“What a game, the old ogre coach took a look at the weather, well good weather for an elf match he thought for him self sarcastic.

Well, we will never win against `em pointy ears anyway so why not he mumbled before he went to the coach stand near the pitch.

Well, as long as we get our legend back from the hospital and no other of dem larger lads get hurt, the plan is simple, just try to hit sum of `em and try not to lose to much as usual.

The team players saw their coach`s depressed face and could also smell the squig juice from long distance from him.

We must take this lads, the player said to each other, look at our coach , he is loosing it.

And the ogres and snotlings came together with a brilliant plan, dont try to hunt for the ball, let it come to them, and it worked .

Thanks once again for the game.”