Once more Wolbum returns to the field. After being brutally murdered in a violent scrap against some Norse humies and his body left to rot in the dugout, to everyones amazement, he returned once more to training several weeks later in full kit and shape.

When Wolbum was asked about this , he stared up at the interviewer and shrugged. He replied "Dis is just 'ow tings are rite? I get duffed up gud and proppa, or eaten, or stomped on, and da next fing I know, I wakez back up in some stinky place. Not ter mention it is 'ard not ter smell Guff from a mile off, zog me e' stinks!"

While this not only highlights perhaps some kind of super Goblin durability of a form, it also shows just how committed (Or stupid)he is in his commitement to the team. His dedication to the sport at least cannot be questioned.