“Before the game spirits were high! We were to face the Zedemeff Chasers, a bunch of Nordic Warriors led by one Manbush, a sub standard blocking team dictated over by a sub standard coach.

But as our Deathrollers pulled into town our hopes were momentarily dashed as the roads lay covered with a blanket of snow! You might think that with a low center of gravity we Dwarven kind might manage better than the taller species, but you’d be wrong!

Through sheer grit and determination we managed to stop the Norse in the first half on their drive, keeping our runners back to cover the back field and make those all important saves. But even though we were successful in preventing them from scoring, our numbers had fallen as our brethren and fallen too on the ice, or ice picked down by sneaky Norse Warriors!

By the second half we couldn’t field a full team, whilst the unhampered Norse berated us with a full eleven. Despite being out manned we managed to fight our way through the lanky, helmeted git’s defence, and Dr Dwarf saw the finish line just ahead!

“Just one more yard” our coach yelled, “just one more yard!”

And as Dr Dwarf strode that one extra yard his foot gave under the slippery ice, and what should have been a 1 – 0 victory became a horrifying 1 – 0 defeat thanks to some final minute dexterous play by the Norse.

Yes, today we met our match… … … we met SNOW!

Zedemeff beware… this is far from over!
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