“We walked into the pitch ready to bury some friends and drink to tales of their deeds. None of us wanted to face the terrible beasts, save for the two orangebeards, but we've learned to expect that of them. We were thankful they were there, as they showed us some techniques for downing the huge creatures, and once they'd tripped a few up, the rest of the boys got into the spirit. We somehow held fast through the first half, and even threatened to score, but at the whistle we were just happy to all report to the locker room.
In the second half, we bravely found a path through the opposition, using our superior blocking skills to confound them. Our longbeards stood in the face of death, while our runner blazed his trail upfield. The ogres gained some momentum for a moment, but we used the opportunity to wheel the scrum around them and break free.
We lined up after the score, but while the kick was in the air, Kaz noticed the scoreboard was ticking down, and led the backfield in an ordered manner towards the exits. We assumed the shouting from the front line was cheers of encouragement, and after a few pints after the game, all was forgiven.
Apparently you learn fast facing the lumbering face of death, as three team members are showing off some new tricks on the field.”