“Without a doubt my greatest ever win on Fumbbl.

The Bloodrock Clan took to the field expecting their first ever defeat. Alas it never came...

The 4 handicaps I was entitled did nothing to aid my predicament. I am the greatest got cancelled out by one of Mafo's players niggling to miss the start. Morleys revenge turned out not to be very vengeful. Infact the one player with it failed to miss one of the 7 drives!
I spent the first half concentrating on my fouling in an effort to weaken the considerably stronger opponent. God bless Morgor and his cotton socks. The lad was on fire. By the time the bell went for the interval the Elves dug out was awash with their most valuable players. Notably the str 4 wardancer, tree and the thrower whose absence spiraled the beginning of the end for W. Arsenals Cup hopes. We went in at the half 2-0 down.

The half time team talk coupled with a blind or biased referee seemed to do the trick. We came storming off the blocks, Blitz! Surrounded the ball and got an early TD. 2-1. A glimmer of hope!
Mafo lined up his two one-turners (yes two!) but bad dice on his part failed to create a space. The catcher fell just within my half. Easy pickings for an unstoppable orc drive. I got the equalizer on the last turn of normal time. The game went into overtime...

Things were looking grim for the badly beaten elves. They'd had enough. The Boot Boyz were in full swing in the crowds, tearing up the seats, setting fire to the stands and hurling rocks at the 'Soft Ladz' in the visitors stand. An early error brought on by shaking hands saw the Clan rob the ball and stand around by the end zone (in true orc fashion) flexing their arms and flashing their nether-regions to the elf nobility. The TD came just before the whistle. Judging by the scenes in the stadium you'd of thought this was the final!

Interviewed after the match the Clans captain Skarag said 'Dis is only da beginning, we came, fault and we con, conk, we won! Hurray da ladz. Next stop da Kup. Last orc in da boozers an elf!'”