TEAM BIO

PRESTIGE: 305 Big Fat Ones

Infamously known as the god of honour, manliness, sportsmanship, and surfing, The Wolf-Father goes by many names; Special K, Khornelias Fudge, Chili Con Carnage, and the Great Khornholio amongst them. The Wolf-Father is the embodiment of wrath, savagery, and barbarism, consequently most of the time he's just plain angry!

The Wolf-Father is the easiest god ever to worship. Where other, more weak and feeble gods may demand that you memorise overly long prayers and hymns, or score obscene numbers of touchdowns and other such unmanly stuff, the Wolf-Father is venerated with one thing and one thing only: the time-honoured tradition of the crowd-surf!

Many teams have tried their hand at this hallowed tactic. Indeed, some are rather good at it, then they go and spoil things by playing in just their undercrackers, like the filthy, Slaanesh lovers that they are! No, when it comes to crowd-surfing, none can stand with Lords of the Wolf-Father, manliest of the manly!

And lo, at any Lords of the Wolf-Father match the bellowing of the warcry, "Surfs for the Surf God!", "Tzeentch don't surf!" and "I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!" can be heard reverberating around the stadium.

Turns out there's never a better time to surf than during the Glory of Winter!
Y8 Winter Low Friendlies - 1st Place
Y8 Summer Late Show Mannslieb Division - 2nd Place

Chant of The Week:
Girls hit your hallelujah (wooh)
Girls hit your hallelujah (wooh)
Girls hit your hallelujah (wooh)
'Cause Special K gon' give it to you (wooh)
'Cause Special K gon' give it to you
'Cause Special K gon' give it to you
Saturday night, and we in the spot
Don't believe me, just watch, come on!