“Lads! No guts, no glory. We gave up on the late TD in the first half, and it was our only chance of pulling level. Easy quick TD at the start of the 2nd for Mithing Deef, flying high, after a poor kick and touchback.

But their great beast of a troll, Roma, with a viscously sharpened claw, took care of Clive in the second half, and Leif on his own had trouble against them. The boys had a good go at their runner, stunty movement paying good, but the elf Natan was just too stable on foot. Missed my timing on the magic strength potion they gave me as an inducement, should have handed it off to Mithing Deef for the blitz. Ah well, wouldn't have helped, but tactics first, eh.

Two more missing next game, with Foot Smashed looking greatly the worse for wear. I wonder if it would be kinder to just give him a nice big cake as leaving gift, but he'll have none of it and insists on sticking with the team. Spirit! Great stuff.”