“Unlucky match no 13 did live up to expectations. With the team still on a high after their 7-0 drubbing of the Khemri, they scored easily enough before playing near perfect defence all the way up to the near the end of the 1st half when some silly errors cost them.

An attritional 2nd became progressively more bloody with the dugout littered with laid out pointy eared freaks. This culminated in the (literally) heart stopping moment when a shroud was put over Uwouldnthitaguywithglasses' head b4 the apothecary miraculously revived him. The new confidence in the players is no more clearly demonstrated than by the fact that they actually give a shit these days whether they live or die. Some are clearly starting to get grand ideas of not just paying off their dwarfish debtors but living it up in some treetop saloon afterwards as well. This delusional arrogance will surely get knocked out of them when they face a team of ogres as they are slated to soon enough.

As the onfield team's no'd dwindled so did their chances at victory and the previously circumspect blitzer started to take some serious risks for a man with such a nice, well-ironed strip. And with an elf left upfield in the hope of reposession, 5 or more blocks were made on the ball carrier, all to no avail. When the ball came loose near to the end of the game right by the talented Owchy the bench started to hope. Sadly the fool tripped over after a yard leaving the Undead team with an easy opportunity to lurch over the goal-line for a winning score.

All in all though the coaches' sense of foreboding about No 13 vs The Undead was not really justified, a 1 goal loss and a couple of players benched for the next game is not after all as bad a fate as been suffered by many wood elf teams in the past.”