After the battle...

Scene: A battlefield. Dismembered bodies are lying everywhere, several man are clutching the bodies of their fallen comrades, weeping uncontrollably. The stench of death is everywhere. A harrowing fog veils the horizon. An extremely handsome general steps up and surveys the scene while a young private hurries up to him.

Private: Sir! Sir! The results are in!

General Thomas: Oh goody! How did we do?

Private: Well lets see...it says here that we got 2 results right and 1 score! That's 5 points to us!

General Thomas: By jove! That's jolly good! And what about the Evil Enemy?

Private: Dave got 2 results right.

General Thomas: Fantastic! A resounding victory!

Private: But there's more! It also says that Dave posted his predictions after all the games had kicked-off, rendering his predictions null and void!

General Thomas: And to think he thought he could win! Rather hilarious, if I do say so myself. So final league table then?

Private: It looks something like this (pulls out piece of paper with league on it)

Thomas 14

Dave 6

General Thomas: Jolly good! Pizza and punch in the penthouse, chaps?