Brisbane is a a strange place. Some might say a place of contrasts. It's very sunny and full of shadeless palm trees but they have two heliophobic  gingers coaching their two football teams. They grow millions of pineapples and bananas and yet, if you try and order any kind of daiquiri at one of their local taverns, you'll get belted up. They have a football team, the Lions, sitting in the top eight and yet they appear to be quite ordinary.

And that was the message Mark Harvey would have sent out to his players (not about the daiquiris, they already learned that lesson the hard way) - 'sure these blokes look like busted crabs, sure their forwards are being held up by a series of wires attached to the XXXX blimp, sure Simon Black has been holding together the midfield for so long that his team mates are calling him Simon Grey and sure their defense is based around Brent Staker - but that's no reason to take them lightly'....more