“Mithing Deef showed his fine spirit at the start of the match, by flying over their cover and running in a simple one. From then on they marked Leif rather better, feeding or otherwise. Gave him a good few shots at them, but these Nicrománticos were made of solid stuff and just kept coming back for more. Freshly dead, I'd say, no old bones there. Their Flesh Golems had rather a good time cutting timber too, Frank and Einstein, clever sorts.

We still pushed them very wide, which is the general plan on defence, but then they cut back due to some poor coaching signals and we couldn't quite retrieve the ball before they scored. We had a shot a another flier, but the deep kick upset my concentration and rather spoiled things. Not to mention the opposition's efforts, putting both Mithing Deef and Frozen Shoulder out, which does for all of our critical 'flings just like that. Well targeted.

Their receiving on the second half turned into a rout. Three of our young lads taking to the crowd in fear of a beastly Werewolf, fortunately the crowd was very forgiving and escorted them back to the reserves untouched. Made the mistake of trying the same on them, and then not quite giving it our all. I perhaps should have signalled the lads to abandon it among their faster players and help Clive and Leif smash their heavies, but such is the wisdom of hindsight.


The ref said we could have one last chance to score, which went well enough until young Sore Bits had trouble evading them near the line. Lad seems more suited as a ground-bird than a flier, though he did nail the landing.”