Their daring escape from slavery is one any Bootaz fan knows off by heart, it goes a little something like this...

The escape was set, the downtrodden Hobgoblins had waited for this moment all season, the big end of season clash between the Black Iron Barricade and the Hobgoblins cruel captors, Chaos Wharf. For weeks the Hobgoblins had been preparing; each of the small band of mutineers had their responsibilities. In fact each was now overwhelmed with responsibilities as the Hobgoblin tendencies for mistrust and backstabbing had led to over 50 of the potential escapees being killed. Half for the sin of looking too shifty and obviously being on the verge of betraying the escape to curry favour with their captors and half for looking too normal and obviously being on the verge of betraying the escape to curry favour with their captors. Each had also managed to ensure they were not on tonight's teamsheet (or in fact any of the previous ones) by being completely inept at Blood Bowl. This had come insultingly naturally to each of then except maybe Flashgit. They had instead all been assigned tasks on the Chaos Wharf airship that ferried the team from game to game or as pitch-side servants on magic sponge/stretcher duty.

The plan was simple, fly to the game, the contact in the Free Hobgoblin Nashun Groop had paid for a rock to be thrown at Malaise (Chaos Wharf Keeper of Keys), the Hobgoblins on stretcher duty would then steal the keys, free the other lads, and they'd be off to steal the airship and abscond. Then they'd set up a Hobgoblin nation based on mutual respect and understanding. i.e. We both mutually respect the desire to stab each other in the back and we understand that if a back is turned it will receive a sharp knife. Ok, maybe the second bit wasn't simple but the first was.

So chained on the side-lines of the Black Iron Barricade pitch, in an area they hoped had recently been cleaned given the evidence of nurgling infestation, our 16 brave lads sat (backs to the advertising hoardings obviously, they weren't about to get shived this close to freedom) waiting. Waiting for the rock. Eventually the rock came.

They saw the troll wading violently through the crowd on the other side of the stadium, tossing broken spectators aside with casual indifference, the enormous rock lifted haphazardly above its head. They saw the hobgoblin handler pointing deliberately at Malaise, lining up for kick off, saw the easy flight of the rock belying its murderous weight. They saw the rock land on the dwarf with a sickening squelch. The dwarf was unconscious. The wrong dwarf. Brugdogg Bronzearmor had been incredibly unlucky, so had the Hobgoblins.

Flashgit Elffingers was not about to lose this opportunity though, cometh the hour cometh the Hobgoblin. Thinking fast, he grabbed a nearby nurgling and threw it. It soared through the air like a rotten, maggot filled apple and hit Malaise's chest where it burst in a small pus filled explosion over her jersey. Sneakz, using the brief stoppage in the game whilst the rock was heaved from the pitch, grabbed a replacement (jersey, not nurgling) and headed onto the pitch. He gave Malaise the clean jersey, took the acrid smelling remains of the old one and liberated the keys almost by force of habit than by design.

With the keys to their chains the Hobgoblins waited nervously for the end of the game. Then they waited whilst the dwarves drank themselves stupid after the game. Then they waited for someone else to go first. Eventually they made for the airship. Just one problem, no airship. All that remained was a very sticky, wet puss covered rope that had been crudely hacked at one end and a trail of dead nurglings which seemed to make bigger splats the further they were from the landing site. The nurglings! They'd stolen the airship first!

Flashgit stared at the miles of hostile terrain before them. To continue was suicide. To go back was suicide. Better to die free, he stepped forward.

Y1, Autumn - Leather Division
Final Position 7/8

None to date. 10 players dead in their first 4 games is technically an incredible achievement but not one the team intends (or can afford) to repeat.

All Bootaz fans know there is only one player of note:Flashgit Elffingerz

Surviving the first season when so many around him died. Scoring when so many around him died. Throwing the ball accurately when so many about him died. Hurting the opposition team when so many around him died. Being stamped on repeatedly and not dying when so many around him died. Flashgit Elffingerz is a professional and professionals don't die until the job is done.

Notable for his silky elf like control of the ball and also the decaying necklace of elf fingers around his neck.

Want to spot him on the pitch? Easy! He's the Hobgoblin that isn't dead.

Now an award winner:
- Y2 Child of Winter (Blocking Scorer)

A memorial to those who have lost their lives in the fight for Hobgoblin supremacy over the cruel Chaos Dwarves. It is more than the team would have liked to have seen but life is cruel and dying free is better than living enslaved. Apparently.

Game 1
Sneakz
Shabgusk

Game 2
Gromz
Gitzogg
Bhad

Game 3
Hoblabad
Muthob
David Bluerock
The Unknown Mercenary

Game 4
Ghagobla

Game 5 & 6
No-one!

Game 7
Sylvester Hardstream

Game 8
No-one