This is the end... my only friend, the end...

So this is it. The End of Movember. Which must mean it's Movember Round in the A-League. Producing quite a decent swag of dirty slugs and poorly thought out lip luggage, but nothing quite on the scale of enthusiastic stealth-ginger midget Roar midfielder Matty McKay a few years ago with a handlebar-inspired, Ned Kelly Goes To The Blue Oyster Bar special that defied description, explanation, gravity and taste all at once. Sadly, yet perhaps thankfully, the interweb contains no photographic evidence of this masterwork. Which means yet again, the goggles do nothing the greatest player never to pull on the gold shirt for his country has to step up and save the A-League's embarrassment. Well one of them anyway, if rubbish crowds, playing in 40 degree temps and Kevin 'Bloody' Muscat aren't enough.




Don't say I never do nuffin' for ya, Australia.

It's been great fun being part of this, both the growing and the cataloguing of the mos in question. Really enjoyed it, and I'm sure my fellow travellers on Team Magnum would say the same. To them, to everyone who donated, and to everyone who joined us on the Movember journey, thanks for making it AWSM.



Oh, and one more thing. Lads... it's been emotional.

The Doctor is OUT to find the clippers and get this bloody thing OFF.