It is a cold and wet morning in Solheim, a small town in Western Norsca...

A tattooed fiercely red-headed young man reaches down with a couple of bottles of milk at the doorstep of a cottage.

'Good Morning Mads', calls out Inga Olafsdottir.

'Oh, morning thar Inga, how's it a with a you then?', Mads replies, stopping and straightening up, sending a smile Inga's way.

'Ooh it's good thank you, just heard a the news. Tell me, is it true?'

'Well is what true, my dear', Mads replies.

'About your last trip to the Southlands? Dida you really kill TWO ogres?'

'Ahh, yes. Well, it was a tough game, a for sure. But yes, those Ogres are not all so tough you know. Not when we Norse are used to fierce beauties like you-hoo!'

'Oh Mads, stop it, you know Lars doesn't like it when you flirt with me'

'Lars, he's still out with the injury, down with the doctors?',

'Yes, speaking of which, you want to bring the cream inside?'

'Why Inga, I think I might have to...'

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Nine months later, Mads arrives to deliver milk to Inga again...

'Oh hey thar Lars, why you sitting out here, and how is Inga?'

'Oh hey thar Mads, she's fine, just recovering from the birth'

'Ah yes, what was it then, dreng or pige'

'Ah one of each you know, and blessed by the gods!'

'Ah yes, why's that then Lars'

'They were born with red hair, touched by the fire of Freya'

'Oh, yes? Congratulations, I better be on my way now, hej hej'


A little saga to commemorate the momentous occasion where Mads the Milkman killed two ogres in one game. A fantastic achievement, and a real man of the match performance, as he more or less won the game single handedly.

Please share your own examples if you have more impressive achievements by players (especially other lineman).