This was a match we were fearing: the second Lizardman team in only three matches. A fearsome lineup of Saurus, Kroxigor and a handful of Skinks. Really all we saw were dinosaurs covering the pitch from end to end.
Edwards gathered the team around after the Heroes won the toss and suggested a new strategy: take the ball and try to give them the run-around. Incredibly, it worked. The Saurus line was as scary as the previous time, but a weakness on the right flank made a hole large enough for John Rambo to fly down straight as if he was some wide receiver. Sure enough, Saurus flocked to his position but some nifty moves and recovering a pass that scattered a little long put the first touchdown in for the Heroes.
Feeling confident, they prepared to receive the first counterattack. The kick went long and the ball was handed to a Skink right at the front. It ducked and weaved and dashed straight down pitch almost before the whistle had been blown. The whole team stood stunned as this Skink minx screamed straight into the endzone. 1-1 with three turns to go.
(Yeah, uhm, I hit "end turn" by accident and basically just let a Skink score...)
Edwards called for another shotgun play, with blitzers diving into the backfield and the line running a fading interference to keep the Saurus off for long enough. One in the crowd was angry enough over the poor performance last drive that they flattened Simon Phoenix with a rock to the head.
The Saurus swept too eagerly to the distractions and a hole appeared just left of centre. Edwards piled on through. Just seconds before the whistle, he pushes his way over the goal line to make the score 2-1 to the Heroes.
Thanking the gods that the Saurus hadn't killed any of them yet, the Heroes went into the second half fearing retribution. Edwards laid out new instructions to give better cover for nimble Skinks. Sure enough, a Skink picks up the ball in the backfield, races to the line, hands it off, and again a Skink gyrates through the defenders and rushes for the endzone. This time, though, the Heroes are ready.
The rear part of the defensive line peels backwards, shadowing the Skink. Blitzers overtake and a slamming blow from John McClane puts the Skink out for the match. Touchdown denied. Yippee ki ay.
The Lizard line is in disarray and the Heroes duck, weave and pass their way down the field to another touchdown. All the while, a linesman, Ethan Hunt, holds down two Saurus and a Skink single-handed. At first, he does it from the floor, but fear shows in the lizards' eyes and soon he's headbutting them in the face and watching their eyes go crazy.
Spike-a-thon, now looking quite battered, seem to make some sort of audible error where the ball carrier races left and the cover heads right. Exposed, a Skink is in the fore when Dutch the blitzer slams straight into him. Not quite getting their hands to the ball, another Skink swoops in to try to save the day, only to be tripped at the D-line as it tries to swoop through the cover on the far side.
The Heroes recover and make another rapid bid for the endzone, with Dwayne Hicks carrying the ball home as the final whistle blows.
Final score, 4-1 to the Heroes, and still all players on their feet. A minor miracle if ever there was one.