“Coach Cheesifonti was very worried about this match. Their ogre opponent had proved to brutally effective in what they did best: knocking da hell outta things. So he rallied his 'ragazzos'.

'Bambini! Silencio coglione!' -Cheesifonti turned an icy stare at Rattavaro, who was joking with Foulsen, they stopped almost instantly- 'We are in deep merda if thees doesnt work. Just try to outrun those beeg monstrui, they hit like angry trains di coglioni, capicce?'

The whole team answered 'Si, signore'.

'Bene. Tropezet, Sali and Iasprinta, try to outflank them, they are slow as merda, but just avoid that nasty Hash Browne...Okee?'

The runners nodded.

'Tuffon y Del Peddo, you'll have to smoke outta that nastee dirty playa, Hand-cut Chips, capicce?'

The vermins smiled, showing their crooked teeth.

'Whats for the rest of uso, coache?' asked Caccerola, a rat with a heavy stalian accent.

'Just try not to meet Dio mesmo. Allora, a giocare!'



Match Info:
*HANDICAPS*

1. Bad Press.
   
2. Smelling Salts.
   

Plenty of bashing from the ogres, we were REALLY LUCKY to get only bad hurted linemen... The rats ran low of fodder very soon. Happily for them the first drive ended with a 2-0 lead for the JoS.

Second drive looked bad. Not enough rats to cover the back field, I decided to run for the ball and try to steal it under those nasty ogre noses. Thing that I luckily did, by surfing a big monsta with one of my runners... Then we managed to punt the ball, hold the line, steal the ball again, and score...

I won't be this lucky next time...


Thanks Krytie for his patience. He spent the whole game listening to some italian funny badwords and watching my runners go ninja-run-dodge-steal-do-the-uncanny...


Good luck in the next of the season!”