A poisoned chalice. Winning a lawsuit against the press would be like winning a drunken argument with your mother-in-law. You go to bed feeling warm and fuzzy, only to wake up at 4am realizing your life will never be as it once was.
If none of this stuff is true some kind of legal action is necessary in my eyes. This is the second time in as many years that Fairfax has tarred our club with a very flimsy brush.