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Lucky Fat Cat.
No sour grapes when you see a man who is lucky enough to walk into a club with a great list that someone else built and take over.
The biggest joke is that once great club is now drafting crabs ( Dangerfield excepted) thinking they will return to the glory days.
You would have watched enough of Scott Selwood, now your a pill popping, fence jumping, top knot loving, Maurice Mead blow wave, West Coast Eaglet, to see what a scrubber he is along with that other great pick up, Shirley Clarke they got from Melbourne.
Dangerfield should have stayed at the Crows.
Urine is now a WCE yellow belly and wont have to worry herself to much about jumping from wheelie bin to wheelie bin looking for food. Her new mates will throw better quality crumbs on the floor that taste better than 3 day old sui min.
