“ As the tired members of the Pack stumble through the tunnels to the change rooms, nursing their bruises, the voice of Coach Felly is heard booming through the tunnels. "Alright team, we knew it would be a tough game against those big buggers, but we got the draw and everyone's alive and smiling so we can't complain too much huh?"
The players slump down onto benches and into ice bathes, whilst Felly continues his tirade.
"Casey, that was good hustle at the end there, you really saved the game there, never thought the day would come I'd see a flying blitzer goblin, but hell, this is Blood Bowl I guess. And Zeke, you sure you're not part ogre yourself? That was some hard tackling out there, I owe you a couple of slabs for those hits."
A bedraggled cheer rises up as the slabs of Emu Export are broken out and passed around.
"And Tate, where the hell are you?" A barely audible groan is heard from the back of the changerooms. "You back with us yet Tate?"
The huge Ogre lifts slightly up from the floor then slumps back into unconsciousness.
"Ah well, the rest of you enjoy the beers, I gotta go get a new batch of smelling salts as the last lot sure as hell wasn't working...and somebody wake Ando the hell up!"”