“The Steaks couldn't really deliver, which they usually do, and lately their form has seen a downward curve... Maybe their training - if they do train that is! - ain't up to scratch these days, as the competition grows fiercer by the minute?

Still, they had their moments, especially when a rusty chainsaw ("Surely an official should have checked that old piece of chunk before the match??" - Stalkers Coach) bit into fresh Pygmy meat, ripping it in thousands of pieces; just what the crowd wanted! With all the blood on the pitch, it became more and more difficult to play, but the crowd was behind both teams. Just the way it should be.

They did hold their breaths for one blink of an eye when the Stalkers went in for the big kill: that of the legend, and smelly, Khrangaz the Horned! The team set up nicely for Gjukisson to foul, and seeing the ref standing several feet away he set about his dirty work... The whole stadium went quiet as Gjukisson set forward, running as fast as his Pygmy legs would let him towards his to-be victim. Several Stalker players were already in place, there to spectate up close but also to assist, and then the blow came, boom! Crowd leaning forward to see what had happened to their beloved Smelly One, but luckily he only needed a little tending to as he was carried off of the pitch and would be back next match, fully recovered!

All well that ends well.”