JOHN HENDLEY'S WOLVES TOUR BLOG: PART TWO
Talk about a kick in the teeth.
Whilst imparting my quest of the search for the Duck Billed Platypus to some of our hosts, I was informed that they don't live in this neck of the woods.
The Platypus is native to the east coast of Australia and we are on the west. My world began to fall apart and the disappointment etched on my face would have tugged on the heartstrings of the hardest of Aussie hearts.
Nicole quickly assured me that there is a big zoo in Perth so, if they have a Platypus in stock, I'll at least get to see one there even though I don't suppose they'll let me take it home with me.
Talking of Platypuses and wild animals I hope for Christophe Berra's sake we don't stumble upon any snakes during our time over here.
I took a toy version into the training ground last week and poor old Christophe jumped a mile - sorry pal!
Anyway I digress.
Nicole, by the way, is the Commercial and Membership Manager at The WACA. Nicole and her colleagues Daniel Davini (Communications and Media Coordinator) and Lisa Hadaway (Events Manager) have looked after the party tremendously well as have the rest of the staff at the cricket ground.
There has been plenty of local media interest including Jonathan Cook who is a sports writer for The West Australian. He is the spitting image of former Albion boss Tony Mowbray. Even Mick commented on the likeness. "Wot's Tony doing here?" were the gaffer's first words.
After training on Monday the players and staff had an early night to catch up on some well deserved sleep.
As for Foz? Well after a hard day's graft he was wide awake and headed down to the riverside where there is an English-run bar with a name that I couldn't possibly repeat on a family website. So armed with our cameraman Alex for company, we went to check on the standards.
Sadly, as we walked though the door, we trebled the clientele. The only other guy in there was a Scot who wanted to know where we were from. Being a classy kind of guy, and feeling a bit homesick, I ordered two pints and two bags of crisps handing over a $20 dollar bill (about a tenner).
I stood awaiting my change only to be told that the $20 dollars was 'just right'. As the tears started to well up once again, we were also told that if we wanted another drink we could only have a half as they were waiting to close. Talk about another kick in the teeth.
EDITOR'S NOTE: Knowing that a vital cog in the Molineux media machine would be missing for a fortnight, Wolves swiftly got in contact with an Australian work exchange scheme to find a suitable replacement......
G'day Skippy!
