“Garibaldi stood between his mangled men, again. First half wasn't even half way over, and the doctors tent was already crowded. "Rats. They're no clobbers, they're players dammit" He kept mumbling to himself. His team tried one risky play after another to pull it of yet. But they just fell short. Literally. The gras is green? Pah. From where he stood, it was red and littered with his men. One offense only was, though risky, flawlessly executed and brought at least one Touchdown. But the outcome was the same. Lost. lost to rats.
Then again, didn't everybody loose to the vermin in the end? Bah. At least the fighting spirit impressed the fans, and we're talking reserve players here. Won't help in next match though. Darn sissies. Just ain't made of the stuff they used to.”