“The Glorious Elven Socialists are devastated to announce the death of Angrod Attlee, a promising talent who had so much more to give. Tragically, the serious case of Getting Punched In The Face proved too much for his fragile elven features, and the Apothecary could do nothing to bring him back.

In his honour, Elf Marx nobly threw for 29 yards; every pass whistling through the air to the sound of lamentations for his fallen brother.

A last-minute attempt to obtain a win in the dying seconds of the game failed due to over-eager when all that was needed for the attempt was for Olwe Owen to sprint up the field and attempt the dodges. But a draw was fair for the match that had preceded it, with great efforts from both teams!”