“With 9 losses to knine, I always go into each match expecting a similar result, but after the previous Chappies' game, the Ghozt Ship got beaten hard by the karmic drum that was trying to keep my hopes alive. First half every time you breathed on an ethereal it wafted away to the dugout; between the ref, the pitch, our boots and our fists there wasn't much to stop us, and foul appearance didn't make an appearance until the last turn of the half.

Then the tables began to turn, with the Skaven playing 7s vs a 10 man team, and we couldn't do much to prevent the equalizer. I'd hoped to somehow intimidate them into stalling longer, but that was still just enough turns to punt the ball to safety at the end. Until next time...”