”Bullocks...” coach Muertez murmured to himself. ”I´ve started to write this shite a thousand times. And every time I get my scribblings ready to be published, the whole god damn team gets ripped apart and I have to start all over again. What´s the point of publishing an empty roster sheet?!” Muertez shouted at the team. “You could always write about me, I am after all the sole star of this team.” Said Emil Frej. “And I´ve been here since the team was founded.” Muertez drew air into his lungs and opened his mouth to answer, but at the same time Goran Hartmut walked behind Emil and gave him a “brotherly” slap with an open palm to the back of his head. Emils eyeballs rolled back and he tipped over with straight legs and was knocked out. “As have I, pencil neck. But I on the other hand don´t sleep through the whole match after being slapped to the head with an open hand. Hell, I almost even died once. But here I still am.” Goran grinned and looked at coach Muertez. “Goran. As hilarious as that is every single time, I need you to take some responsibility over the team. I consider you as a leader of a sort to this team. If you break him, we have to fight our way through the opposition. No more elfball. Do you understand?” coach Muertez asked. “I have no problem with that.” Goran answered with a shrug. "I know. And neither did Barb Aryan. Or that ogre, what was his name… Shite… Lurt Odd. Damn, I´ve lost so many players that I can´t even remember them anymore. Can you see the problem here?" "No." "Well, go figure. Pick Emil up and carry him to the field. He´s more agile unconscious than the rest of this team is awake!" “That is not entirely true.” Mike Iller said. “I´ve recently trained…” “Oh, shut up Mike!” Muertez shouted. “Your only job was to break things. Why the hell did you have to start training agility? The only thing I didn´t want you to do. Have you ever heard the phrase Nomen est omen?” "Uuhm, what?" "Mike Iller, My killer" "Why´d you say my name twice?" "Oh for fox sake. Everyone, pick up your gear. We have work to do." And so continues the story that has never actually even begun before. Or has, but was forgotten... Or atleast was forgotten to be published in time. But maybe this time, things will be different. Maybe this time, we will hear about the events of the Snapping Tendons.