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A dice of two-halves...

Well, amid the flicker lights and failing infrastructure of New Orleans (well, if you will build below sea-level in a hurricane zone) PSV met New Orleans Voodoo for what they hoped would be an easy win.

Unfortunately, someone seemed to have replaced their helmets with paper mache. Voodoo received the kick-off and set about sending dwarves to the casualty box - mostly as KO's. The Chaos Dwarves managed to make a hole and blitz the ball carrier, but with the weight of numbers and a failed pickup, they failed to capitalise. New Orleans scored mid-way through the first half (the rotters!) PSV tried a rush up one sideline, but failed to come anywhere near scoring, being let down by their ball-handling again.

The second half saw PSV-ZN receiving, and they quickly knocked a hole and set their bull centaurs free up the sideline. Some failed sprinting from lumbering rotters let the bulls in for a quick score in the middle of the half. The chaos dwarves still fancied their chances of a win, especially as they'd be back up to 10 men as players started to return from the KO box. New Orleans could still field a full team, though, as they'd only suffered 1 injury, despite the number strong tackling dwarves on the PSV team.

With the rotters receiving, a deep kick was just what PSV wanted, and that's what they got. Rotter Harvey Brewster injurying himself while blocking a dwarf was just the icing. The news in the locker room is that this injury is causing him a lot of pain, and that he's considering retirement unless they can find another healing potion.

PSV used this opportunity to send a bull deep into the rotter's backfield, but he tripped and fell blitzing the rotter's receiver. Voodoo got another chance to try and get to the ball and clear their lines - and Barren Matthew D'Angere injured himself blocking another dwarf. Clearly, letting the opposition block them was a better idea for the dwarves than actually doing any blocking themselves.

This gave "Toro" Torino another chance to nail the Rotter's receiver, which he did. It all looked set for a simple pick up and score - and New Orleans produced a wizard who hit him with a fireball. Stunned, he wasn't going to score, and the draw was decided.

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The luck-meter was firmly in Alan's camp the first half - I was actually pretty chuffed to have held up the score as long as I did. Fortunately, it swung back my way - only too late for good effect. Those Rotters being missing earlier would really have changed the game - as would my players staying on field!

Still, it should be enough for promotion!”