“Match report game 9

Goblins are cruel little buggers. When they heard that a super star from Fling's Flying Circus was one game away from legend, they swung by the big top to try and make sure he never makes it.

Flingon is a cross between a fling and a klingon, or did he just have a cornish pasty taped to his head?
In any case he was marked for death as the hobbitses recieved in the first drive. There seemed to be a forest in the middle of the pitch - which is cheating- that stopped the gobbos getting to him, and he scored late on... but not late enough for our counter offensive to come apart and for him to score again.

The Cunning Stuntman blamed dropping the ball on it's being greasy from being handled by the obesity pandemic that the Circus calls a team.

Archie Dictomy was the difference we needed in the second half: after Flingon's inevitable sack of our star quaterback Princess Beer Git, some precision flailing with his ball and chain took down the troublesome porker. Replays reveal it was only the cornish pasty that was hurt, and he faked the injury in order to be secure in his legend status. Cheater.

'Ard Nob walked it in to secure his Veteran status, like a proper professional blood bowl player, but despite pressure from a morally and numerically superior stunty team, we couldnt tie it up in the last quarter. 1-2 to the flings.”