Literally Giants against stunties (and some giants)
Again the bookies were strongly backing the pact... With their massive wage bill could they really afford to lose??
But... favourites are there to be beaten, were we to witness a classic David and Goliath moment...
Apparantly we were!!! Once again our lead correspondent Kinnemonster reports...
Tinys 'n' Titans
TV Difference: 480,000
With the Ogres winning the toss, the first half was characterised by a distinct inability to get the ball moving anywhere as both teams failed to capitalise on mistakes made by the other. With the ball still deep in Ogre territory at the end of the half it was a last ditch scramble to prevent the G.I.M.P.S. from breaking through to take the lead.
The second half began with an outrageous kick that ended up on the line of scrimmage, right by the touchline. This left the Marauder team dangerously spread out and it was a struggle to protect the ball carrier. Ogres thudded into the human cage as the ball was carefully moved to the lightning fast Dark Elf in the centre ready for an attacking drive. At that moment a lightning bolt flew from the sky and frazzled her on the spot...the ball was loose.
Snotlings poured through a gap in the line to protect Midget Ure, who'd grabbed the ball and run as if his life depended on it (it did) towards the end zone. Only one Marauder had any chance of stopping him - he dodged away from his Ogre marker but his blitz failed and Ure was pushed closer to the end zone and was able to skip away to take the lead.
With only three turns remaining, the G.I.M.P.S. needed to move the ball quickly, and their Goblin was brought on as a last ditch option. Out of rerolls, the Titans went once again for last ditch defending, including their celebrated snotling line defence tactic, ' you can only kill one of us'. Forced to take a dangerous route through the defence the Dark Elf (not living up to her billing in this game) tripped and fell ending all hopes of victory for the G.I.M.P.S. for a second season.
The Snotlings made an outrageous attempt to add to the score, moving the ball to within sprinting distance of the end zone with only on turn to go. Determined to avoid humiliation, the last Marauder flattened the little pipsqueak properly this time.
The game was over and the least fancied side in the league (okay, maybe that was the Cream Cake Snackers) had taken the title against all the odds.