“The Bungle of a Rumble ; when the well fancied Defilers went to Gravesend, even the Wanderers coach was heard to scream 'We won't be able to stand up to them man to man. Or dead man to small man. Or whatever.' Whether it was the expectation of the public, their coaches unassailable confidence or the weight of pressure of their own minds, somehow, the Defilers were defiled. On a scorching day, the Chaos Dwarves had one bright drive, scoring early. Then they were taken apart by an team of corpses with everything to prove. First Rhagoth Lightbiter bit it. Lightbiter indeed. Should have been called Dustbiter. A pathetic showing from the late Chaos Dwarf. Second they stopped Gharg the Unstoppable, sending him to the dugout with all sorts of limbs facing the wrong way. Nobby the Bootpolisher was somehow sent on and just as quickly sent off for fouling. Zzhakhen the Horrible played horribly, going down to serious injury just before the end of the half where the Defilers found themselves desperately defending their line against the undead horde.
Leading 1-0 at the halftime whistle, the Deserted Isle Defilers found themselves on the end of a stomping come the Wanderers first drive. Choad ( who does the laundry ) was thrown on as reinforcement, but only last a couple of minutes. Gravesend quickly scored and the match descended into a slugfest with both teams trying to gain the upper hand. It ended 1-1 with the Defilers calling it a moral victory as the numerous undead blocked and fouled their way around the field. Bah! Bah! I say! Bah to the Gravesend Wanderers!”