I have to say that I've been a bit reticent about posting my thoughts on this game, largely because a lot of what I planned to say has been said already.  So I'll keep things brief.

It's pleasing that Shaun McManus, in his final appearance in the glorious anchor, was able to reflect on a most wonderful turning of the tables.  Seasoned members of the purple army will no doubt recall that many of the early derbies were won by The Enemy playing one blistering quarter and coasting for the rest of the game as the Dockers matched them, but were unable to make any inroads.

Well, this time around, it was we who played a blistering quarter and all our opponents could do was cough up a few feathers in response.  They managed to summon one sustained comeback after our opening barrage - but tellingly, when Freo were dead on their feet in the final quarter, the Eagles looked totally unable to make a meaningful assault and the game degenerated into tired circle work.  It's been a long time coming, but hopefully we can squeeze another few years of dominance out of it to even up the ledger.

Shaun's farewell was magnificent, emotional and appropriate.  Pav for the Glendinning was a bizarre choice for me, but his rampaging efforts and effortless goal scoring were as ever a highlight.  Even the blonde flash got in on the rampaging act (Thornton or Palmer, take your pick!).  My beloved Supermac had a real belter - well, most of the team had a belter, but still it was wonderful to see Luke back to his best.

I suppose it was just a great day to be a Freo person.  In a season which has gone much like the career of Shaun McManus itself - moments of brilliance, but a lot of undeserved pain in between - it was inspiring to see the team lift itself for him and prove to silly critics that we do have a spirit, and know exactly what we stand for.  I will miss the number 8, but I know that his legacy will endure.

Freo forever!