Stinkin' Norsemen beat up one uv our lineman.
Second game witout our boyz causin' a single stinkin' casualty.
We even tried foulin'!   All it got wuz a tossed goblin.

Eh, 'deres no hope for this motley lot of snots.  I'm quittin', an I'm takin' all this cash wit me!

From the owner, Cleave'em McHell:  Fine.  Run and hide, ya scurvy git!  I'm hiring me a coach who 
can teach my boyz to HIT! HIT! HIT!  An' this snotty little goblin is gonna help him!

Recap:
70,000 gold at the gate
no casualties caused for second straight game
apothecary worked, saving lineman #8 from a -1 AV serious injury
nobody learned nothin'
coach quit, bankrupting team by taking all winnings
retired goblin, who takes up assistant coaching