We suckers have been parading around with this slogan attached to our person in various guises - caps, car stickers etc. The slogan takes a whole new irony after the last weekend after the players chose to torch the proud heritage of a once fine club whilst wearing the jumpers of a by-gone era when Manly players lived up to their Manly name, and weren't a bunch of pussy cats. Notice all the wry smiles when you take the cap out these days? I'll tell you this, should they dish up the same tripe tonight, like some third grade moonshine made from rat intestines, I think it will be us fans who can rightly come out and ignite the Manly spirit. Burning at the stake for turncoat fools like Monaghan and pathetic nancies like King, Randall and Harris should be obligatory entertainment. The fire can be fuelled by the contracts of King and Monaghan. Either the players find some spirit, or we burn them for their lack of testosterone.