“We came, we saw, we niggled some random dorf in our first turn.

Establish a reign or terror, that's the way. The short-arses were trembling in their beards the entire first half (such as it was, what with our heroic hooligans provoking a riot at the awful taste of the hotdogs - beard hair in the trimmings? yuck.).

Second half saw a heroic drive on the part of the stunted runties, and we had them clamouring the entire time, off balance (and with such low centres of gravity too...) and confused - even if they did manage to dodge out and score. Nipped in at the last moment to score the winning goal just before the whistle in a satisfyingly clockwork manner, too.

Bring it on, minute midgets of mayhem, we say! ;)”