The Hobgoblin Team is the worst team in Blood Bowl. Literally. Sure, the Oldheim Ogres spend most of the match trying to figure out what are they supposed to do while munching on a team mate. And the Crud Creek Nosepickers blow themselves up 90% of the matches.

But, hey, those teams *at least* show up. The Hobgoblin Team's only record is how they built three stadiums. The first caught fire, the second fell over, and the third caught fire and fell over.

So, when Bob Bifford was challenged into making the Hobgoblin Team a winning team (defined as "winning one match") everyone laughed. It was impossible, they said. Preposterous, they added. Bob is not *that* good, they all agreed.

All but one. Bob Bifford himself. Maybe the recent (and infamous) Games Workshop's retcon making him better than Morg had got to his head. Or maybe he just needed the money, like Liam Neeson starring in Battleship. Regardless, he accepted the challenge.

So far, he has managed the first draw for the Hobgoblin Team in their whole written history and killed two players. It is also the first match anybody bothers to record, we have to admit!

The Blind Pig Regulars could not let some rats get away with their insidious plans. I mean, they would like them to, but the skaven would just not vacate the inn's cellar. Or the extra cellar Big Heinz had rented that was *also* overrun by rats after the last match.

So, showing a complete disregard for the "Lessons Learnt" powerpoint Frieda had prepared, Big Heinz challenged the skaven for another match.

Maybe it was the unchanneled and righteous fury the Blind Pig patrons felt at the impious presence of the Hornet God followers. Or the extensive and meticulosly planned strategy for the game. Most likely, it was the threat of a one week beer ban if they didn't win. Whatever it was, it worked. The Blind Pig Regulars won at the nick of time and reclaimed the (ok, one of the) cellar (s) back for the Inn!

If the skaven were true to their word, that is. "Yes-yes, man-things. We will leave the cellar-home. Yes-yes".

Bollocks.

The goblins enacted much violence on the High Elves in the pouring rain. At several times game could have gone either way. High elves prospects for the next game are diminished!

Close game dominated by defensive drives, the Monkeys managed to turn the Predators over in the first half and could run it in on turn 8.

The second half was looking like the mirror image of the first, but then the troll double both-downed and the Monkeys were able to lock down the ball carrier to force him into trying to pass it to the free orc who could score; the pass was fumbled, so the Monkeys held on for the win.

Despite losing the death roller to a foul on turn 1 the Dwarves still virtually cleared the pitch and walked in a TD at the end of the half.
With a slightly depleted team, the goblins utilized their pogo player and fanatic to score an equalizer quickly in the second .
With the ball in the dwarves hands, plenty of time on the clock and a now very depleted goblin team a dwarf victory might have been expected, but the fanatic and trolls made a way to the ball carrier and the pogo player made off with a 2nd TD.
The dwarves received the ball again, with two turns to spare against a goblin team that couldn't field a credible defense but couldn't make the gfi they needed to tie the game.

This game went nothing like the Teams' last clash in the final round of season 15. The Frenemies smacked a beastman on the LOS, and followed up soon enough with 2 brutally efficient fouls. Still the Frenemies were forced to score early, which left Dirty Wars with a shot - one that narrowly failed.

Second half looked fairly grim for Dirty Wars from the beginning, and when the Skaven blitzer also started inflicting some casualties, lack of players forced Dirty Wars to cough up the ball and a touchdown.

An ancient rivalry renewed itself on a rain-soaked pitch with the inaugural debut of both the fleet footed wood elf team Flying Squirrels and the hammer fisted dwarf team Ale Storm. A grinding first half saw the dwarves slog their way methodically through the muck, finally punching it in for their first TD of the season just before halftime and heading into the locker room with a 1-0 lead.

After almost losing their first possession of the season due to poor ball handling, the elves finally pinwheeled through a stout defense for a long TD hand-off run into the end zone half way through the second half to even the score at 1-1. With precious little time remaining to deliver a win for his team, the sure-handed dwarf runner effortlessly scooped up the soggy ball on the kickoff and was half way towards glory when the last remaining wardancer -- his brother-in-arms having just succumbed to a fatal, crushing blow from an angry linedwarf -- leaped into the cage to push the ball carrier off the pitch into the welcoming arms of the stadium faithful.

With the elf thrower having been previously felled by another vicious dwarf punch, as the game clock was winding down it was up to a lowly line elf to grab the bouncing ball and sprint to his teammate for a quick pass. Waiting at the other end of the field for that pass was a lonely elf catcher -- who must first face the wrath of a deranged troll-slayer bearing down on him. Just as the slayer's crushing blow was poised to end the catcher's day, the mighty dwarf slipped on the sodden ground and fell headfirst onto the retreating elf's knee, falling prone just long enough for the catcher to slip by, snag the last gasp pass and run it in for a game winning touchdown just as the final whistle was blowing.

The Sphynxes, still mourning their lost comrade, could not find their bearings in this game and paid the price. Skulls for the Skull throne!