“*Translated from the original Orc"

This is always like a picnic these Tribe vs Tribe games. Both bands of Glorious Orcs fresh from Rd 1 winnings...anad now forced to destroy one or the others dreams. Me think it not fair! *assorted curses of no known translation*
Da Pain were fantastic in their opening rolling maul. Was a blessing to see such grace brought to the field. Every step sure footed, every block well placed..there was nothing to do but cheer for them as they showed us how beautiful Orcs can be.
Second half we look to the skies. If they show us grace on the ground we show them the pass. We dishonour us all by not catching. But Gordon Brown, more elf than Orc, show us the way home.
OT. Looked hopeless as once again the ground gave way to the might of their maul. But suddenly they seemed gripped by indecision...chants of "Brother of Law...Brother of Law...Airport...Airport..." This strange to us...we have no Council Elder called "Brother of Law"..nor ports in the air. What magic do our cousins know we have not heardof? The very mention of his arrivial spooked the ball carrier into a blind rush for the endzone. We get blitzer back and take away the rock. Then it seems time stops. There was a pass..and Gordon Brown again shows us the way with his catch. But only he can move. I see him running..and all else is encased in amber. What power has this Brother of Law released???
We win the game...but it not feel right. We shall hope to carry the day in our next match for our valient cousins.
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Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving! We shall meet again.

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