“The gents entertain Lizardmen in their ninth fixture.

A crazy game which was here there and everywhere! Nuffle was having his fun and so were the coaches. A 0-0 draw is fair on reflection. Mr. Cipherious training paid off and he will be learning something new.

It is however a very sad day for the Boxing Society. We lose one of our most esteemed gentlemen, who without, this team would not even exist.

We tip our top hats to your grave good sir. On the field you were stalwart and off a scholar. Take those stairs to another world now my friend.

I am assured that one of Mr. Savdogs relatives will soon arrive to take up his mantle. Coach Throweck has retrieved the blood stained helmet. The blood not of Mr. Savdog but of the useless apo that Coach Throweck disposed of due to his unsuccessful practice.

We will see you on the pitch soon good sir!

Tally forth good sirs!!”