 Missy’s Mail No. III
Pule Misa.
This name won’t mean a lot to many, if any of our readers. However, it is he who is responsible for the death of our dearly beloved William Sweeney. May he rest in peace. Pule Misa played for the Samoan Rugby team in the 1999 World Cup. 7 years later and he is now running around for the Drummoyne Rugby Union team in the NSW suburban rugby competition. 7 years ago William Sweeney was running around for the under 13 division at schoolboy level.
(Pule in action)
Suffice to say that when the two met in a round 7 clash a couple of Saturdays ago the ex-international ran circles around our mate Shweens.
Well, not really circles, it was more of a straight line up and down and over the Knox Old Boy Outside Centre. In cricketing terms it would be like watching Craig McDermott bowl to my 9 year old, slightly retarded next door neighbour. I’m glad it was him rather than me. However, Shweens did make a full recovery to score 3 tries against Woolhara Colleagues the following week.
 The ever reliable Matthew Nicholson has, once again, been first to respond to my regular (and probably slightly annoying) group of emails. This website has already publicised his recent success with the bat, but he says the wickets have been slow with little assistance to the pace bowlers, so he felt his best contribution to the team would be with the blade. Cricket evidently takes up most of the time Nicho has, in fact 11 of the past 12 days he’s spent on the field, leaving little time for him to socialise the way I’m sure the likes of Reg and Pumps are. I suppose it also helps that he’s married. This may help him to steer clear from the likes of O’Neill-Fuller. Bad Man.
Lance Klusner has been the star for Northants this season, and Nicho is trying his very best to tempt him down old Chatswood way in 2011 when he hangs up his 14 pound bat. I’d like to think he’d fit in well wearing that famous old Stag over his heart. Imagine Kenner or Klemmy bowling to the big hitting left hander. Or having a beer with the established all rounder after training. Of course, this would never occur because once he found out that Hoppa had a better "wrench shot" than him, his jealously would force him to leave the club, the state and eventually the country.
 Matty Makepeace has struggled to get on the pitch of late with constant precipitation. This of course means that copious quantities of alcohol have been consumed. Unfortunately he was quoted as saying "Let’s just say I took Tiddles advice and put it into practice last week." I don’t want to know what that means, and I choose to ignore that it was ever said. When ‘Big-Peace’ has had the chance to play he has had some recent success and hit 107 not out to set a total of 289. The opposing side was dismissed for 179.
(Matt Makepeace in action)
Rod Hokin, ‘Rocket’ to his friends, appears to be having a sterling season and his form continues to impress. Rocket scored 60 in a 20/20 fixture last Wednesday, then scored 92 on Saturday chasing down a total of 238 to win.
Rocket hadn’t finished there though and score 104 on Sunday in the Devon Cup against a Premier Division side.
Apart from these three generous players, there is no other news to report from overseas. Perhaps if the rest of them were not as lazy and would reply to me once in a while I could write a proper article about things people care about. Such is life. Now for off field news.
Surprisingly enough JOF won’t feature in this edition of off-field news.
Some will be pleased, others will cry.
 On the 23rd of May, this year, I sat down in my favourite arm chair to read my favourite local paper, The North Shore Times. I was pleased to read an article about the potential of young West Australian spinner Beau Cassen joining the Gordon ranks in the next season. Apparently Gordon has appeared as the front runner to sign the up-and-comer. Perhaps more of this story will come to hand as the 2006-2007 approaches.
(The classic action of Stobs)
Perhaps the best news so far is the on again-off again retirement of nemesis Richard Stobo, or Richard Stobo to his friends, is once again on. A whisper from a little birdie who remains to be unnamed informed me of his retirement. An email to Tiddles, both confirmed and denied his retirement. I for one hope Stobo does not retire. If he is not at the club, who will I ridicule. As easy as that question appears to be to answer, it wouldn’t be the same. Although Stobo has achieved many things in his long, long, long, long career perhaps his drive to win a higher, lower grade premiership will spur him on for 6 more months of Higgins’ abuse.
Thursday, June 8 saw Higgins turn from an adolescent male to an adolescent.
 To be more specific from 19 to 20. That’s right Higgins has finally become slightly less female. The event was celebrated prodigiously at the GreenGate, the Commodore and of course Alberts Corner bar. On this evening I was fortunate to run into Sam Hinton. 6 hours earlier I received a phone call from Tiddles who informed me of a new love interest in Slammin’ Sammy’s life. The two met somewhere in Kings Cross, and consummated the mutual love and respect for each other in one of the cross’ many five star alley ways.
Or so the story goes. Hint-Dog was far from quick to quash the rumours.
(Why is Sam smiling?)
As long as we’re talking about love and other romantic things, I am pleased to be the bearer of good news. Anthony Eddington will be tying the knot with the lovely Nina on April 20 next year. Followers of Gordon Cricket and players both past and present will remember Edo for playing in the 4th grade premiership winning side in the 2004/05 season. Those who were a little closer to Edo will know that he could never keep a secret, no mater how degrading to himself.
 A genuinely good bloke and we wish him all the best for his upcoming season in Scotland in the Premier League.
(Edo or the Twann at Chatswood last season)
Jules Stephenson is on the mend after an elbow operation last Friday. The tendonitis in his elbow turned out to be a bone spur with cartilage damage. The surgeon hopes he will be able to bowl without pain by the end of August.
What kind of green and gold blooded Australian would I be if I didn’t mention the Soccer World Cup. Something that infuriates me on a regular basis is when people call soccer, football. Anyway, nitpicking aside, what a magnificent match it was on Monday night against the Japanese. I was lucky enough to reserve Gold Class seats at the GreenGate for the 11 o‘clock kick off.
For 83 long minutes it appeared as though the Aussies would go home dejected and somewhat angry over a controversial Japan goal. I have witnessed many, many great Australian sporting victories, however never have I received such goose bumps when the first, second and third goal struck the back of the net. Even after seeing each goal 27 times.
 After my infinite schooner of VB and after the 9th rendition of "Ole’, Ole’, Ole’" I wandered on home. What a wonderful night, one that I won’t forget for a while yet. Perhaps it will become one of those "Where were you questions". Maybe not. If Australia beats Brazil I’ll shave my head.
"Bring on Brazil" I can hear you bastards say.
Missy | 
