Following my successful game against Don’s Mameluke Egyptians, my second game at the recent Crusades event at the Games Bunker in Weston Super Mere was against Matt’s Anglo-Normans.

The Anglo-Normans looked like quite a tough nut to crack: Knights to face my Knights, then either Spearmen to drive my cavalry back, or deep warband to swallow them up!

Matt won the scouting and, as the game opened, sent a unit of Knights forward straight into my left flank, presumably seeking to gain the initiative and get me reacting to his movements rather than vice versa.

Unfortunately for the Anglo-Normans, this backfired spectacularly, as his Knights crashed into mine and just evaporated from the table! Not a scratch on my men, an enemy general left alone in front of them.

Undeterred, however, the Anglo-Normans continued their advance, just trying to get in contact with my men as soon as possible.

I could see me doing well on the left, but was a little nervous about my right: five enemy foot units against a couple of units of Knights supported by Crossbowmen.

On the left, things seemed to be going well, but a series of sudden, card-induced reverses saw my glorious charges come to nothing, with the survivors driven back right as far as the table’s edge. Not good, not good at all!

Back to the rest of the table.

In the centre, my infantry (seeking to take some of the pressure off my right flank) had advanced strongly: the Alabardiers even forcing some of the Anglo-Norman cavalry to retreat in order to cover their camp. Unfortunately, all this fighting had disordered two of my three foot units, so what might have looked good at a distance was pretty shakey when you got up close!

And on the right I was still horribly outnumbered, with my remaining Knights threatening to be overwhelmed by waves of enemy infantry.

One unit of Knights did indeed rout from the table, but the other managed to rally and drive forward as, meanwhile, my one still—undisordered infantry unit in the centre also turned to help.

Sudden Death!

Both sides were now down to their last few victory medals: it was now a case of sudden death in that whoever lost their next unit would also lose the game.

Although I was in quite a good tactical position, it was Matt’s turn to go, and I had plenty of already-disordered units for him to attack, defeat, and thus win victory. I resigned myself to the loss and sat back as Matt pondered where to strike first.

The obvious place was my left flank, where my disordered Knights were faced with fresh Anglo-Norman Knights headed by a general. This was going to be painful as that meant I could expect to face two-three charges, all at a disadvantage.

The first Anglo-Norman charge went in - I survived.

The second Anglo-Norman charge went in - I survived.

The third Anglo-Norman charge went in - I not only survived but managed to disorder the enemy Knights as well…the cards conveniently throwing up a series of 9’s and 10’s,

But it wasn’t over yet: on to the next weak point.

My already-disordered infantry unit nearest the Anglo-Norman camp was attacked by both light infantry from the flank, and more Knights from the front, again with an attached General just about guaranteeing multiple charges.

Unbelievably, again I survived: a combination of poor attack cards from Matt versus decent defence cards from me.

To say Matt was a little frustrated at this point was a bit of an understatement! Worse, his attacks on my Crossbowmen and other Spearman unit failed to do any damage either. I had survived the turn, saving at least six (and I think I remember the number actually being eight) “match points”!

My turn now and, with so many of my men disordered, I only tw0 opportunities that I could take. The first was for my Knights on the far right flank to charge into the rear of the disordered Anglo-Norman Shieldwall just to their left. I had a General with the Knights, so could expect at least a couple of charges to go in.

Nope! I was hit by a couple of appallingly low activation cards and my cavalry stayed where they were, horses happily snacking on the grass!

No problem: my fresh Spearmen in the centre of the field could attack some disordered Anglo-Norman Shieldwall and…I got nowhere, my spears failing to penetrate the enemy formation!

This meant that unless I could think of another battle-winning move, the initiative would pass to Matt and I’d have to run the gauntlet of all those sudden death attacks again…and I was under no illusions that all those 10’s would come again.

By this time we had quite a little crowd around the table as I hummed and hawed about what to do next. I could charge the disordered enemy Knights on the left with my disordered Knights…risky but, I decided, worth a punt. Nope: another Ace meant that the flower of mercenary nobility weren’t interested in moving. I was fast running out of ideas!

My Crossbowmen had one ammunition marker left, and the Shieldwall in front of them were, as I said, disordered. That meant that I couldn’t kill them (as it takes three hits to kill a deep Shieldwall unit) but maybe if I knocked them down one more disorder I could, I don’t know, drop my crossbows and attack.

“Twang” went the crossbows, and it was a hit. Unfortunately the enemy Shieldwall saved so no damage done. Matt then checked to see if the General with the unit was hit: and he was! Another card was turned to see what happened: he died, and the game was mine!

That was an extraordinary end to a game that I had thought lost for some time. As it was, I achieved a 13-11 victory, showing what a grind it had been for both sides.

My thanks to Matt for such a memorable encounter, although it was one that would cost both of us dear as the points were totted up after the final game…