“This was a lucky escape for the boys. Question is, will they be cocky next game?

Mid way first half, everything was going better than to plan. Two beasts off the pitch and we had a rare numerical advantage. Then it all went belly up.

After their atrocious start to the swl, the team has long been awaiting a time when they'd be able to perform that breadwinning pro elven play - the pickup, throw and catch with nerves of steel. But they haven't had any catchers...until now. So it was with eager anticipation that they set up that very play for Extrapolated Eructation in turn four. However, with all the roids popping and invincible strength, it seems he has lost his nerves of steel and subsequently spoiled the attempt by trying to catch the ball in his buttocks of steel.

The very next play another of the lads face planted with a quad pow skulls and the very next play after that, another face plant ensued. In the space of three actions, the seekers had lost the ball, position and their dignity as they flailed about like a bunch of squawking geese about to get their wings trimmed by the abominable claws.

And that should have been it - three rounds of free bashing and positioning against a hapless lot that couldn't even get out of the way should have buried them. But despite swinging his claws rotterfully, Blackbart could only manage to use them like a club (so many stuns!) and the rest of the team followed his wonderful example.

And so it continued for the rest of the game - the abominations really had an abominable day. Im sure they'll be grudging on this game for a while...
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