The Ios Malakas are here! The other teams tremble in fear (of laughter mostly)…
Everything will go to plan with Malakas like our man Sol; and the newly acquired smashing machine we call him Nate King Cole.
Retire quickly with a cold beer in hand! That’s the Malakas motto; for most players that is as rare as winning the lotto.
Ray, better known as Lemon will jump, dive, stop and catch; but what he will do on the field will hopefully also match.
You better keep your eyes on the action when Max and Harry step up; no ducks, no singles, just 6s and maybe a quick catch up.
Seriously worry when Cockhead joins the Malaka action; put on a helmet, hide your daughters and you better wear protection.
Krunch, with a C, is our team’s secret weapon; well secret only for those who lived under a rock in Japan.
I hope Simon is present and that he had a shave. The moustache didn’t hide his talents, oh women, please behave!
Looking over the field we see a man in peace; when you look very well ‘hey! That is handsome Herpes’.
Long he towers above us, above everybody’s head… but Ben 010 is a lot scarier with beer than with a bat.
Everyone knows 50crates and Wazza from here to yonder, two handsome upright species from the land down Under.
The Malakas are not complete without their supporters with their cheers: Sid Vicious, Daggy dog, Babe Ruthless, AJ de Emperor, Rasta Boy, Orange Som, Rolling Stones Harry, Spider Monster and Monster Spider, the Duckies, Braintrainer Hendrick Plus, the Fat C. from Pattaya will all be cheering and laughing and stealing the free beers.
Then last us one thing and that is to send our love to our Ducky Jen. The last T is of course for Terry, her beautiful husband, our friend and Malaka who sadly left us too early man.
As everyone knows Terry was the Chiang Mai Sixes’ beating heart. He will be looking down smiling at the great balls, silly ducks… but this childish rhyming will make him fart. We raise our glass to Terry, the original Malaka and a father many wished they had. Yamas Malaka!