“The druid black orc, Datha Solomon, looked a little uneasy as he arrived ready to collect any surplus body parts. "Da air not right." He added no more, simply covering his oversized nostrils in a cloth.

One thing is for sure, Datha spends most of his time around rotting corpses creating bizarre concoctions, so if he says something smells bad then something untoward is airborne.

The players were all looking a little dazed as they took the field. What ensued was a comical display of blood bowl as both teams faltered time and time again. In the end it was the humans that recovered first, and the super star blitzer Riddick put a halt to the seemingly inevitable Aztec touchdown.

It would be a costly hold up. After Hothammer fumbled the attempted pass for the TD, Riddick sliced the legend lineman across the belly. As his guts spilled onto the pitch, the apothecary was held back. "No, Aztec is more important."

At half time, Datha walked into the dressing room and placed a bowl of liquid in the middle and said one word before he left, "Stay." Soon the eyes of the players seemed to clear, although nobody could smell anything. Team mates had to repeatedly prevent Bo's Biggest Fan from having a swig - less for his health and more for their own, since apparently the liquid was helping.

The 2nd half began and the orcs were now a step quicker, and hitting a lot harder. Whatever Datha had done, it worked, and humans were leaving the field quickly. Coach Antonio was unable to decline the surf after Carve was left near the side, but this was a ploy as Aztec lurked nearby - the orc legend soon running downfield with ball in hand for the winner.

Nobody, except the uncommunicative Datha, seems to know what was done to the pitch before the game to affect the players. There are several conspiracy theories, and a lot of evidence or so I'm told, but nobody can be bothered looking into it. There's gambling and drinking to be done! Huzzah!”