“A game that was a fitting denoument to an epic 3 game struggle. An early score for the Mothers was tinged by the death of their star player, St John Smythe. It's not often you see a high elf with mighty blow. It's a comfort to know that he 'lives' on under Be4ch's care.

At 1-0 at halftime I would have accepted a draw. Even more so as I kicked off after the equaliser with 5 elves. Joining St John Smyth in the mortuary was Camp Charlie. His spot as the new star player proving shortlived. The irony of an AG:5 elf dying failing a dodge to a clear space was not lost on me.

Finally though Nuffle smiled upon me. Not a beaming ray, but with a few tugs on the puppet strings. The 5 elves stood off against the 11 god knows what and the recently spritely St John. The Henry's going for a blitz left the backfield open. Two elves burst through. A long pass that was expected to fall at The Shows feet found it's target. But Santa's Little Belter dropped the catch. Looking to make up for his error he then failed his dodge. A draw looked secure in the final turn before Santa's Little Belter lept to his feet and grabbed the ball from under the nose of a zombie before getting away for the T16 TD. Amazing scenes. I was forced to eat my words, having kicked myself at many points for my use of the apothecary on SLB, for a niggle, before St John died. Funny how things turn out.

I may have won this marathon series of games 2-1 but I am, I fear, a broken team... Songs will be sung of this and zombies and elves will link arms and share drinks whenever the matchup is recalled. Even if the elves arms are not, at that time, attached to their bodies.”