Mark Viduka looked at himself long and hard in the mirror. He had noticed a few extra pounds of late. He was meant to be away with the Australian team on international duty and going out in Newcastle for a curry and a couple of pints with his team-mates wasn't going to help his expanding girth. The Newcastle football team where to meet at Rupali's Curry House then head off to one of Newcastle dazzling nightspots. Thankfully for the local constabulary Joey Barton was ordered to stay at home.
After arranging to meet at 6.00pm all the team was there except Mark Viduka and Michael Owen. It wasn't the first time Viduka had gone missing for long periods so the team waited until 7.00pm. After still not seeing any sign Obafemi Martins decided to call Viduka's mobile. "Hello Mark, it's your potential strike partner Obafemi Martins" "G'day Obafemi. I'm here with Michael Owen. I know we are late. We are about to leave my house. We're just putting some product in our hair now. See you soon" The line then went silent. Martins knew what this meant. They were geling.
