“A rare win for the Boys, playing in horribly negative style (possibly upset at the death of Grottystone). Fat Jim sacked the ball carrier early on, after a lucky blitz at the kick off, and then enough gnoblars stayed on the pitch to be totally aggravating, allowing Thunderstroke to waltz in a score just before half time.

With only 6 elves left for the second half, the ogres knew they just didn't need to be stupid, and in play reviled by any decent person, they congregated around the ball in their own backfield and then didn't bother moving. Ella Prytani takes gnoblar of the match award for a nasty diving tackle in the last turn that prevented a late draw, and the 'Boys stumbled drunkenly home, claiming they're on the way to the big leagues.

At least nobody died. Well, except Grottystone...”