tells enough of the story about his last weekend in Joeys.


Set to the backdrop of the lovely Wanderers Club, the cool stench of tequila and Ghost-Pops floating through the air, a ten goal cracker!

Wanderers M/F (MFP) 5 : Wanderers M/E 5!

Derby games are always high-tension affairs and this was destined to be particularly so when the ever-athletic "Punchy" Carvs got his paws on the whistle. 60 minutes of frantic hockey and ten goals; the lead changing hands about 5 times, interspersed by just about everyone and his girlfriend being sent off; I'm not sure quite how to describe it - you kind of had to be there. Our 5 goals were all great team effors from Mallers, XFC, Steyno (who still hasn't mastered the "front-stick"), Muzzy and... wait for it... ME!!!! Ha ha ha... how depressing for the opposition defense!

Celebrations on the field, as usual, migrated to the Long Bar where we saw the return of our missing yellow friend, the team potty! (Who actually had it?). Richy, pictured above, became the season's first recipient after spending about 5 minutes on the field, the other 55 off it earning himself the tiger. What a performance!

Harps hosted a great fines meeting and after the weekend's on and off-field antics it was always going to be a biggie!

Athletic Carvs earned himself the team "Eyes" for, er... blowing a great game.. ahem ahem... Croudy bagged himself the Nathanielle Gay-play-of-the-day for not bothering to arrive with a hangover, Skeg had to account for not bringing Kath's sister to the game. His excuse that she's in Matric just doesn't really cut it after my efforts last week I'm afraid (still no word gents, I think her mum's blocked my number on her phone!).

Keeping us all in check was the future MFP skipper, Luke Thomas, seen here picking up some fines meeting etiquette from his dad. Bit of a stretch making this relevant to the fines meeting, but I couldn't leave out this great picture. No wonder we've got the hottest female supporters in the League. That's Luke on the left by the way...

The most emotional moment of the session was a farewell to Marco (seen above in the official scribe's book handover - apologies for the photo) who's off to ply his unique brand of bottom-groping to an unsuspecting British female population! M. Davey, the MFP's are going to miss you something crazy mate - have a fantastic time and keep us up to speed on the great 2006 wife-quest!

All told, a Sunday reminding us why we love the MFP's as we do; this a Monday morning reminding us why our bosses hate the MFP's as they do!