Taken during the bloody rout of Trolling Stones, this once proud orcish thrower met his demise at the very centre of a huge melee for the ball in a tight 1-0 win for the Monst-chesters.
Upon returning to the dugout with his head in the hands, Osterrer was quoted as saying that he felt the use of his own leg to bash his skull in was rather against the spirit of the game but he didn't hold a grudge... he was too busy holding his head!

Fouled by the normally placid Ole "Gunner Get ya' Solkjaer, this heroic and noble Wood Elf has joined the ranks of the most decorated and fantastic team of all! Heard before the game he 'transferred' during, he was said to say" i wish i could play for such a evil and depraved team like Monch-chester United.... maybe after my trip north to 'scout' the lands of our evil (but fantastic) brethren!".

Fantastic-ly named player whom was my first opponent to 'join' the Monst-chester United ranks after a bitter transfer war that led to both Managers using the press to defame and abuse the other... in true English Premier League fashion!