[Anguirel]

Good one, Saucie...

The Grey Havens can't be expected to keep up morale with such an utter deprivation of coverage! We don't even know any of their player's names, though I expect Galdor's Captain and Cirdan's coach...I must remedy this situation. The voice of the Grey Havens will be heard!

Galdor has been located at his reclusive seaside training stadium. He agreed to speak to freelance, or technically freesword, interviewer Anguirel for what he described as "an ineffably precious and yet melancholy half-hour."

ANGUIREL: Many commentators have been quick to disparage your team's chances, and the bookmaker's up at the Pony are offering 3000-1 odds on your victory. How do you and you teammates react to that?

GALDOR: Well, to be frank, old chap, personally I think those odds are pretty accurate.

ANGUIREL: Are you disappointed in your team's conspicuous lack of distinction so far?

GALDOR: Not really. Here at Mithlond we think winning matches rather vulgar. Our attitude is one of self-preservation.

ANGUIREL: You mean, you play a defensive game, denying as many goals to your opponents as possible?

GALDOR: Dear me, no! Didn't you see our match against Gondolin? On the contrary, what I mean is that we concentrate on self-preservation by transferring all our best players by sea to Alqualonde, where they have a chance of a vibrant and dynamic career, and putting up a squad systematically recruited from the worst players currently resident at the Havens.

ANGUIREL: Ah. An...interesting tactic.

GALDOR: But you know, I'm actually quite worried we might win our next match, thereby ruining our carefully cultivated aura of glamorous, Romantic, but ultimately doomed resistance.

ANGUIREL: (trying not to laugh) You think you're going to beat Angband?

GALDOR: Certainly, it looks disturbingly likely. Their Captain's stuck in the Void, poor chap, and several of the players from the Barrow-Downs told me in confidence that their wingers do not in fact have wings.

ANGUIREL: Well, that's a bit controversial actually. And if you do defeat Gothmog's hardened players, where will you go from there?

GALDOR: Oh, darling, the shame will be unbearable. Personally I'll be hard put to stop myself hurling myself into the sea.

ANGUIREL: Any parting words?

GALDOR: Right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.

ANGUIREL: Yeah, right. Anyway, Galdor, thankyou for your time.

GALDOR: The pleasure was all mine.