“A serious battering in sweltering heat saw the Anti-Social Club's first match since the 2nd Black Box Trophy end in warm, bitter tears.

With only 4 players starting the second half, a staunch defence and occasional comical blocking from the Bull Centaurs meant they almost scored a TD, but between the Professor's greediness and the strength of the Chorf defence, it was going to be hard for the Club to catch up. About the only thing we did achieve was to soften things up for the Quakers' next opponent, by teaching their dirty player how it feels to be fouled.

Special mention goes to Dribblesnot, who volunteered to be thrown at the opposition at the end of the first half, then wimped out and blew himself up instead. He will be missed.”