In this post, Head Coach Stonefist of the Cryptic Humour's Eternal Gemstone Tour decided to take charge of Norse outfit the Jaarvic Lightning for the RRR final after his two assistant coaches had been doing so well.

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The final whistle blew. Coach Stonefist's pale undead face became paler still. He quivered a little and then fell to his knees. He stooped over, his Dwaven beard forming a bushy pile in the sideline turf, and kissed the ground he'd been standing on.

The rival coach exploded. He pointed his green finger at Stonefist and he stomped towards him, hurling all manner of abuse in his guttural, indecipherable tongue. The Stonefist clenched his fists and stood up, ready for a fight - but the match officials mobbed the Orc and led him away down the tunnel.

Coach Johar and the gnome Elzebar ran from the dugout to their master.

'Time to celebrate lads!' Stonefist said, beaming at his underlings.

'Sire, we have got to get the hell out of here,' Elzebar squeaked, looking nervously around the stadium.

'What? You're out of your tiny mind!' Stonefist shouted. 'Tactical genius prospered here today!' He said, jabbing a finger at his chest. 'I told you lads I'd take the reins for the final because I'm the one with the know-how. With the special touch. I've got the plays that pays...'

'Anzelak, for god's sake,' Johar said. 'Listen to us for once! Take the RRR trophy and run!'

Stonefist looked at all those thousands of angry Orcs. He considered what it was exactly that had riled them up so much. Why was their coach so incensed? Hadn't his tactics been sound? Hadn't Aran Drenðr's hilarious 4+ dodge been the best course of action? He'd been awarded with +1 AGI for completing the play after all... Was the 1d GFI pow on the blodge Orc carrier "lucky"? Was the last gasp intercept and tie-denier from kicker Glaedrir Andlit a step too far? Had the better coach here been "diced"?

Stonefist was undecided about those questions. But he looked at his little gnome comrade. Then he looked at the crowd who were starting to spill out onto the pitch. And he looked at his old friend Johar (who'd been there when the knife that killed Stonefist had been stuck in his heart; who'd been there when the knife that woke him up again had been stuck in someone else's heart). Stonefist made a decision.

'Lads, bloody leg it! Aran, you're the quickest! Grab the sodding trophy!'

RRR Final result: 1-0.