“The rain lashed down on the Isle of Misfits. Four freshly greased goblins shone in the torchlight, the rats forming up on the other side of the bone dust LOS* made for a pathetic sight, wet fur stuck in heavy clumps to scrawny bodies. Lightning flashed and the Manglerz raised their eyes to the sky searching out a sign from a very angry God. Eyes were lowered just in time to see the referee blow his whistle to signal the kickoff...wait what, touchdown. Arse.

The Manglerz reset, the Skaven kick, the ball lands in the left of the Manglerz endzone. The Manglerz jog back listening to the scuttle, scuttle of the skaven rapidly gaining on them. Grunty tries to pick up the ball but as the most greased of the stunties he might as well have been trying to grab a bar of elven soap, not that he has any conception of what that may be or its uses... At the last minute he manages to grasp the ball and head back upfield. Unfortunately Gitz slips on greased feet and fails to run his blocking line. The all to familiar sounds of scuttle scuttle smack, scuttle scuttle yoink, skitter skitter whoosh, peeeep. The referee blows for the second TD. It's all too reminiscent of the game against Yara's Headtakers only this time its a wetter sounding scuttle.

So, 2-0 down, still pouring with rain the Manglerz trudge back to the LOS. The Skaven kick off again chittering merrily to themselves. The ball lands 1m in front of the endzone off to the left! Things are improving! The Manglerz jog back, the skaven chase. The ball is picked up! Manglerz hearts lift. A cage is formed! Oh joy of joys! Familiar territory. The ball progresses downfield all the skaven are smashed along the way and the ball is handed off to Booomer for the TD. The ball is greasy. It is dropped. 2-0 at the half.

The teams line up again. There are a distinct lack of rats this time and the ones that remain look a bit less full of squeek having had a lot of it bashed out of them. They kick, the ball lands next to the left sideline, the Manglerz trudge back knowing that the crowd are all bast*rds and this is probably going to spell disaster again. Urim takes responsibility for the ball off the stunties and picks it up himself. Success! Greasing up those stunties was an awful idea. The Manglerz race downfield as fast as their green legs can carry them which is barely perceptible as motion in comparison to the rats skittering around them. They run it in with most of the second half still remaining... 2-1.

7 rats line up. The Manglerz kick. Centrefield, high, right into Skaven hands. The skaven hand-off break the Manglerz line and are gone down the Manglerz left flank. The Manglerz jog back following the muddy footsteps of a journey they've made several time already tonight and are rapidly beginning to despise. In a display of incredible irritation Braknak catches Hakflem Scuttlespike on the verge of the endzone and punches him into next week. He has promised himself he is not running back from the LOS to this damn corner of the field again tonight. He then brings down the gutter runner trying to dodge in to get the ball and score before the Manglerz have a chance to pick it up.

Krump then pushes a rat into the crowd and oh look, there are only 5 rats left which unfortunately is also the number of seconds remaining. Only Booomer and Gitz have any chance of reaching the line and neither of them is currently in possession of the ball. In fact, the skaven have surrounded the ball with fully half their team and things are not looking promising. Over half the Manglerz team is used to free Braknak, Grotto's prone body coming in useful which is more than can be said for Grotto himself tonight and the 5 orcs manage to push the 2 skaven out of the way. The ball is handed to Booomer and he runs it in with the clock showing 00:00:01. 2-2.

The sun comes out, a few skaven turn up to receive the kick off and the referee blows for fulltime. Everyone heads back inside to work out what went wrong. The groundsman comes out to repair the NW corner of the field, the rest of the field looks untouched**.

Next up, a slow motion rematch against Chosen To Learn.

*Freshly made from a touring Khemri team, I'm sure they won't be missed. Lots of packs of wild dogs in the area... Probably one of them...

**The ball started or ended the turn (or probably both) in the NW corner on 25 out of 32 turns.”