“Finally the game these elves born under a bad sign had been expecting. A bloody encounter marked by excruciatingly poor fortune at the most crucial moments. Failure to make any meaningful blocks put the team at a disadvantage in the early stages and despite excellent restraint of their opponents cage they failed to stop them scoring. A near one turn score was almost pulled off at the end of the first half but let down by Riddledwithdutchelm, who got carried away and knocked the player over that he was supposed to be pushing back.

The team's misfortunes were exascerbated by the team's star wardancer, Owchy making a nobly suicidal blitz on the Amazonian's ball carrier in the finest traditions of this team. Having failed to dispossess, Owchy suddenly found himself surrounded by his opponents, crazed by bloodlust and a frenzied block cast him into the rabid crowd who tore him limb from limb whilst hooting with glee. Prior to his last charge his team-mates heard him mutter, 'It's gonna be all or nothing till the end lads' and so it was. The team had noticed a more nihilist bent in his strategy lately, and against the Ogres his seemingly futile and unwavering pursuit of the ball was patently contemptuous of their superior size and strength. It should be noted that Owchy's fellow players found amongst his personal effects credit notes totalling almost 500,000 gold pieces to a dwarf by the name of Rangloin the Unsympathetic. Rangloin is known to the team as the purveyor of potions which claim to endow the imbiber with new physical prowess. The vast quantities Owchy must have consumed (on credit) to gain his awesome agility fully explain his erratic behaviour of late and his delusions of god-like powers that led to his death at the hands of the jungle warriors. All of this clearly makes sense in the light of the knowledge that he must have been being hopped up to the gills at the time he opted for his Charge of the Light Brigade style blitzkrieg that was to be his swansong. Whilst perturbed by Owchy's death, the team are nonetheless relieved not to have carry his debt with them to the dwarfish stadium where they will play their next game. Honours then, go to the fallen who did indeed embody the spirit of this team.

Inspired by his example the team went about the second half with the sort of carefree abandon not seen since their early matches. Dodging in and out of large clusters of the banshee-like opposition they almost scored twice, only to be let down by a failed leap on one occasion and by a poor block on another. Irrepressible to the last and now only 1 game away (they hope) from returning home the 6 surviving members (1 seriously injured) go to face the race of their debtors hoping against hope that their pluck and willingness to go like lambs to the slaughter will somehow measure up to the allure of gold. Failing that they might try and tunnel into the stadium and get smuggled out of it in coffins.

To the victors goes the spoils and the 'lady flashers' were indeed clear winners finishing 3-0 in front.”