Shane Warne, Charlie Sheen, Matthew Newton, Steven Bradbury, David Hasselhoff, Meat Loaf, Lindsay Lohan, Andrew O'Keefe, Sara-Marie, the yellow Wiggle, the Chilean Miners, Bouncer from Neighbours, the Southern Star Observation wheel, that homeless busker who bangs plastic buckets, and everyone's favourite football pundit, Mark Bosnich. Big names who've all been written off at some point.

Given the displays offered up in 2011, you can now add Melbourne Victory Football Club to that list. Especially after they imperiously stormed to a 1-0 lead against Victory Old Boys, only to prove their peerless ability to blow opportunities, throwing away their lead in the way we've come to expect from HMS Muscat's Mehmet Durakovic's men.

This majestic Victory side have an impressive habit of maintaining just enough composure to concoct new and imaginative modes of failure.

"The Leaping Esky", the big boned Costa Rican who doesn't know where he'll be at the end of the year, led by example. Where Harry Kewell others would have smashed the ball home from twelve yards, instead Carlos weakly wafted it toward the hands of Clint Bolton.

Inspired by El Zorro's decision to prod the ball into the path of the diving custodian, the Victory back four then cleverly decided to give Matt Thompson and Alex Terra enough time and space to make a roast dinner, have a cup of tea and finally pick their spot, and lo and behold it was 1-3. After that it was just a case of making sure that Victory regularly worked themselves into the centre circle to initiate their famous short, sharp passing™ game, only to give it away needlessly.

Post-match Mehm was asked whether JVS' tactical switch from a 3-4-3 to a 4-3-3 had anything to do with the turnaround in the result. Durakovic replied "I don't think so", before going off to look up the word tactics in his Dictionary. He came back clearly dumbfounded, mumbling, "that's football". For crying out loud Mehm! The Ancelottery just wants the truth. But we can't handle the truth. The fact is we were outplayed by our arch rivals.

Whichever way you look at it, there's been a lot of hot air radiating from Bundoora this week. And we're not talking about this dubiously named hair stylist. 

First off, an SBS Exclusive! screamed at us in bold type that Morwell Heart CEO, Scott Munn, "scoffed at jibes" from Geoff Lord that the club should pack up their quaint family photos, mismatched cutlery and John Aloisi into some big brown boxes, call in the removalists and ship off to Geelong. 

"It’s just Geoff being Geoff. What he says is of no great consequence to us," Munn retorted, and proved it by only writing a 500-word thesis on the subject. The affable Munn maintains that the trickle of fickle fans who switched allegiances from Victory to Heart was minimal, and backs it up with "some extensive research done by La Trobe University." Which is of course not a conflict of interest at all, given that Heart definitely do not pay rent to call La Trobe's Bundoora campus 'home away from Morwell'. 

But thankfully Munn proved that he wouldn't be drawn into a childish, tit for tat, slanging match by stating, “we won’t be sacking our football manager or coach, or chairman, or CEO just to change the philosophy of the club," before going on to explain that his dog had eaten his homework and that he couldn't do PE today because his dog had eaten his homework.

Then a few days later Chairman Peter Sidwell declared (via The Herald Sun) that the future is "red and white," that Heart want to become Melbourne's new "powerhouse" and that they've already "overtaken Victory in some departments" - presumably referring to their stadium safety department, their mascot department and their film-making department.

All of which followed on from The Age asking us to "show some respect" to Morwell Heart due to the "achievements of the team." "Victory cannot continue to operate as if we don't exist," Football Operations Manager, John Didulica cried. "I don't think they can ignore us any more," he tearfully spluttered, as passers-by wondered who he was talking to. 

Then yesterday, The Herald Sun, informed us that Clint Bolton isn't getting "carried away" by his side's heady third placed position, but has set his teammates some modest targets for the rest of the season: win the Championship, control global population, cure cancer and achieve world peace.

Bolton went on to praise Victory reject, Aziz Behich, by claiming that he, "usually plays well against Victory and thrives on that situation," obviously forgetting the first ever derby where only Behich's petulant red card saved him from further performance related embarrassment. The video of which you unfortunately won't find over at Behich's rather self-indulgent representation on the World-Wide Web. Shame.

Finally, even notorious 80s film baddie, Rutger Worm, got in on the pre-derby hot air act, ratcheting up the hype by arguing that, "I feel we are the stronger as a team.” The Dutch winger managed to go one further to state that, “our coach has only one thing in his mind,” before swallow diving to the turf, arms aloft, claiming for a penalty.

HMS Muscat, not adverse to his own discreet challenges on the opposition, acted to diffuse the slanging match: "We have been accused of ignoring them, but it's not about that," he said. "If we have (ignored them) it's because we don't think about... erm... who are we talking about?" - he didn't go on to say. 

Victory fans, players and officials would do well to heed the advice of Sir Alex Ferguson. At the start of the season, when discussing Man City, the Scot reasoned, "you know when you've got a noisy neighbour and they keep the radio on all the time? What can you do? You can complain to the council, you can bang on their wall, you can go to their door, but they still keep their music on. So what do you do? You get used to it."