“Chaos Flings vs Chaos Flings, always had the portents of a bloody contest. Trolls either side, carvers either side. It was a lot bloodier than the casualties show, with both sides fouling with vigour. How I managed to keep my carver on till the end of the match I will never know. I even got so carried away I fouled in turn 8, yes! the cardinal sin was broken. Mind you I fouled in turn 1,2,3,4 etc… well when I got the opportunity anyway. My opponent took it with good grace but I suspect he has noted my name for further contests. I always believe a foul should be taken in the sentiment it is meant. “I want to cripple all your players, chop up your fans and feed their entrails to my two trolls.”

One point of merriment for me was when my opponent suggested that if he had the Greased Shoe handicap he would have given it to one of my trolls.

An evenly contested match that if it had gone any longer would have seen both his trolls without legs, arms or any other appendages to speak of, surrounded as they were by my entire team, ready and willing to foul the life out of them. I don’t know why I’m bitter really, I must have eaten a dodgy kebab or something.”