Good to see the Dees get a small win this week. Not on the field but in the ongoing battle against the media.
Fun to see the hacks and the hyenas camped in the cold all day outside Dees HQ while the board warmed their toffy arses by the Longroom fire. And for what? Nuthin'.
Oh Hell hath no fury. No headline, only a non-headline. A horde of journo's days wasted for nought. 5 bitter articles full of moral indignation in the Age alone. One even referenced 'many respected media football commentators' with a link to a Caro article. Ha bloody Ha.
The problem was the board didn't obey the endless media prompts and ditch the guy (as they were encouraged to do last time with Dean Bailey, thereby giving the lazy scribes another cheap story).
Of course that previous media-sponsored sacking is now used as part of the journo's evidence of MFC's pathetic rabble-dom, lack of loyalty. It's true they are an undeniable rabble of course, but go fark yourselves fellas.
And take Kennett with you. His most recent pieces of advice include merging the Dees with the Roos or moving them interstate... Now he wants the job to actually do it.
RANT ENDS.
And now, here's the news:
Leah is in serious danger of destroying the joint. Of course I'm paraphrasing Sydney's Queen-Bitch. No, not Lee, Phil, Juzzy or Paul, or any of the Swannettes. But the piece-of-shizen shock-jock and his attitude to female ladies of the opposite sex. Yes, he who solicits under-cover bobbies in London toilets, that rabble-rouser of Sydney gutterazzi, the ubiquitous West-Sydney/Shire bogans and flag-wearing nazi-fodder..... oops, I guess that turned into something of a rant too...
... Anyway, back to the point: Leah has been thereabouts every year since she joined and once again is showing distinct form. She's led momentarily before but could she be the Julia Gillard of the Drunk. I think we're ready.
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