“After scoring gallantly on our second of turns, my rude, unkempt opponents swaggered down the pitch like an pack of uneducated oafs. Despite this indignity, the Mongooses put up a stalwart, steely defense, many times striking the ball carrier with critical force. But when the dust settled (much to our displeasure, dust being a thing of peasants), his disgusting players seemed to still have the ball. Well! We shall see who is the most popular coach-gentleman at the ball, sir! I fear for your dignity, knowing that you cannot hope to make a good showing.

Oh, and one of our daft equipment boys is yelling something in your common tongue. He has been good, so I will pass on his heathen message. DICED! he says. Well whatever that means, I hope it's not a pagan curse.

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Thanks for the game, Tym. Fun as always :)”