Hammer the hammer. Byron the Schammer. Maradona the scammer
... not that I consider European football a boring game.
On the contrary, it's right up there with the hammer-throw as worthy of attention once every four years.
I was born, bred and am currently breeding in the Indian Ocean port city of Fremantle. My grandfather first arrived here in 1942 on the P&O liner Alkaline. But the jarrah boards of the harbour pier burnt his feet. He hopped back on board and high-tailed it for Sydney, where the decks are cooler and the girls do hula. He and Grandmother have been talking about Freo ever since the fire went out.