“An early kill by the boot had me reaching for my apothecary, but instead of giving in to despair, for a change I knuckled down, and Nuffle handed me the good dice. You know, the ones that tear the heart out of the opposition. Not many serious injuries, but with the fouling on point and a sympathetic ref, we whittled them down to 5 players at halftime and 1-1, and then sauntered slowly up for the second. Being gentlemen, we gave them two turns to hurt us, but when Zug woke up, his fists were still as soft as the pillow he'd been lying on... The crowd took a blitzer for us, but sadly that was the drive after a prayer to nuffle would have given us spp. Next time, maybe...”