The sun rose gloriously over Clem's pad in Lichefield, and after a fabulous night of Mexican take-aways, Duval beer, Dead Man's Fingers rum and a lot of laughing at great movies at my good friend Clem's pad, filled up with an egg and bacon butty and Neurofen plus, I treked the almighty half-an-hour back to Burton in the sunshine and set up for game three. Game 3: John Munroe and Khwarij Who? John, you know, World Champion, oh, you mean the army... Khwarij are rebels against the word of the Prophet (PBUH). John is lethal with this army, an having fought it before back in 2017, I knew my chances were slim (especially after the trouncing by Kev). It's a huge infantry blob of nothingness , supported by masses of cavalry of nothingness , but there are so many of them you can't do anything about it! The terrain again fell across the middle, two mountains for John, a forest on the flank, a village, rocky ground and wood right across the middle again and a usefull hill o...