JIM BAXTER, SYDNEY DEJONG, LARRY MALONE
GUELPH, CAMBRIDGE (ENGLAND), MONT SAINT HILAIRE.
This isn't about me: it's about me and Sydney (not his real name) de Jong and Larry Malone from Tetford Mines: wait, that's Thetford Mines. Three old guys on a trip through the past.

Origin: Portsmouth Advertiser, June 6 1904, p5
“arrived home at six o'clock on Saturday morning, all looking sunburned and well after their tour in the Argentine, and ladened with parrots and bananas. Bluff, the new centre forward, brought a monkey back with him which he is going to give to his old regiment, the Yorkshires now stationed at Aldershot. All the members of the team spoke in high praise of the hospitality of the Argentine footballers.
The tour which has just ended is unquestionably the longest ever undertaken by a professional club, and Mr. Arnfield, the secretary, who accompanied the team, states that it will pay for itself besides giving the team which did so well last season a good holiday and a new experience. George Molyneaux, the captain, who was busy trying to teach his parrot how to speak English, asked how he enjoyed himself and what the football was like, replied it was a long journey and very warm for playing, but they had to really exert themselves..... Perhaps the most interesting of the series was the match played just previous to leaving Buenos Ayres against the All-British of the Argentine, but Southampton won this just as easily as the others by ten goals to nil. The six new players in the team all acquitted themselves very creditably and will add considerably to the strength of the side during the coming season. Dainty and Bluff greatly astonished the natives, the latter being the most prolific goalscorer. Clawley looking well and tanned, said they had all thoroughly enjoyed themselves.”(63)
"At 4:00 this morning the RMS Clyde, with the Saints on board, approached the Isle of Wight. Though the majority of the passengers on board were at that time slumbering, there was among the Southampton players, one individual who was too excited to sleep. It was Clawley. On espying the Needles Lights, the well-known goalkeeper rushed to awaken his comrades, and in a few seconds, the whole of the team were on deck, peering through the dense mist for the familiar outline of the Isle of Wight. It was bitterly cold, in marked contrast to the climactic conditions that the men had experienced..."(64)
R.M.S. Clyde,