The crowd slowly leave the roughly cut quarry works that the Six Feet Underdogs use as their home ground leaving only a few hardy U-dog supporters to engage in their usual post match game of urinating off the top of the quarry cliff and trying to splash the defeated U-dog players as they make their way back into the mine tunnel entrance. Gerald Pemberton-Fitzroy can bee seen still sitting mid pitch cradling the bloody and shattered remains of one of his players, noisily weeping.

"Whyyyyyyyy whyyyyyyy?" he howles in his upperclass accent "Why did it have to end like this? We will miss you dearly poor little Devia, you were the finest... no... foulest of goblins!"

Some of the team's inner circle approach their dejected and distraught captain. Ber'anx arrives first "Come on boss you'll geeet over eeet weee've lost goleeens beeeefore" he squeeks "weeeel bury eeem in eees own owl and geeeev eeeem a proper sending off."

"Yes," sniffled Gerald "he always did get a sending off... most matches infact, I've never seen a 'boot placer' like him, such precision face stamping it was truly a joy to behold - if only those damnable referees had understood the art of what he did, I know they would never have had the heart to send him off all the time, he was surrounded by cultural heathens, never allowed to truly flower into the great player we knew he could be... he could have fouled some of the greatest players of our age!"

With a deep sigh Gerald allowed the body of Devia-natses, the U-dogs chief boot placer, to fall to the ground, where Laz'pler spat on it and muttered "Good reeedence onleee good gobbo scum eees dead gobbo scum"

Later that day the U-dogs gathered around a small pile of rubble that topped Devia's grave as Gerald read from the newly created "Book of Fallen Heroes of the Six Feet Underdogs"

Devia-natses or "Tha' sneaky lil runt", as he was affectionately known by his team mates, first came to the U-dogs' attention when in a training match he stamped on several opposition player's toes and successfully blamed it on members of their own side. The ensuing punch up left two of the opposing side's players dead, one critically injured and gained "Devious Devia" a place on the U-dog squad for the next game. Over his glittering career he performed 85 of the finest face stamps ever seen on a Blood Bowl field and accounted for innumerable injuries and two deaths from among the opponent players. Many are those who bare hideous disfigurements in the shape of Devia's stomping boot. He suffered for his art, having had both feet ripped from his legs by irate opposition players but the plucky goblin just filled his stomping boots with rocks and nailed them back onto the stumps of his legs. Yes it meant he could no longer move very fast but it added a certain extra finesse to his fouling technique. He will be sorely missed!"

RIP Devia