“Blonk!! Blonk!! Blonk!! Blonk!! Blonk!! Blonk!! Blonk!! Blonk!!

The journalists awaited in the press room, looking at each other in absolute silence.

Tesiforg'N'te, the ogre coach player of the Buccanneers kept hitting his forehead against the table of the pressroom, to much the dismay of the press staff of Vallecas Dome, as the head of the ogre bashed the table, splinters flew everywhere, with no effect to the head of the coach, of course.

“I still don’t understand what happened today.” the voice of the ogre was a low rumble “Game was under control. And suddenly it wasn’t. They managed to score cleanly in the first half. We were supposed to hold the ball. We couldn’t. We grew overconfident and we fucked up. That is what happened. Many things to learn about this game. Congratulations to coach Skulll, who played brilliantly and bravely.”

After this, the ogre stormed out of the press conference, into the corridors of Vallecas Dome. A clear yell for help and some thuds and a squelching sound came thru the other side of the door.

No questions were asked.”