“Well, a sound thrashing a day keeps the dentist away, as it were. Especially if there are four big scary mummies taking care of the thrasing and makes sure there are no teeth left for the dentist to play with.

Quite soon we realised we would not have any say on who ruled the midfield. With just one mummy in play along with a rapidly decreasning number of wights, the quartet of doom on the skirmish line had their way with us any way they liked. Instead, it was up to the trused ghouls to do the business, running like mad up and down the wide zones. The first TD came early and was nearly followed by a few others, but clumsy feet stood in our way a few times and we failed a few daring rushes.

At the same time, our fierce opponents seemed more focused on bashing our heads than really going for the TD's. And as well they might, since they had ample opportunity to send us to the bench for some aspirin time after another.

In the end, 1-1 seem like a fair score playwise, although we did feel that with a few more rounds, there wouldn't have been enough Comrades left to prevent the scoring.”