Despite rumours of a split with his wife, Brendan Fevola’s game seems to be back on track. What remains a cause for concern is his front-of-goal feeling fest. If women played football they would play like the Fev. His game is fuelled purely by emotion. The range of these emotions is determined by one thing alone: goals. More child than man, from one quarter to the next it is hard to keep track of the vicissitudes of Fevola’s mood. One minute he’s puckering his lips in a sulk and thumping his fist in his hand in disappointment. The next he is smiling with delight and punching the air, triumphant. Whilst the rest of us are worrying away about Swine flu avoidance tactics this winter, Fev has seemingly succumbed to a greater illness. He is suffering from a debilitating affliction called Peter Pandemic, a disease rampant among men of his generation. Fevola’s arrested development both on and off field steams from the fact that he remains in the 'neverland' of his career debut: goaling 12 times in the New Years' Eve Millennium Match against Collingwood. It seems that Brendan is eternally stuck in this moment and sadly his inability to grow up may prove to be fatal for the mighty Blues.
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