“This match, played in a thundering downpour, was a study in bad luck. Elves slipped in the mud while dodging, took sucker punches in the face while trying to block their opponents and knocked the ball out of bounds and into the hands of the fickle crowd. Several times I had to do a whole field reversal because of the crowd. The Teronian Royal Guard had several chances to score at the end of the second half, but the poor line-elf wasn't up the challenge of grabbing the rain-slick ball. So instead, The Mythical Beasts of Yore nabbed the ball from under Prince Morianon's guard, passed, ran, handed off, ran and ended up the other end of the pitch to walk in unopposed for the score.

Thanks for the match Harvick. Good luck learning the ropes, I hope you stick with it. Cheers.”