Bruce Menzies* reflects I awake to clouded skies. The streets of South Fremantle are silent. Sunday morning coming down, to transplant the name of Kris Kristofferson’s classic, recorded by one of my old musical favourites, Johnny Cash. Yes, in the aftermath of That Football Match, Kristofferson’s lyrics reflect the prevailing mood: ‘There’s nothing short a’ dying that’s half as lonesome as the sound of the sleeping city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down.’ Well, maybe that’s stretching it a bit. Only a game of football, some might say. But what a game! Fremantle fans are suffering. We had it in the bag, didn’t we? Or so it seemed. Four…