“The boys were looking stupid enough on defence for the tall hat men and their minotaur to run one in fairly sharpish, the referee not at all amused at our fouling in the early game. Brutish drew the blitzes as usual.

But we got one back with some clever fumbling of the ball by Bully, who drew in both the Centaurs (including the one bigger than an Ogre!) to be tied up by our specialist tacklers. Brutish again taking the blitzes, Bully was free enough to fumble once more, but the last gasp pass stuck, everyone doing their job to clear the way for a half time equaliser.

In the second, the kick was terrifyingly short, Brutish had finally had enough of the blitzes, but not before the Ogres got sorted and Bully passed it back behind a wall of power, who then proceeded to smash the tall hat men's continued advances off the park, eventually leaving the way clear for a waltz down the sideline, still behind that massive wall of Thug, Bully, Goonish, Muscly, and Bruising. The apothecary was free at the end, so we let him save us money, by which I mean a young Runt.

5th win in 69 games, Conventional Brutality, not the worst team ever.”