“As ever a memorable game!

Before the match, Painstate must have trawled every down, dirty, lowlife hellhole tavern in old town because the team that showed up didn't look like the regular flashy Buccaneers, they were a dribbling ravenous pack of 'kill my own mum for a fiver' lowlifes that had one thing on their collective brain cell....PAIN!

Once the game started the winds of fate blew gently upon the Booty Pirates, they were able to run the ball to the Bucs endzone while the 'Dirty Dozen-1' stomped the crap out of any prone Booty girl in range. Bottle 'O Rum almost took a trip to Davy Jones' locker but the medic was on top form and she limped to the reserves bench.
In a high risk play, the Booty Pirates took a chance to gangfoul the legendary Krikrak repeatedly which cost them an easy score and a 1-0 lead! Krikrak is truly a god walking amongst us mere mortals, his thrice blessed jockstrap of divine protection (allegedly a gift from the Dali Father Shadow) protecting the immortal Krikrak's jewels from a damn good stomping.

The second half saw the Booty pirates literally run rings around the flat footed dribbling Bucs, and this time they made no mistake as they stole the ball and stalled to take the game 1-0.

A damn good game which saw the dice firmly favour me. Until next time Painstate!”