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Match Result · League division
Match recorded on 2006-07-31 23:55:57
60k
1/0/1
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
1
-
2
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1
12
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27
22
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Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
1
-
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1
1
10
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31
43
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“Not a classic game this by any stretch of the imagination but a couple of moments of high drama none the less.
Firstly congratulations to Creekmoor who finally broke the longest running string of defeats in the history of the game. Not since the Leprechauns halfling team from an emerald island realised that 4 and 4 only made 8 players and not 11 has a coach got off to such a bad start in his BB career. If he can pull off the improbable and win a match in his next three games he will avoid the record for longest career without a win. That record is of course currently held by Salex Fgusson, whose team Mightbe Reds didn't realise they could actually pick the ball up until a ProZone statistical read out was made available.
There were three incidents of note in the match and one none incident. Firstly the Grumpus 8 team received the ball at the kick off and took a full half to finally score. The longest and most tedious drive for many a long year. The word 'drive' being something of an oxymoron. Three fans were treated for chewing their own limbs off during the course of the "attack".
A minor crowd disturbance involving one or two over enthusiastic supporters at the start of the second half had no real impact on the match. The dwarves did however try and play some real BB, understanding as they did that the fans had payed hard earned cash to be entertained. Caution was thrown to the wind, as unfortunately was the ball with none of the attempted passes reaching their intended targets. Indeed the only catch of the day was an inspired interception by Angelo of the Whitestones as the Granpas 8 thrower failed to realise that he was playing against dwarves and inexplicably threw a low trajectory pass. Yes he kept the ball out of the swirling wind but straight into the arms of the vertically challenged opposition.
Once again Creekmoor showed his tactical naivety with some crass errors, not the worst of which sent one of his players on a completely unncessary run through a non existent gap - turnover! The play from both teams was scrappy and possession switched frequently throughout the second half. The dwarves over elaboarting and trying to score the perfect touchdown, the Chaos team just playing badly.
The real story of the day came from the Dwarf of the Match performance from Gordon. He appeared for all the world to have been killed out right by a dubiously high tackle. Members of his family could be seen weeping in the stands as they read his will and realised he had left all of his not inconsiderable fortune to the Society for the Protection of Unusally Tall Dwarves. Suddenly, just as the referee was calling for the coffin bearers to come on, Dr Short the Team Apothecary, did some apothecarying and lo and behold (mainly lo) up got Gordon.
At first people at the back of the stands could not tell he was standing up but as word spread around the ground, like butter that has been fortuitously left out of the fridge since its last use and is therefore just warm enough but yet cool enough so that bacteria can't quite breed, the chant went up "You're not going home in a wooden overcoat after all, although for a moment there you had us worried!"
Of course if a scriptwriter then wrote that with the last move of the match Gordon spirited through the opposition, ghosted past the last defender, picked up the ball and crossed the whitewash unopposed to score the equalising touchdown, just as the fickle finger of fate called time on the match you would think that a ludicrously unlikely ending. But it happened, I know cos I was there. We have of course come to expect the unexpected from teams coached by the Special One, Hepworthnot. He retains his extraordinary unbeaten career record.
Asked if he expexted his team to keep playing until the fat lady started to sing Hepworthnot said "yes".
”
Firstly congratulations to Creekmoor who finally broke the longest running string of defeats in the history of the game. Not since the Leprechauns halfling team from an emerald island realised that 4 and 4 only made 8 players and not 11 has a coach got off to such a bad start in his BB career. If he can pull off the improbable and win a match in his next three games he will avoid the record for longest career without a win. That record is of course currently held by Salex Fgusson, whose team Mightbe Reds didn't realise they could actually pick the ball up until a ProZone statistical read out was made available.
There were three incidents of note in the match and one none incident. Firstly the Grumpus 8 team received the ball at the kick off and took a full half to finally score. The longest and most tedious drive for many a long year. The word 'drive' being something of an oxymoron. Three fans were treated for chewing their own limbs off during the course of the "attack".
A minor crowd disturbance involving one or two over enthusiastic supporters at the start of the second half had no real impact on the match. The dwarves did however try and play some real BB, understanding as they did that the fans had payed hard earned cash to be entertained. Caution was thrown to the wind, as unfortunately was the ball with none of the attempted passes reaching their intended targets. Indeed the only catch of the day was an inspired interception by Angelo of the Whitestones as the Granpas 8 thrower failed to realise that he was playing against dwarves and inexplicably threw a low trajectory pass. Yes he kept the ball out of the swirling wind but straight into the arms of the vertically challenged opposition.
Once again Creekmoor showed his tactical naivety with some crass errors, not the worst of which sent one of his players on a completely unncessary run through a non existent gap - turnover! The play from both teams was scrappy and possession switched frequently throughout the second half. The dwarves over elaboarting and trying to score the perfect touchdown, the Chaos team just playing badly.
