“Starting off well, the the lazy mofo Treeboy taking time out to shag elm saplings or something, things went downhill even before the ref took his whistle out. A blitz saw early hopes for a quick score scuppered, and the twat that is named Kill'em started as he meant to continue, keeping half of the OLA KO'd or BH'd. Great. Ever tried to play a passing game with 6 players against skaven with a mean RO? Much fun.

2nd half was a little better, as obviously the viagra kicked in for Old Father Time, and the young elm drew OFT's sap outta him quickly enough for a belated appearance. Brawling ensued, and though the Cursed Cracklers had the honours by the end, the fans obviously enjoyed the fact the Cracklers apo was sniffing meths when he was needed on the field, and groups of fans were seen leaving the Cracklers seats heading to the OLA stands and buying the shirts of our fans backs. Traitors might be the cry of the Cracklers, but to any other fans out there: Come on over to our place! Hey, YOU! We're having a party!!!”