“Today we welcomed to the shop, oh, oh dear it's goblins. They'll no doubt want lots of returns. I've told Leif to take the day off, no sense in buying more than we can sell to the customers, should even up sales.

We received, hah, brilliant. Caged up, got surrounded, wobbly throw over the top for Post Trauma and the lad can't hold his feet, landing near someone I could swear was holding a bomb! They caged up, but tight and we got Cracked Ribs in for the blitz, easier against these little ones. Cas too, bye Goblum. It was tight, wee ones from both squads tearing off the field, until the ball was scattered to Luckier Break, who tried to blitz free and only sent himself off, the ball falling to that B-Face with the bomb who did the job.

Rotten luck, and suddenly we were down to 3, Cracked Ribs helping their cheating Chainsaw wielder off the pitch. They can't even buy casualties! What's he even doing in our store? Goodness.

Miffing Deef was lobbed over to chase down their B-Face, gave it a shot, hard work on your own when their Grawrak is so consistent on the blitz. Cracked Ribs tried to keep up, he's quick, but he suffered the same fate. That was a bomb you know, and the refs banned B-Face after his score.

Their turn second half. This time a Pogo stick appeared. Goblins! Tight cage again, this time Aching Back went over the top and put him out, but their Grawnak recovered the ball, and they got some expert Guarding trolls on the cage, and a diving tackler. That was that, really. We slowed them enough to stop a second, got a couple of shots in, but couldn't take down the wee blodger with Frozen Shoulder off the field.

Eventually Clive got hungry and settled on shelling, which didn't pay either. The refs called it, 0-1. Game against stunties and no casualties for a Tree, nor their Trolls! Gunner lives another day, got that other casualty for us strait off, good lad. How quick they ban us compared to those vicious weapon users. The irony!”