The boys of Bokonon made it through another game without anyone dying! Things are looking up. Poor Island Nation Woodies. If only they knew that not killing anyone technically meant they lost the game, despite putting 4 touchdowns past my hapless crew. They had a good go though, the doc preventing one serious injury, but not able to sort out Fishgill's broken collarbone.

With the winnings from the last match, I may actually be able to field a full team from kick-off (as long as the niggles declare themselves fit of course).

Good coaching by the opposition coach, easilyamused, who, true to his name, was far too easily amused by the pratfalls of the Bokonon boys. His Woodies were happy as sandboys, prancing round the pitch, spinning and dancing, putting the occasional boot in and otherwise twatting about the pitch like the pointy-eared devils they are.