ORFFU 2025 Score Updates & Match Reports

Blanchetown Bunyips 1369 Def Pakenham Parasites 1285 (if I have my maths right)

The Bunyips remained at home and hosted the high flying Parasites @ddsaints

2nd place vs 4th place. Was this a forward look to the finals? Both coaches are hoping to continue the good run throughout the year and to run deep into the finals for 2025, so hopefully yes! Now onto the good, the bad and the ugly! Which has been renamed, the awesome, the good and the ugly.

The Awesome: Well, Max nuff said. 198 points for the people’s beard, probably ripped off 2 points to be honest.

The Good: LDU (101), Marshall (112), Setterfield (117), Dale (124), Butters (109); Dawson (156), Owens (97), Daicos (113), Sidebottom (109), Idun (105), Anderson (105)

The Ugly: Sinclair (83), Reid (50), Keays (46), Cerra (82), Walsh (81), Houston (79), Hogan (53), Rowell (53), King (24), Bice (49)

Quite a few players could have made the ugly, but they were close enough to their season average to be spared. Those mentioned above just did not pull their weight when needed.

The Bunyips had 5 players score over 100, whilst the Parasites had 6. Both sides overall scored well in a top 4 clash.

BAFFU - Gawn (198)
Dawson (156)
Dale (124)

Big Tap Gawn def Marshall

Next week the Bunyips are on the road off to battle the Blowflys whilst the Parasites are hosting the Vikings.

 

@Wolffy84

The Fall of the Graveyard
In the icy heart of Nuytsland, where the wind carved runes of despair, the Vikings of Clan Nuytsland held their stronghold, the Graveyard—a jagged fortress of stone and bone, strewn with the relics of vanquished enemies. Like the Vikings of old, they were sea-raiders, their longships cutting southern waters with the sleek ferocity of barracudas. Swift, cunning, and fiercely loyal, they struck with precision and vanished into the mist. But their time was ending.
From the sun-scorched plains came the Horsham Huskies, a nomadic clan whose name echoed the barracuda’s predatory guile. Like the Hunnic hordes that once shattered empires, they were masters of mobility, their horse-drawn sleds slicing through snow like barracudas through a shoal. Led by Warlord T.Powell the Fang, they hungered for the Graveyard’s coastal gateway, a prize to anchor their dominion. With eyes gleaming like their namesake’s, they descended upon Nuytsland.
The dawn bled red over the Graveyard, the air heavy with doom. C.Warner, grizzled leader of the Vikings, stood atop a frost-split boulder, his war-axe flashing like a barracuda’s silver flank. His warriors formed a shieldwall, their breaths clouding the cold. Like their Norse ancestors, they wove strategy with savagery, planning to hold the Graveyard’s choke points, where numbers would falter. But the Huskies were no mere horde.
Powell's warriors charged, sleds screaming across the snow, spears glinting like barracuda teeth. Their war cries, sharp and discordant like Hunnic wails, rattled the Vikings’ resolve. Arrows from the Graveyard’s crags felled some, but the Huskies’ pack tactics—coordinated, relentless—absorbed the losses. Like barracudas hunting in schools, they struck as one, their sleds weaving through the terrain with predatory grace, circling to probe the shieldwall’s flanks.
The clash was merciless. Warner’s axe carved through a Husky, his barracuda-like speed defying his years, but the Vikings’ discipline wavered under the Huskies’ onslaught. The invaders fought with fluid precision, their curved blades flashing in synchronized arcs, overwhelming isolated defenders. Powell, a whirlwind of steel, cut down two Vikings, his movements sleek and deadly, embodying the barracuda’s unerring strike.
The Graveyard’s jagged maze, meant to break the Huskies’ charge, became their ally. Powell’s scouts, as cunning as Norse explorers, had mapped the terrain in secret. Sleds avoided the choke points, striking from unexpected angles. Viking ambushes faltered as Husky flankers countered with barracuda-like speed, turning traps into slaughter. Warner’s second, Maric, led a desperate counterattack, his spear flashing like his clan’s spirit, but the Huskies’ numbers smothered his warband, his barracuda ferocity drowned in their tide.
As dusk cloaked the Graveyard, Warners rallied his dwindling forces for a final stand. Torches flared, revealing Viking traps—pits lined with stakes—but Powell had anticipated this. His Huskies navigated the hazards with eerie precision, their barracuda instincts guiding them through the dark. The shieldwall buckled, then broke, as Powell's warriors surged, their war cries a death knell. Warner fell, his axe still swinging, pierced by Powells blade. Maric, bloodied and defiant, was overwhelmed, his spear snapping under a Husky’s boot.
The Nuytsland Vikings crumbled, their barracuda spirit no match for the Huskies’ relentless pack. The Graveyard, once a monument to their strength, became their tomb. Powell stood amidst the carnage, his curved blade dripping, his warriors howling victory under the northern lights. The Horsham Huskies, like the Huns who reshaped the world, had claimed their prize, their barracuda cunning carving a new legend in blood and snow.

3.Warner 140
2.Maric 131
1. Powell 115

Sweet Big Tap 81

 

These Vikings must have some pretty impressive recovery sessions to back it up week to week!

 

Odin's strength lies within.

 

Full Time at Aslings Arena and it's been a solid effort from the Buffaloes, winning 1412 to 1131. 8 players from the Buffaloes scoring over 100 including 2 of the top 3 scores for the round. That said, a consistent performance from the Plovers saw the minimum score be 51. Next round we both face a 5-3 team, Serengeti vs Carnamah and Eden vs Cow Bay.
BAFFU: Merrett 3, English 2, Dangerfield/Callaghan 1
Giant Tap: English 166 def Briggs 83

 

That's an amazing write up, even if I had to look up all of the references.