“If ever there was a game that proved that an essential ingredient of a Bloodbowl coach is a stoic sense of humour, this was it.

With two rookie High Elf teams facing off against each other you would have thought that the crowd of 48000 would have been looking forward to a fast, skillful and refined contest based on the purity of athleticsm and grace. Bloodbowl as the beautful game.

Male Bovine Excrement.

The tone was set right from the kick off with a riot that lasted four turns. Placing the needs and wishes of their guests first, as all noble elves should, Numenor wasted no time in giving the crowd what they wanted with a BH and an SI in the first four rolls of the first turnof play. Faced with trying to defend with no right hand side at all, Ergo desperately tried to re-group, but was subject to some of the worst luck ever seen in the arena, at one point languishing with a rating of 28% compared to Numenor's 83%. Going into half-time only one down was a miracle, Numenor's score being a great example of elven teamwork at its best.

Unfortunately the crowd didn't appreciate all this mucking about with the ball, and treated the players to another four-turn riot at the start of the second half.

Receiving the ball for the second half, Ergo were hoping that a bit of skill, guile and ability would help to overcome the numerical disadvangtage. Just in case that didn't work, they jumped on every Numenor player they could get near. The plan was working well, right up until the moment Ergo tried something as revolutionary as throwing the ball. It was a simple matter for Numenor to pick up the dropped ball and run in their second.

With barely any time left on the clock Ergo resorted to some desperate long passing and running through multiple tackle zones, but to no avail.

But then, in one last twist, Ergo somehow got almost twice as much winnings as the better performing and better supported Numenor.

Boy, I love Bloodbowl.


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