“They call themselves a killer team, and they are that and then some. Two green ones for the pot and Goon saved from the same fate early on by the Apothecary. Finally that fraud gets his act together, and just the match for it.

Could barely hold them when they had the ball, simply too big, too powerful, too quick to get our big lads off the field. Bully ran one in while he lasted, though he'll miss the next game and we'll surely struggle. Only Brute was left of us at the death, though we nearly snuck in a late equaliser over their heads, but simply not enough green ones or big lads left on the field to cover. Again, must run right up the sideline you little snotthings! Stretch them! Take advantage of your limited talents. Still Mumbles, good pick up, landing, and run, for what it was.

Blocked off the field really, perhaps made it too easy for them to do that in places, but our early losses and the busy apothecary made this coach too nervous to ask for the full bash. Shame really, that's our speciality. Perhaps no good at it as the Killer Team here though.”