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Match Result · League division
Match recorded on 2010-08-02 18:06:02
30k
0/0/1
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
-
-
1
-
1
7
-
-
13
36
1
#1 Steve Sherwood – Dead (RIP)
#5 Robert Page – Broken Ribs (MNG)
Player Performances
td
comp
cas
int
mvp
spp
turns
pass
rush
block
foul
TOTALS
3
2
5
-
1
26
-
3
49
43
4
“"Coach Warmaster.. Eddy Muntz from Bloodweiser Weekly... can you tell us how you managed to get the team motivated and focused for this game after the events midweek?" A weak voice yelled from the rear of the room.
"You know Eddy... i could scream it from the highest peak in the World Edge Mountains but you goblin-brained trolls pukes will never listen! The charges against Cantona are completely false and we are investigating how it is physically possible for a man to jump into a lions enclosure at the Middenheim Zoo and karate kick to death a hippogryph, 2 lions and a dragon whelp.. its just not possible!!" Warmaster shrilled "Now bugger off or lets talk about the game!"
"Game.... GAME? That was a bloody travesty!! What did you sleep with Nuffle before the game Warmaster you sad little gnome!!" Came the voice made of gravel from the back of the room.
"OI!!! Who said that? I'll crush your bones and snort them ya git!!" Warmaster screamed as the shadowy figure stepped forward. "AHH HA HA HA Wotfud... i thought ya would be crying into a towel... or maybe thinking about burying your player Page... he he he" He sniggered.
"Oh the funeral will be held soon Warmaster. We don't eat out dead" Wotfud shot back.
"Well thats because humies taste like puke mate" Warmaster muttered to himself. "Whadday ya want mate? Can't ya see i'm holding a conference here??"
"Yes i apologise. I just wanted to congratulate you on your luck today Coach... but when it runs out... i'll be waiting" Wotfud smiled as he left the room.
A few seconds of awkward silence ensued until Warmaster slapped the desk and yelled "HA HA HA! Jokes on the stupid humie! My lads will be in the Premiership while his lot are still stuck in the Northern Conference!! MANMANGLERTON FEAR NO-ONE!!! Warmaster roared, impressing himself with its manliness and strength.
"Now lets talk about me some more shall we..."”
"You know Eddy... i could scream it from the highest peak in the World Edge Mountains but you goblin-brained trolls pukes will never listen! The charges against Cantona are completely false and we are investigating how it is physically possible for a man to jump into a lions enclosure at the Middenheim Zoo and karate kick to death a hippogryph, 2 lions and a dragon whelp.. its just not possible!!" Warmaster shrilled "Now bugger off or lets talk about the game!"
"Game.... GAME? That was a bloody travesty!! What did you sleep with Nuffle before the game Warmaster you sad little gnome!!" Came the voice made of gravel from the back of the room.
"OI!!! Who said that? I'll crush your bones and snort them ya git!!" Warmaster screamed as the shadowy figure stepped forward. "AHH HA HA HA Wotfud... i thought ya would be crying into a towel... or maybe thinking about burying your player Page... he he he" He sniggered.
"Oh the funeral will be held soon Warmaster. We don't eat out dead" Wotfud shot back.
"Well thats because humies taste like puke mate" Warmaster muttered to himself. "Whadday ya want mate? Can't ya see i'm holding a conference here??"
"Yes i apologise. I just wanted to congratulate you on your luck today Coach... but when it runs out... i'll be waiting" Wotfud smiled as he left the room.
A few seconds of awkward silence ensued until Warmaster slapped the desk and yelled "HA HA HA! Jokes on the stupid humie! My lads will be in the Premiership while his lot are still stuck in the Northern Conference!! MANMANGLERTON FEAR NO-ONE!!! Warmaster roared, impressing himself with its manliness and strength.
"Now lets talk about me some more shall we..."”
When Warmaster got 11 players back for this match I quietly cursed to myself. But then he rolled a Buzzing on a Blitzer, and I thought "Great!, a reroll burner!"... but it wasn't to be.
When I received, the lads were too slow and the orcs caught them napping with a Blitz!... curse their green blood. However, we got the ball... but didn't go very far. The Troll repeatedly turned into a giant Turnip, the ref spotted my DP's first foul (which only KO'd!), and after stupidly thinking my av9 would hold I apothed a early niggled hob gob... then of course... blam - BH CD.... blam blam... RIP CD, and then later MNG CD... you get the jist! :p
It was game over when the orcs scored in the first half only for them to receive... Got a Blitz! though, but 7 players weren't enough to do much about it.
However there was some good to come from the game... Tommy Mooney got +STR after the match, and I finally had enough cash to buy a BC... Luther Blissett... although 10 men for next match :(
Just gotta keep remembering that this is a team building season with the aim of 2xBCs, a Troll with Guard and 6 CD's... we're getting there with 2 steps forward and one step back :p
<waves fist at Warmaster>... "You'll get yours, you ugly-for-an-orc git!" :)”