Hello everybody, I am Don Teschione, boss of the Graveyard Goodfellas. We are a little but united family, with some business in different branches of the Blood Bowl. We take care, for a price, of the burial of dead players, we run a nice round of bets during the majors, we take a justified and fair amount of money from rookie teams to allow them to train without suffering injuries. Also, if some of your players needs a nice and easy lady elf under his blankets, we can arrange a meeting, for a price. He prefers troll chicks? No problem: we are number one in the market. You should see our mutated goblin girls, you'd love 'em.

Well, we decided to join FC and me and the boys won first match against some goblins. That was easy enough. Look: nobody asked to the organizers to give us an easy debut match, and surely nobody put a dead horse head on their beds to blackmail them. We don't do such things. Horses are expensive. We used stray dogs.

Now we have to face this team. They look nasty, they are powerful, good armor and good skills, they never paid us what they had to, they say they are free men and nobody can force them. Now, not that I'm scared, I am 378 years old and I already died 56 times, but what concerns me is our coach. That damn Crook only plays Stunty and can't put up a decent strategy, so I'm asking you for some hint about this incoming game. Every help will not be forgotten, I am a wight of honor, I can be a worthy and good friend. Tactics we need, since our coach hasn't the slightest idea about how to play.

So, friends, help us, support us and come to the stadium to cheer for us. We'll throw a party with those elf and goblin chicks if we win, and everyone who helped us will bed them for free.

Kind Regards
Don Teschione