There really are seldom few teams who seem to be able to throw a season away as quick as Real Sociedead who over 7 seasons have now made an art form of it. Leading up to the game Real’s Coach was sure all the right moves had been made as Wolverhampton fearfully stepped onto the pitch amidst claims that they had been meta’d. In contrast, Real confidently took to the pitch with the familiar site of the Count backing them up.
The ball was kicked off and Real concentrated on the LOS and resisted the urge to push into a rather deep defence. The LOS stood their ground though and even a 5 man gang foul failed to remove the LOS’d Wight. With such a poor initial drive the Wolves capitalised and were quick to reduce the Real numbers below their own. As the game progressed both parties took some damage, but with the Wolves regeneration on form, and Real’s not, there was real pressure to ensure Real ended the half with a score - and so pressed on.
Wolves tried to cut the Count off by falling back and even managed to strip the ball from his grasp but the Count coolly collected it again and a second and failed attempt at dispossessing him left the Wolves vulnerable for the first time. With only seconds on the clock though and with an opportunity to even the numbers for the second half Victor Casadesus Castano (VCC) called on the Count to halt until they could deal damage. Faced with the Strip balling Wight, VCC swung at him twice only to pound his huge unwieldy fists into his own ash laden skull and knock himself out!!!
The Wolves fans screamed with delight at the unlikely events that had cost Real their scoring opportunity and howled even more when they forced the Count off the field with a well delivered boot - fortunately regenerating.
0 – 0
A rather dejected Real squad of 10 men came out without VCC and the most powerful Zombie in the OBBA, Fredrik Olsson... and if things looked bleak then they looked even worse when Wolves reduced them to 8 men on the kickoff.
In the end it was down to 4 Real players to valiantly fight on for survival against a blood thirst pack of animals and the winning TD was never in doubt.
0 – 1
If Real can take anything from the encounter it is a healthy squad... but that is all.
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I don’t recall a game so much decided by one failed dice roll. I saw a quad skull in my game with Goo (on his side) so wasn’t expecting another, especially in the first action of T8 when I could have scored. :(
My guys never really got a hold of the game and spent the best part in the KO box, or so it seemed. It was without doubt, a thoroughly disappointing game that has left me doubting my abilities at this game after two losses with the Count (I may have to stop calling Russo a nOOb). I’ve even signed up for a SMACK on the heels of it!
Which I’ll regret when I have to play the games, hopefully I won’t get it. :)
Fair play to G though, he played a good game and used his FGs very well I thought and threw caution to the wind with his none blodge Ghoulish man marking of my Mummies – I hope that sort of play sees him in title contention this season.
As for Real’s season, well, we’re more familiar with a relegation battle than Silverware. ”
There really are seldom few teams who seem to be able to throw a season away as quick as Real Sociedead who over 7 seasons have now made an art form of it. Leading up to the game Real’s Coach was sure all the right moves had been made as Wolverhampton fearfully stepped onto the pitch amidst claims that they had been meta’d. In contrast, Real confidently took to the pitch with the familiar site of the Count backing them up.
The ball was kicked off and Real concentrated on the LOS and resisted the urge to push into a rather deep defence. The LOS stood their ground though and even a 5 man gang foul failed to remove the LOS’d Wight. With such a poor initial drive the Wolves capitalised and were quick to reduce the Real numbers below their own. As the game progressed both parties took some damage, but with the Wolves regeneration on form, and Real’s not, there was real pressure to ensure Real ended the half with a score - and so pressed on.
Wolves tried to cut the Count off by falling back and even managed to strip the ball from his grasp but the Count coolly collected it again and a second and failed attempt at dispossessing him left the Wolves vulnerable for the first time. With only seconds on the clock though and with an opportunity to even the numbers for the second half Victor Casadesus Castano (VCC) called on the Count to halt until they could deal damage. Faced with the Strip balling Wight, VCC swung at him twice only to pound his huge unwieldy fists into his own ash laden skull and knock himself out!!!
The Wolves fans screamed with delight at the unlikely events that had cost Real their scoring opportunity and howled even more when they forced the Count off the field with a well delivered boot - fortunately regenerating.
0 – 0
A rather dejected Real squad of 10 men came out without VCC and the most powerful Zombie in the OBBA, Fredrik Olsson... and if things looked bleak then they looked even worse when Wolves reduced them to 8 men on the kickoff.
In the end it was down to 4 Real players to valiantly fight on for survival against a blood thirst pack of animals and the winning TD was never in doubt.
0 – 1
If Real can take anything from the encounter it is a healthy squad... but that is all.
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I don’t recall a game so much decided by one failed dice roll. I saw a quad skull in my game with Goo (on his side) so wasn’t expecting another, especially in the first action of T8 when I could have scored. :(
My guys never really got a hold of the game and spent the best part in the KO box, or so it seemed. It was without doubt, a thoroughly disappointing game that has left me doubting my abilities at this game after two losses with the Count (I may have to stop calling Russo a nOOb). I’ve even signed up for a SMACK on the heels of it!
Which I’ll regret when I have to play the games, hopefully I won’t get it. :)
Fair play to G though, he played a good game and used his FGs very well I thought and threw caution to the wind with his none blodge Ghoulish man marking of my Mummies – I hope that sort of play sees him in title contention this season.
As for Real’s season, well, we’re more familiar with a relegation battle than Silverware.
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