“A match where nothing went right on the first drive, and then everything went perfectly for the rest - a good example of how Nuffle doesn't like criticism, but rewards stoicism.

That, or he was laughing so much at the snowball full of rocks that the crowd killed Huge Package with, that he let everything slide.

First drive - typical elf ball, couldn't stop them getting near it, and after Happy Ending starting the game by falling flat on his face, we probably deserved it. A blind ref meant Just A Little One could wreak havoc, and we marched up the pitch getting promisingly close to the end zone before that mean ol' blitzer 1 diced Up Himself.

Second half the elves should have wrought more havoc, but most of them were hiding in the dugout after being KO'd, or worse. Eight Feet of Pure Meat and the others were all kicking, stomping and blocking, and with an unlucky dodge from the elf blitzer ending in tears, we got the ball and scored on the fifth turn, having cleared the pitch.

Something was telling me to stall and hold on for the draw, rather than lose to those despicable pointy eared types, but a cold Tuesday night isn't the time for standing around doing nothing for four turns. And I was exonerated when only 3 elves woke back up, even if that was the point when Huge Package was delivered from us. A headlong dash to the end zone, a bit of luck with the ball, and we took the score in the last turn to win.

Second time out with Pact and that was jolly good fun. I imagine this will infect me with massive hubris and I'll spend the next month ruing my arrogance as we lurch from failure to failure. But for now, I can dream...”