The real story of the day came from the Dwarf of the Match performance from Gordon. He appeared for all the world to have been killed out right by a dubiously high tackle. Members of his family could be seen weeping in the stands as they read his will and realised he had left all of his not inconsiderable fortune to the Society for the Protection of Unusally Tall Dwarves. Suddenly, just as the referee was calling for the coffin bearers to come on, Dr Short the Team Apothecary, did some apothecarying and lo and behold (mainly lo) up got Gordon.
At first people at the back of the stands could not tell he was standing up but as word spread around the ground, like butter that has been fortuitously left out of the fridge since its last use and is therefore just warm enough but yet cool enough so that bacteria can't quite breed, the chant went up "You're not going home in a wooden overcoat after all, although for a moment there you had us worried!"
Of course if a scriptwriter then wrote that with the last move of the match Gordon spirited through the opposition, ghosted past the last defender, picked up the ball and crossed the whitewash unopposed to score the equalising touchdown, just as the fickle finger of fate called time on the match you would think that a ludicrously unlikely ending. But it happened, I know cos I was there. We have of course come to expect the unexpected from teams coached by the Special One, Hepworthnot. He retains his extraordinary unbeaten career record.
Asked if he expexted his team to keep playing until the fat lady started to sing Hepworthnot said "yes".
”
It was Creekmoor against Hepworthnot once again - the fifth time these two coaches have clashed in the Fumbbl arena. Rumpus 8, from the land of utter Chaos, were up against the taciturn dwarves of Whitestones.
It promised to be close, and indeed it was - the match was tighter than a gnat's chuff. The ball possession shifted between the two sides like a swining pendulum........thing. Chances were missed, mistakes were made, opportunities were lost - it was one of those games. For the neutral (and there aren't many of those in these parts) it was a cracking game to watch.
The Whitestones kicked off, and the ball came to rest well into Rumpus 8 territory. The beastman, Electra, made a bad start by fumbling on what should have been an easy pick-up. It was the Dwarves turn, and the little fellars wasted no time in showing their intentions - before the crowd had had time to finish their pre-match orc-burgers, 8 Chaos players were on the ground.
However, Electra managed to collect the ball at the second attempt, and with some of the Rumpus players back on their feet, options presented themselves. However, a shortish pass to Argo was incomplete, and Gordon moved in to collect the loose ball and move back down into Rumpus territory.
At this point, we should point out that, at some uncertain point during what had passed of the game so far, Gordon had been killed by a massive tackle from a Rumpus player, only to be revived by the Whitestones apothecary!!
He was soon in the thick of it again - he was hit by a two-man block which saw the ball bounce out of his hands. The ball proceeded to bounce out of the hands of two other players before being picked up by Brian the Dwarf!
He then lost it in a dodge and Pondrus collected, and headed for the line of scrimmage. At the same time, Mentor made a massively important run into the Whitestones half.
Pondrus was then hit, but the loose ball was eventually picked up by team-mate Jocasta, who attempted a throw to Mentor. He couldn't hang onto it. However, in another twist, Jeremy tripped in attempting to get to the ball. Treeman Titanus and Jocasta quickly moved in to make a huge hit on Walter, who was marking Mentor. Mentor was then able to pick up the ball and head for the end zone.
The roars from the Rumpus 8 fans were deafening. But over on the touch line, Coach Creekmoor couldn't look. He had been here before: last turn of the half, needing to Go For It twice to score a touchdown. But he needn't have worried, as Mentor was up for the challenge, and glided across the line to make it 1 - 0.
There was an extraordinary start to the second half, in the form of a pitch invasion. According to the Law Lords on duty in the ground, the invasion was made up entirely of Dwarves. Four Rumpus players were stunned, but the crazed fans also managed to stun two of their own players - mindless idiots, the lot of 'em. A full investigation is underway, and we can only hope that suitable action will be taken. A drastic step, but some have suggested that Coach Hepworthnot should be banned, and that all recent results be reversed.........
Once things had settled, the second half followed a similar pattern of trips, slips and failed passes. And as with the first half, lots of hits but no real injuries. By turn 6, and with most of the pressure having come from Whitestones, Gordon found his way into the end zone. However, the pass by Jeremy was incomplete, and Electra tidied up (how he didn't get MOTM I will never know!!)
Maybe it's because his short pass, at a crucial stage in the match, was neatly intercepted by Jeremy. Jeremy had to make an even shorter pass for the score to be level, but Gordon could not hold onto it in the scoring zone.
Turn 8, and just one player could hope to save things for Rumpus. Argo, the Chaos Warrior, puffed out his chest, slipped his marker.......and fell over. And then, the inevitable became....er.....evitable?!! The man who had died on stage, and been given the magical kiss of life by the rather handy Apothecary, stepped out of the end zone, picked up the ball, and then returned from whence he came to make the score 1 - 1.
All in all, a fair result in a cracking game, full of Blood Bowl incident. We caught up with Coach Creekmoor at the end of the match, and asked him how he felt about dipping out on the win with the last move of the game;
"I am delighted with the result. I have started to turn things around now, and I think I have shown that, given my own fair helping of Lady Luck, I can and will be an Old Worldclass coach.
"I also believe that Hepworthnot realises that his short reign as the dominant force is probably over. He has done well, but it is time for him to move aside."”