“Hard fought game all the way. Everytime those drunken norsemen failed to stumble over and pick up the ball I had a beady eyed little greenskin ready to take up the slack. The wankers were up at the half, but by turn 7 the game was tied do to some snot fingered gobbos dropping the ball and a blitz by the blitzed. With 2 turns left to toss a gobbo for the goal, the liquered up crowd got rowdy and the game ended in a bloody brawl at 3-3. We wuz robbed!”