“Well, that was a little better from the Bokonon boys. The shock of the last game invigorated them enough that a large number of the supposedly tough Chaos team were sitting on their backsides in the hospital during the first half.

A quick steal of the ball and Saffy even had the luxury of doing a little dance on the touchline for a couple of turns before taking the ball over.

Then the second half started...

Old habits apparently die hard as, despite the two-man advantage, the boys could not stay on their feet enough to break through the valient Skullspeak defensive line. The chuckers were sitting deep twatting around, waiting for an opportunity, but suddenly found themselves overwhelmed with horned crazies. Instead of closing down the match, Bokonon United found themselves with three turns to salvage the match. Cue Peter C fumbling a pick up and Beef falling over when GFI to get close enough to the endzone for a last turn dash.

The good news? Eric Stoltz is dead!!! At last. I hate that guy. The honour went to The Beast. He had spent the first half roaring confusedly and running in circles, falling over, and that dirty sod 'Fishgills' McGinty stole in a put a boot in that would have taken him out of the match if it wasn't for the team doctor. Revitalised for the second half, the friendly, neighbourhood minotaur went on the rampage and Stoltz ended up with a horn through his chest and his still-beating heart clasped in the hairy hoof of an enraged cowman. Well done, that man/cow/thing!

Oh, as a side note, this was a game of two halves. First half I had all the luck and put it to good use. Second half McMorran1 had all the luck and put it to good use. A topsy-turvy match.”