 Missy’s Mail No. 4
Soccer, football to our international readers, has once again shown it’s true colours. The immense disappointment that we all felt at about 4am on Monday morning was overwhelming. Some found it necessary to cry, others remembered that about a month ago no-one knew who Lucas Neil was. I recovered from the loss the next day by watching a couple of great flicks, namely ‘The Italian Job’ and ‘Legends of The Fall’, somehow they became ironically relevant. I was part of a strong and vocal crowd at St. Leonards’
Cabana Bar. Unsurprisingly I ran into a number of youthful Stags. Jimmy Hosking, Sammy Hinton, Dan Richtor, and most enjoyably Andrew Plummer.
That’s right…. Plummer. What an experience it was to see that man again. I watched the second 45 minutes of the debacle next to the Plum and after it was over he decided to show his disgust by hurling his recently vacated schooner glass at the screen. The screen being above the exit made things interesting for the crowd leaving, as they ran through a glass gauntlet.
That’s the kind of guy Plum is, if he likes you he’s your best mate…if not he’ll throw a schooner glass at you.
Enough now of that silly round-ball game. We can all get some sleep now, unless you’re watching Wimbledon. On to cricket.
Mathew Nicholson seems to be on a hot run of form, scoring a hundred last publication and now snaring 9 poles for his county. The Twenty/20 competition has commenced and will no doubt give Nicho a chance to show off all aspects of his game. The embarkation of the 20/20 gives our fearless 1st grade captain about 3 weeks for some long overdue R&R. He intends to spend this time golfing and sleeping. Just a few of our favourite "ings" here at the GDCC.
 A new electronic mail from one of many Gordon’s socialites, Damon Livermore, gave insight to the mind of a single man. On the field rain has delayed the run of form that Reggie has had of late, only adding 30 and a couple of poles to the seasons aggregates. Whilst off the field, a couple of delightful stories which made most interesting reading. I feel I won’t be able to do justice to this first story, so I will just about copy and paste from my overflowing hotmail.
(Reggies excavator)
Reggie will narrate:
After a few beers on Saturday night, i was walking home to my captains house from the local and only night club. On my journey - i stumbled across a 4 tonne excavator parked on the side of the road. Funnily enough the door was unlocked and the keys were under the seat. So i jumped into the saddle ( i have over 40hrs experience on the machines) started her up, switched off the safety, turned up the throttle and displayed my skills as an operator to a few of the local lads ( all about 18yrs old ... so easily impressed) after a few tricks - i thought it was a good idea to block the road with the machine and make a clean get away. So i extended the boom across the road and there was no way a car could get through. After stopping off at a kebab shop with my new found mates, my rubber arm was twisted - to give the keys to the boys so they could enjoy life as an operator of a 4 tonne excavator.
As i was munching on my badly packed kebab - the boys were well into a bit of excavation...... until the police arrived. Nabbed one of the boys....
Damo (Reggie) was already in full flight in the opposite direction.
And there you have it. The first, second, and third time I read this I was in complete fits of laughter. Then I thought to myself, surely Reg was doing this when he was 18 himself. Now 30, Livermore should know better than to get a kebab on the way home from the local.
 Reggies second story involves him flirting with an unidentified "tidy" female. Reg is staying in very much a one horse town, and without much "talent" around he found himself instantly aroused at the site of a 30-something blonde outside his local supermarket climbing out of a red MG convertible. After unsuccessfully handing out his RSVP identification, he read the social pages two days later only to spot the very same "tidy" female inside. It was Kate Moss. Only Damon Livermore. Maybe Pumps.
(What a lovely couple)
Not to be outdone Current Club Captain John O’Neill-Fuller has also found himself in recent times to have a bit of celebrity about him. Following an outing at the Arena Magazine Awards (don’t bother asking me, or for that matter pumps, how he got in) Pumps was splashed all over the social pages.
 Well when I say splashed, he was really in the background of a photo. Still, I’ve never been in the social pages and I’ve got to be at least 3 maybe 4 times better looking than John O’Neill-Fuller. Right?… Right? JOF said, and I quote, "Apparently there were lots of famous people there, but I had no idea who they were". I don’t think Pumps realised the famous people weren’t behind the bar.
(JOF with "friends")
With the Soccer World Cup reaching unprecedented heights in Australia some of our Stags, JOF included, have been loving every moment in the UK. The Walkabout is/was Pumps’ favourite institution to attend for the Aussie fixtures, and learnt some rules very quickly. Number 1 being never to wear clothes that you ever want to wear again, because upon a goal being scored it became tradition to throw whatever drink you had in the air.
On the pitch, JOF has had a run of scores in good wins for his club. 117 in the Sunday League in a 12 run victory, 60 in a 120 run win, 36 in a losing draw, and 78 in a tight 10 run win. When pumps took on Enfield, Ed Howitt Jr.’s former club, JOF was treated to some colourful language and informed sledging thanks to a plethora of information given by Hoppa.
 Now for on a different field/off field news. Ben Garratt, a legendary Stag in his own right, has been playing Reserve Grade for the Avoca Sharks in the Central Coast Premier League. BG seems to be quite a hit at his club, even having his own article posted on the Avoca Sharks website (www.avocafc.com) called "The Reserve Grade Rant". One can view BG’s quick wit by entering the Shark Speak icon and having a scout round the forums. BG doesn’t know it yet, but he now owes me for eternity for giving him a "free" plug during my column.
(Ben Garratt)
I was fortunate enough to have a beer with the peoples champion, Iqbal Ahmed, for some Wednesday night trivia at the Blue Gum. All is well in the Ahmed-land (more commonly known as Saudi-Arabia) as he continues to play in the winter cricket league with Hoppa, Bretty, Cuppy, to name a few and a couple of West Pymble representatives.
I could not end this column without saying hello to a very dear friend of Missy’s Mail. Meg. Meg is a big fan of Missy, and Missy is a big fan of Meg.
Thank-you dearly for your love mail, and scented underwear in which you sent via air-post. Of course none of this really happened, but my ego would like to think that I have fans from all over the planet.
 Unfortunately Missy’s Mail IV must end on a sad and tragic note, on two counts. Firstly, I ran into Las Kannangara outside Turramurra station only to receive news that he has badly injured his knee playing soccer. He will be out of action for up to 10 months. This is a sad blow for all club men who will no doubt know Gordon’s pocket size Sri Lankan. We wish him a speedy recovery.
(Las in action)
Finally, I came across Brendan McDonald at the Commodore on Thursday night.
I had to double take because I could have sworn he left for England a number of months ago. Unfortunately Bmacs return was due to tragic circumstances.
Nathan Moss, Mossy to his mates, was seriously injured when he was struck by a car jogging across the road. Macca was onboard the next flight just 6 hours after receiving the phone call. Nathan passed away in hospital last Wednesday. Brendan was grateful though to have spent the last week of his best mates life beside him at the hospital. On behalf of Gordon Cricket we send our deepest condolences to the Moss family, and to his group of mates who I’m sure will never forget their friend.
A terrible, terrible way to end an article, but it’s an eye-opener to how precious life is. To dust off an old cliché… Enjoy every day like it was your last.
Missy | 
