“What to say about this match? Well, to start with Rattus received and promptly fumbled the pass. This let in Maanstond to pickup, and keep hold of the ball till the last turn of the half, which through desperate defending slowed progress terribly. Lots of bashing the rats occurred with block superiority. Never seen a coach throw as many POW's in my life, and typical rat dodging ensued: 3+ dodges becoming rarer than rocking horse droppings, and re-rolls burnt at a rate that would shock any player. End the half 2 players down, and 0-1, with the rats luck running at 32% :-)

2nd half started a lot better *cough*. A lucky kick followed by a blitz made sure the rats were once again on the back foot, defending against the most amazing 1-die and 2-die string of POW's that Nuffle has ever dreamed of. Fortunately the rats suffered the 2nd turnover in quicker fashion. 3rd receive went to plan, with a quick sprint to the end zone. Turn 6-ish the rats are staring defeat to a fresh team in the face. Bellowing their rage at the humiliation obviously blew the ref's glasses off, as he didn't see the rats take a flyer before the whistle blew. Blitz! In this game? That's like, lucky. Astonishing. Close enough to place a few round the target zone, the ball landed kindly right in the lap of the GRunner. Bit of argy-bargy followed, with the Amazon team, believing the rats luck would hold out below 40%, sending a few up the field for the following turnover, quick pass and score. It wasn't to be. Madly dashing to their team-mates side, the rats just about covered him, but NO! Once more, the 1-die blitz resulted in a POW, and the runner was down, ball loose. With no players with movement left close enough to pickup, the zons were confident of a win. But now, the last turn of the game, following a quick nudge into the crowd, the nearby fans felt hope return, and booted the poor Sara in the head so hard she fell into a coma from which she never returned. Life support was never attempted, as it seemed a bit pointless because they could see the grey bits... Through sheer luck, a thrower was close... the runner, now dusted down, fled the battlezone and camped in the end zone. Would the thrower pick up? YES! And no re-roll! W00t. Bugger, his run left him one short of a short pass. Sprint? With this luck? Sod it, let's do it. No fall! Double w00t. Now pass. 1 re-roll left. Heart pounding. He pegs it, he fails. Pass re-roll used. I knew this wouldn't come off. Does the runner catch? YES! Blimey. End turn, end game.

Game ends 2-2. Shocking rolls, abysmal luck, and poor coaching made this game a relative triumph for the newbies. Fair play all round, but if luck had just been in the 40's.....woulda been a different game. Pld m8.”