“The fans are quite pleased, after an exciting game with many great and not so great moments. Early in the first half, the lowly Ephebian Abraschylus fouled our belowed Bricks. He had not expected such a puny act from a reputedly peaceful philospher, so he lay there totally unprepared. Rustbrown gravel hit the pitch, as Brick finally met his maker. He was picked up and removed in three mining wagons, aquired for the purpose.

The rest of the trolls could enjoy the rest of the game, though we had quite a few injuries, the rest of the pack threw themselves at the enemy. However they had some problems hitting the slippery philosophers. It would seem the trolls had been outsmarted, when the Ephebians got a cheeky touchdown, 7 rounds into the extra half. However the trolls refused to give in to predictions of mind over matter and made a stunning equalizer in their two last turns, when Chert figured he might try and pass the little leather thingy.”