Started off being an enjoyable game some slight misfortune at the beginning of the match (my strip ball stripped only for the ball to bounce back into his catchers hands and got a blitz against me on the next drive which allowed him to secure the ball) left me looking down the barrel of 2-0 down before 1st half of first half.
Then the unexpected after some banter regarding nuffle hating me, he decided to gangfoul a no skill lino prone next to the ballcarrier (even though the lino would have had to roll double pow (due to guard and assists to have gotten the ball 1/36 shot) he said this was tactical, I had my doubts. and asked if he really wanted to get into a foulfest before fouling myself (with the eye) and getting sent off.
He laughed at this and said that he just might. then started stalling out for the second td. My puny woodelves didn't like the laughter and fouled his tree again. (against the eye this time) and got sent off again.
My opponent thought this was really funny and proceded to stall out the first half 2-0.
At the start of the second half the BicycleRepair Men had been told by their dwarf coach at half time to forget the ball and get some blood.
A blitz and foul on the enemies AG5 guard killed him off only for the apoth to save him. My opponent thought this was hilarious. His laughter boomed through the stadium.
Then he proceded to surround my pitiful bunch of woodelves with his greater numbers, to smother any chance of 2dbs.
The Bicycle Repair Men were not to be outdone though.
In an audacious -2db, 1db they managed to chainpush the enemies speedy wardancer into the frenzied dwarven crowd who happily tore him to pieces.
The rest of the second half was a bloodlust frenzied blur. The bicycle repair men tried their hardest to dish out more punishment to the enemy but nuffle had decreed that 1 war dancer was all the sacrifice needed to uphold honour.
When the enemy coach got exasperated by the fact that the ref wouldn't throw any of the foulers out of the game he called me the head coach and notable dwarven grudgebearer a 'woman'.
So a final T16 foul ensued, to satisfy the coaches honour. However that failed too.
Overall not such a good game and one that will go down in infamy.
But maybe a lesson in why not to start a foulwar no matter how many extra bodies you have.
Good luck in the future and looking forward to the rematch.
Ken”
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Started off being an enjoyable game some slight misfortune at the beginning of the match (my strip ball stripped only for the ball to bounce back into his catchers hands and got a blitz against me on the next drive which allowed him to secure the ball) left me looking down the barrel of 2-0 down before 1st half of first half.
Then the unexpected after some banter regarding nuffle hating me, he decided to gangfoul a no skill lino prone next to the ballcarrier (even though the lino would have had to roll double pow (due to guard and assists to have gotten the ball 1/36 shot) he said this was tactical, I had my doubts. and asked if he really wanted to get into a foulfest before fouling myself (with the eye) and getting sent off.
He laughed at this and said that he just might. then started stalling out for the second td. My puny woodelves didn't like the laughter and fouled his tree again. (against the eye this time) and got sent off again.
My opponent thought this was really funny and proceded to stall out the first half 2-0.
At the start of the second half the BicycleRepair Men had been told by their dwarf coach at half time to forget the ball and get some blood.
A blitz and foul on the enemies AG5 guard killed him off only for the apoth to save him. My opponent thought this was hilarious. His laughter boomed through the stadium.
Then he proceded to surround my pitiful bunch of woodelves with his greater numbers, to smother any chance of 2dbs.
The Bicycle Repair Men were not to be outdone though.
In an audacious -2db, 1db they managed to chainpush the enemies speedy wardancer into the frenzied dwarven crowd who happily tore him to pieces.
The rest of the second half was a bloodlust frenzied blur. The bicycle repair men tried their hardest to dish out more punishment to the enemy but nuffle had decreed that 1 war dancer was all the sacrifice needed to uphold honour.
When the enemy coach got exasperated by the fact that the ref wouldn't throw any of the foulers out of the game he called me the head coach and notable dwarven grudgebearer a 'woman'.
So a final T16 foul ensued, to satisfy the coaches honour. However that failed too.
Overall not such a good game and one that will go down in infamy.
But maybe a lesson in why not to start a foulwar no matter how many extra bodies you have.
Good luck in the future and looking forward to the rematch.
Ken”