For 43 games, Cromwell stomped across the fields of C division dealing out injury and death on an industrial scale.

For many opposing players the sight of his hobnailed boots coming fast towards their head would be the last thing they would see. Still more would have their careers ended, though they would at least live to tell their grandchildren of how they gained their limp at the hands of this legend.

Half a dozen teams would be broken up never to take the field again, in large part due to the brutally efficient way in which he carried out his trade. While being the Ooligan of the "Sound of Breaking Glass" the team would keep a better than 50% win rate and earned three trophies in the Throne of Blood.

His career total of 153 fouls will likely never be equalled, to date no other Goblin even comes close.

In the end, he died as he had lived; violently, struggling tooth and nail for his team, fighting against fearful odds and with the chants of his adoring fans ringing in his ears. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Cromwell, we were proud to be your team mates, WE SALUTE YOU

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