“So here we go again , our scrying had proven that it wasnt going to work if we called ourselves the snake eyes , so its a renamed and ready to rumble saphery mol-eyes that take to the field , will it make a blind bit of difference ...who knows

Well the scotish elf seems a lot better as a lineman than a catcher , and quickly scores a touchdown...

We score agin before half time ...but we are gradually running out of players and none of the KO'd ones want to face the trolls anymore , so they make themselves a nice glass of pimms and refuse to go out there ..ah well at least we are winning ...
after a few quick Pimms they are ready agin , but the gobbos have scored and the team looks in trouble...

yep once again any chance of victory is swiped away from us , and again we sit crying , the stupid elfs have drunk all the Pimms as well , so now we cant even drown our sorrows .

(thanks for the game ST :P)”