“Took a while for the team to remember they're supposed to play with a ball in hand, rather than just follow it along the sideline in their own half. About the same time as the Fractal Crew ran it in for a turnover TD.

Held onto things a bit better the second go, by letting a snotling hold the ball for all of three seconds. Whichever one of you it was, no more of that rubbish, or it's strait in the pot. At least have the decency to get inside a cage with it.

Fortunately, a couple of the big heavies found themselves the worse for wear after lying on the ground a little long near the wee green chaps. Of course, it's the Ogres put them there, and that's what really matters. Eh lads. That made the second half, as they received, a little harder for them to keep things tight.

Eventually we found ourselves chasing the loose ball deep into their lands, and after the wee green fellows tried to hold it again, perhaps 4 seconds this time, the whole thing fell in the hands of Bruiser, where he sprinted like his life depended on it (it's a big pot, after all) and gave us the 8/8 equaliser. Hilarious. Decided to eat some fans in celebration, which only encourages them.”