“Aliens landing near Buckingham Palace, infiltrating Prince Charles' bedroom and getting the poor inbred dick in the newspapers as a p00f would be more believable than this fekkin match. What i want to know is when did High Elves turn into a race of psychopathic maniacs hell bent on creating a vast amount of overtime for their kit cleaners to remove my rats blood from their pristinely ironed shirts and shorts? FFS, who allowed them to stick 6" nails in their soles, that's what I want to know...

3 BH's before turn 4 of the first half......jesus, i was nearly sticking my fist through my fuckin monitor. And LO, just as i was about to calm down, YAY! Insult was added to injury (several, if any retard reading ain't gathered yet), along came a RIP. Fan-fucking-tastic. Bollocks to this was my first impression, but persevere i thought. It's 1-1, so not all bad. Might salvage something. How it came about i'll never know, but Jonnyb dropped a bollock or something, because before i know it, my heavilty outnumbered flea transporters had a lucky break, blitzed at incredible range, and managed to get through a hand-off for a runner to wheeze his way over for a TD on his last legs. 2-1 up, i was laughing (with shock) so much i nearly prolapsed. The inevitable came, a quick score for 2-2....highly expected, but if i could just hold on....

I tried. And it looked like a tie was a long shot, but you never know. Then, a few KO's and a SI. "Retire Team" was the only thing going through my mind at this point. I'm not any good, so i can only asume Jonnyb took pity on me at this stage, because somehow, we both scored once more. Bigger surprise than finding out the Inland Revenue actually owe ME money. Any paranormal guys out there....this is one X-file that'll never be solved. But if you actually have Dana Scully's home number....i'd do her.”