It's six and out as the sausage arcs gorgeously over the park boundary and onto the railway lines, just in front of the 1456 to King's Cross! Sensing a win, by six runs, the Rate My Sausage team again swap high fives but come crashing down to earth as the umpire unusually rules "ungentlemanly legwear".
Defeat over the utterly crap Iceland sausage has been snatched from the jaws of victory. Chav-style.
Iceland Sausages 2 Rate My Sausage 0.