“Some moments to remember:

Bernatsky pulls out a magical headband, straps it on firmly and determined, spits on the ground for good luck and on his hands for a better grip on the ball, then a couple of adjusting steps, and he zooooooooaaaaaaarrrrs the ball like a cannon shooting a gyrfalcon to the skies. The receiving kossar just barely got it. Only a few yards from it, really, and from the endzone. However, sadly, the chaotic dwarfs somehow recovered from this fatal blow.

Mira pounds the dirtiest player ever to be seen on any pitch, rightfully and ferociously hurting him badly. Good stuff.

We were humbled by a strong and well organized team all the same though. But, we dust it off. We move on, we never falter! Forward men!!!”