Glenn Manning (aka The Amazing Colossal Man) on the matches:

#26: SXS vs BIB 1–4

“Uh… yeah… we win big today. Four‑one. Very nice. Me feel happy. Me run a lot on left side, make zoom‑zoom. One time ball come to me and I shoot but keeper catch it. Then later I take big touch into box… maybe too big… keeper almost get ball but I poke it first, chip it… he touch it with finger, grrr.

Coach say ‘good job Manning, you make space.’ I like space. Space is big. Brain not big but space big.

Team score many goals. Mechagodzilla smash. Logi smash. Possie smash. Me try smash too. Maybe next time.

But win is win. Me proud. Me go eat now.”

#29: BIB vs PEX 3–0

“Uh… me feel real good today. We win 3‑0. Me score two goals, yes yes. First goal early when me shoot low through legs and ball go in corner. Crowd go ‘yaaay’ and me smile big.

Then later me shoot again and score second goal. Coach say ‘good job Glenn,’ and me like praise. Praise feel warm in brain.

One time Mechagodzilla give me ball but keeper save it. Me try again later, run fast, but me hit post and ball bounce back to keeper. Post is mean.

Team play good. Koning score too. Defense strong. Monsters strong.

Me happy. Me hungry. Me go eat now.”

More views from the stands:

#25: DUB vs BIB 3–0

Oh, absolutely fantastic performance today. Really. I mean, who doesn’t love going down to ten men after sixty seconds? It’s bold, it’s innovative, it’s the kind of tactical creativity you simply can’t teach. And then the lads followed it up beautifully by offering Dublin a guided tour of our penalty area for the rest of the match. Inspirational stuff. Our attack? Oh, magnificent — if the goal had been located somewhere in the parking lot, we might’ve scored three. And the club will tell us this is all part of the ‘long‑term vision’. Sure. If the vision is to give every supporter a slow emotional breakdown, then yes, mission accomplished.

#26: BIB vs MT 3–1

I swear, being a BIB supporter should come with hazard pay. We go down 0:1 after five minutes because Olsson apparently decided to cosplay a garden gnome. One shot from MT all game and of course it goes in. Then Logi wakes up from his seasonal hibernation, remembers he’s built like a medieval siege tower, and suddenly scores twice like it’s nothing. Mechagodzilla adds a third, probably because gravity felt generous. And still, every MT counterattack made my soul leave my body. How can a team this gigantic play with the emotional stability of a wet paper bag. Three points, yes — but at what psychological cost.