“This first match of the new OBBA season was a bloody one by all accounts.

Even before Turn 1 was over, Gariel Murphillion was in the infirmary, courtesy of Allan McGregor. In the second turn, Dair Dyleth joined him, also at the hands (tentacles?) of McGregor. Meanwhile the caging Nurglites charged up the flank, and their Elven opponents seemed unable to stop them. Turn 3 over and there's now a bed reserved for Deanedyr Barrethyl - this time courtesy of a late tackle from David Weir...
Sub Darrenor McKennanir can only look on horrified as the ground staff carry yet another of his team-mates from the field and into the infirmary -- It's getting crowded in there!

The Strangers now have a full head of steam and amid much thundering of hooves, Ugo Ehiogu makes a break for it and scores the opener (and as it turned out, the decider) in Turn 4.

1-0

As the elves receive for the second drive of the first half, it appears the earlier scenes had affected Darrenor more deeply then anyone thought - his first action of the game was to brutally fould Charlie Adam, sending the youngster straight to the sick room. Finally we see what gave the Long Swords their team name :)

Retribution was swift -- Allan McGregor instantly singled out renowned fouler Ronaneth Farwenleyth for some savage treatment and triggering some anxious glances towards the elven medic.

This was a pivotal point in the game and could decide the momentum for the rest of the match. Consequently, the medic dutifully risked life and limb, dodging through the foul opponents to do everything he could for his colleague and friend. True to form, he quickly revived Ronaneth with a quick dab from his magic sponge, and the player was soon back on his feet and taunting his larger opponent for failing to do a good job. This inspirational gesture had an instant effect on his comrades, after which Darrenor McKennanir removed another Stranger from the field with a second successful fou, this time on Sasa Papac The crowd cheered and it seemed the Strangers would crumble under the renewed confidence of their weaker opponents.

The Strangers would lose all grip on this match if this momentum swing continued. Allan McGregor surveyed all that was going on around him: To his side, elves were running the ball with renewed vigour; all around, the 'Swords' fans were cheering and jeering and singing and dancing; directly in front of him stood the instigator in chief, cheerleader to the masses, Ronaneth Farwenleyth. The course of action was suddenly clear --- Reaching deep within himself (metaphorically AND physically :P ) McGregor confronted his jolly opponent with a snarl and an evil twinkle in his black eyes.
"Sponge THIS!!" he growled as he slammed his fist clean through Ronaneth's stomach, pustles and ooze dripping everywhere alongside guts and entrails. Flies invaded the body which turned foul within seconds. The medic dared not set foot on the field this time - even from the dugout he could see the horribley twisted body, punctured front and back, was no longer living. It seemed the only one who did not recognised his condition, was Ronaneth himself. As he lay in agony on the ground, he was compelled to drag himself to the sidelines. There he slowly sat himself up, and turned to watch the rest of the game, wondering why none of his buddies had come to his aid, as his body slowly regenerated. His condition is recognised by scholars as Nurgle's Rot and it is sometimes fatal, but always agonisingly disgusting! Luckily, this is not the end of his career, merely the beginning. Such is his lust for BloodBowl, Ronaneth would play for any team that would accept him on their books. Unfortunately for him, the only team that WOULD accept him in his present condition, is Glassjaw Strangers :p

So was completed one of the speediest free transfers in BB history :P

After this act, most of the Long Swords were still in shock, and found they were nuable to move the ball. The only other highlight from them was when Damiener Ruselltor managed to concuss Brahim Hemdani with a good block, after it became apparent they weren't goingto score.

HT 1-0


The second half began with only 6 Strangers v 7 Long Swords, but the elves' spirits were crushed. It seemed that everything they did this half was destined to fail -- passing, catching, even simply running up the field was causing them to fall over... I can only assume the loss of their comrade was felt during half-time.

The ball was juggled by both sides for the first 4 turns of the 2nd half. At one point, Adir Bermintham thought he had broken free, only to be caught by a last-gasp effort from Chris Burke. In return, Chris carried the ball deep half the length of the field before finally stumbling and coughing it up. There were a few half-hearted attempts to get the ball back, but the game was over before anyone could grab it.

FT 1-0

Players voted Devid Weir as MVP, overlooking Allan McGregor's fantastic 4-CAS display, including 2 CAS on the same player! One who now plays for his own team!! Talk about dressing-room friction :P”