It was almost bedtime, and Soja had much on his mind. Racao had reached the quarterfinals of the Campionato Esportiva as an unranked nation with only one World Cup campaign's worth of footballing nation. That was reason enough to be excited; they had upset three ranked nations in the process, although one of them was sixty-second ranked Southern Sunrise Islands, who had, in turn, knocked out seeds The Sarian and Northern Sunrise Islands from competition. He was thankful that his side had managed to produce some of the best football that they had ever produced, and of course, they had been aided a bit by luck in having a good Round of 16 draw.
The game itself was, for Soja, a mark of technical excellence - not just mere proficiency, something he had striven for all of his life. Excellence in football, not proficiency, not mediocrity. Racao started out the game confident - they had a good run, and they knew that they could continue their run. They were happy - excited even - about their chances of making it on to the next competition, and they played well enough to make their dreams come true.
Southern Sunrise Islands started out strong, but as to who started out strong exactly is unknown - their players had no names on their shirts, and no one knew exactly who were playing in this tournament. Opponents of this nature had wreaked havoc on higher-ranked teams before - take the case of Lymantatia and the Giant Bird, folklore in the annals of football by now. However, a win for the Southern Sunrise Islands wouldn't be an upset on paper - the two teams were both in pot four for the group stage of the tournament.
Whoever started out strong made an immediate run for the goal marker - but the midfield wouldn't let him through. Indeed, they blocked his progress through their lines like a net catches a fallen trampoliner or tightrope walker. The midfield was nice and taut - they wouldn't let anything through. If they did, by a sheer chance, the defense and goalkeeper, Sakoto, would (hopefully) block all shots from the opposition. At least he did for most of the group stage and the Round of 16 - three clean sheets in four rounds, helped as much by the midfield and defense as by his good goalkeeping skills.
Almost immediately after the failed attack on Racao's goal, Racao attempted to strike back through a counter-attack. Mosa sent the ball flying along the side, hopefully to be caught by Ryan Arivelo or Aristotle Ipirina. Ipirina got the ball, but he was repulsed by a Sunrisian defender of unknown name, age, or pretty much anything. Back to the midfield the ball went, where Racao had the clear advantage in terms of strengths and weaknesses. Normal footballing filler - one could say - went on during this period, the monotony of pass, dribble, run, block, interception, continued.
Around forty minutes into the game - with Racao holding an advantage but unable to capitalize on it, due to some good goalkeeping as well as bad luck - one of the decisive moments that made the game took place. Albert Manasoa gained possession of the ball from the Sunrisian midfield and immediately capitalized on a weak spot in their defensive structure by sending an incisive pass right to Ryan Arivelo. After some juggling and dribbling at the front of the pitch - including some passing between Arivelo, Ravalomanana, and Ipirina - it was time to strike. Arivelo passed to Ravalomanana, right in front of the Sunrisian defenders; Ravalomanana sent the ball forward in a shot towards the goal, towards the right, but Arivelo came charging out of nowhere to surprise the goalkeeper. The score was one-nil in favor of Racao.
Soja was ecstatic, along with the rest of the Racaoan team. Their team was ahead after the first half. It was a good sign for their team, and they went onto the pitch in a new, excited mood. It was time to play now for the win and not just for the sake of playing, which some had accused the Racaoan team of doing during the World Cup that they last played. A shock came from the Sunrisian team as they sent a series of short passes through the Racaoan midfield in the way that Nephara had done, successfully, during the team's loss to the number-one side. Racao seemed likely on a collision course with a one-all draw but Sakoto held out for a lucky save that diverted the course of the ball away from the goal; disaster averted.
More footballing interlude continued as Racao continued with their smart possession and aggression - not attacking just for the sake of it, but attempting to exploit weaknesses. Earlier, the side had attempted to attack more when they had the ball, but it hadn't worked, as opportunistic teams managed to defeat the Lemurs time and time again. Soja learned from his earlier losses and sent his team on a more precise style of play rather than one that emphasized shots - all the better if one managed to land in. Racao continued to hold possession and wait for the right moment.
The right moment came seventy-eight minutes into the game; Mosa had encroached ever-more-steadily into the Sunrisian's half of the pitch; the midfield continued to maintain a good formation; the strikers positioned themselves to receive a good pass, setting them up for the goal. Mosa sent the ball to Ipirina on the far right, who had a nice angle on the ball. He touched it in such a way that it landed in the far left corner of the goal, unreachable by the Sunrisian goalkeeper. It was another goal for Racao - two to nil.
Interlude continued. Racao could not find the right place or the time to strike at the Southern Sunrise Islands' goal again - but it didn't matter. They had won, and they were through to the quarterfinals. The team was ecstatic; Soja was ecstatic but also concerned. What worked against Southern Sunrise Islands and Albaie and Boring Paradise might not work against Free Republics because they might not have possession as much - or the opportunities to be opportunistic. Soja decided to emphasize a strategy to deflect Free Republics - they are attacking, he knew, and they would head straight for the goal if they had the ball, so Soja decided to instruct his team: wait for Free Republics to make a mistake. Pounce. Make the most of the limited possession that you will have.
It might work; Omerica held them to a draw only a couple of days, and seeds have been falling like flies in this tournament of upsets. It might not work; Nephara disassembled Polkopia like they were spare machinery. All Soja knew is that his team would play their best, and they would try to take the lessons they had learned against Nephara and other higher-ranked teams into play in this next matchup. Soja desperately hoped his team would win, and he knew that they could if they gave it their all.
He silently wished the team good luck and went to bed.