“This was a game where the Gods of the Orks, Gork and Mork, not only decided to rain on their team's parade, but pissed in their boots as well. Early luck factors read 11:90 against - if it could go wrong it did!

Despite an excellent opponent, the Orcs decided to do the one thing that they do best - hit things! This was a cunning attempt to force the humies to quit the field due to lack of numbers ... almost got there, but the smelling salts used by Merv were so potent that he was able to barely field enough and managed a decisive trouncing of a rookie orc team which is seriously considering tiddlewinks as a safer sport!”