“In summary this was possibly the most one sided contest the flings had ever encountered. Initially it looked bleak; my opponent kitted out with the obligatory three trolls, pump wagon and nasty Spore Flinger. The kickoff did little to dissuade me of the opinion, a 6 turn riot with me holding the ball. Luck had it that a throw meant I went in the break one to the good and one of his meat wagons had a heart attack. The other was sent off. The second half was a display of how to smack trolls and snotlings round the pitch which prompted a shout for a rematch. ”