The Great Gobbo sat huddled in his chair in front of the fire, a glass of something strong and home-made in his knarled green hand. They were gone, all gone. The Emerald Tide, gone. The Green Tide Yoof Sekchun, gone. The Dark Tide, gone. Even Deff Frum Abuv were now nothing but a distant memory.

And for what? What had killed the Great Gobbo's empire faster than a snotling off a chrome plated shovel? The Great Gobbo's hand tightened on the glass in anger as thought of his nemesis, the tax man.

Some low down, sneaky git of a Halfling had dobbed him in to the fuzz and that was that. Game over. Fine received. With no money he had had to shut down his teams one by one until all he had left were the Tide, and he had to get a legal job to pay for that as well!

But, ahh the Tide. He smiled as he remembered their epic 4-3 victory in the Fumbbl Cup that had ruined almost everyone else's bets with a mysterious dropped pass in the end zone on the last play of the game. The Tide were worth working for he decided, even if it did mean he could only coach a few times a month.

Yes, Der Green Tide will be back, even if their appearances are as frequent as a British Rail train! Can they win another game in a major? Will any other goblin make it to legend status? What is that smell? All of these questions and more will be answered in 2516!