“Having come from a long road trip and being battered and bruised the Coach looked forward to the match with the Halflings. Unfortunatley however, the baggage train with all the teams food was held up in customs at the city gate. With many hungry rats to feed the coach went to the meat vendors to purchase as many fried cheese wedges he could afford. The coach being very concerened that his rats would soon start feeding on their fans quickly made his way to the first vendor, unfortunatley the coach failed to recognize the vendor as the Halfling teams head coach and master chef. Seizing the opportunity the Master Chef sold the Skaven coach all the fried cheese he had, of course it was slightly off... well actually it was really off, but it had been fried so the Skaven coach didn't notice and neither did his whole team.

With the bad cheese in their bellies the game began. The Coach has been known to be an idiot at times and when the coin was tossed he failed to understand that he was recieving.. or was it kicking... but you see the point. Having set up poorly for the reception Slider was forced to exert himself a little harder than normal and when the half time bells and horns blared he had scored 2 TD's.

In the Locker room Kritick broke out the booze and they all began to drink. Bad Cheese and Booze do not mix well. The team that emerged onto the field was not the Mean and Fast Bubonic Gnawers that their fans had grown to love. Instead the shambling vomitous mass shambled out onto the field led by the drunk Kritick

Being vomitous and drunk the Gnawers were unable to see or grab the ball, let alone try to tackle any halflings. Raaargh spent almost the entirety of the half on his back being fouled by the halflings. When he finally stood up and clobbered a small halfling he was thrown from the game. Slider and Streak were usless wrecks being unable to even hand the ball to one another. The drunk Kritick looked up at the two treemen near him and liked the shade and so layed down for a snooze and was subsequently badly hurt.

During all of the drunkeness and vomiting the Halflings were able to score. The Refs mad that the Gnawers did not pay them the usual fee reset the turn clock alowing the Halfings to score again. With 15 seconds left the ball was kicked to Streak. Some Halflings had come to the line the rest watched from the goal line cheering and laughing at the drunk skaven. Streak ran straight to where Slider stood in a stupor. Streak rammed the ball into Sliders stomach, turned him towards the goal line and then whipped out his ciggy lighter lighting Slider's tail on fire. Slider looking over his shoulder saw the blaze and ran like crazy for 13 squares and scored wining the game!

The coach was very relieved even thought the winnings from the match were slim since he had all the players stomachs pumped and Sliders tail bandaged.”