Sunday's game
A reminder of the scenario for the game.
Apologies for the change of reporter.
Our usual war correspondent has had his NUJ membership revoked
as he has lost the ability to upload photographs onto his laptop.
Such a grievous offense is now punishable by being
sentenced to breaking rock for weeks on end.
More of that later.
Unfortunately we must pick up the battle after some preliminary movement and fighting.
The commands were as follows
Fort - A welcome return to non other than our Brian, full of confidence and bravado and thirsting to spill blood of any warriors daring to climb over his ramparts without paying for a ticket.
Legio Red - At the head of the relief column, Graham is up for it. Into line and at them...anyone!
Who you looking at?
Legio Blue - Dawdling along without a care in the world Paul found he had thrust upon him orders to not only scribe the events of the next few hours but to swat away any beastly Brits who wished to spoil the march to the holiday camp. Woe, woe and thrice woe.
Nasty Brits - well you didn't expect an unbiased account from the media did you?
John volunteered to command the lot. Yes the LOT, all of them , fffousandds.
Those woods look like there are lots of stick pickers about.
Paul feeling slightly alone and rather too close to those woods.
Fighting with your back to the hills? Not the best position to be caught in...
get a move on, I've spied a better position to choose to fight over.
Graham has formed his lines and marches towards them.
Don't those lads move fast through woods ... gulp.
The leading Roman cavalry crashes into their mounted opponents..
only to find infantry swallow them up with a flank attack. Ouch.
There they go, battered but not out of it.
Meanwhile John launched his cavalry over the central hill
against my screening cavalry with the same result.
I had bought some time for my blue legion to reach its new position and form lines...
beautifully if I may say so,
The lines crash and it was a bloody mauling for John's front lines.
Dice throwing to rival Dave even.. come on John .. roll them.
Look at his second line of Brits though!
John decides to move many of his left hand troops towards the central
position with that cursed hill area and across the valley.
Lovely lines.... just saying.
And what of the camp Brian? How fares thee?
Well John attacks ... Brian rolls, John can't find a higher number and repeat.
A lil bit of two and frow pushing and at last John's in! Woohoo.
and then he's out again .. it's a cruel game.
He can even afford to have a drink .. cool hand Luke indeed.
Graham's red legion and John's right lines are exhausted.. back to the woods lad
But what of that gap? Fear not ...time for les Blues.
Cavalry close the gap and push on
As all games should do it ends in smiles.
Great scenario John and a good game.
Oh, and what of the rocks......
did you remember?
Personalised gifts for us from Blackpool
Thanks Brian have you shares in my dentist?
