“bleeding and oozing from every part of the goblin physique, the team nonetheless croaked weird tuneless songs of victory on the team coach on the way back to the inn.

The bommas were particularly favoured as was the fanatic who pretty much won the game for Whosimojammers. Despite both beginning and ending the game with complaints the opposing coach had every chance in the match somehow managing to turn a certain victory into defeat by foolishly failing to protect the ball carrier in the first half (too busy stomping on gobbos!) which would have enabled a walk in td and the loss of all of my weapons for the second half.

Instead a miracle repossession and a good ole hail mary upfield ensured a 0-0 finish and an evenly matched second this time with the ball (and chain and chainsaw) in hand. Careful use of weapons and a prolonged encirclement of the ball enabled a lengthy stall and a T16 td. The price for the victory was indeed paid in blood, but gobbos are cheap unlike their victories which often cost dear...”