World Cup 58 RP Thread

[Michael VII]

Yay! A bottom of the table clash! How are we so lucky? Not.

So, Michael VII has just emerged again out of an entire week of printing strikes, so no one has had any journalism at all come out of this nation, when did our dumbass union leaders decide to do this? IN THE FIRST WEEK OF THE WC QUALIFYING! Why? Because it'd piss people off, yeah it pissed us off too, but then again, at least we didn't have to report on these horrible results that came from the National Team this past week, not even managing to sell out Waterside Stadium or even Devils Stadium against a familiar foe, The Kiaser Colonies. Losing the home opener to an unranked team certainly wasn't the way that they wanted to start off, and the fans just haven't come out for it. Even though it was a controversial match whereby the winning goal was scored from a penalty in the 92nd minute, the 1-0 loss to Sheepish was just sad. Who even knew that a nation called Sheepish existed? I certainly didn't. And I guess our players were just SHEEPISH when they played them...[/pun]

So after 5 matches and a bye, we're 8th out of 9 in Group 2, well behind the pace needed to qualify, and we already know that we're out, we're on 2 points, and Cassa are on 16, nothing gets you back from that. Next up we get the privilege of traveling to Ocaterra for a bottom of the table clash, as they are the only team worse than us in the group. Or at least at the moment. Sure we're behind TKC, Cassa and Tretskivucia right now by huge margins, but they've all played the bad teams, so while us cellar-dwellers get to play it out, we'll catch up a little bit in points. That is, if we can win against Ocaterra and results go our way, we could be in 5th rather than 8th, ahead of West Zirc and only a win from being in the top half of the group. Maybe there's some optimism to come, but we ain't gonna qualify, and we ain't gonna get to the Top 100 this time, maybe by WC59, and to qualify by maybe WC80, if ever.

But at least the journos are back so we can report to you about our horrid team at this cup, in other news, at least the Head of the Jagoza Rowing Regatta is on this week, so maybe someone in this country will win something this week. I dunno, chances are those Meshkets will win it all, and just to add insult to injury, an Osarian might just jump over to compete and beat us. As per usual.

So that's it for now in regards to World Cup action, we'll be back for the next loss tomorrow to report back about another stinker. OSN please read this and hire me!

-By Arjen Miller.

[Taeshan]

Ugh We Suck

Totally Suck

Mega Suck

Losahs

[Equestrian States]

ESPN: Equestrian Sporting Ponies Network
Equestrian States Falls Twice, Remains in Fifth
Tags: World Cup, Pasarga,Westmeadow Tavern
Posted on Jan. 29, 2012 at 5:33 PM RCT (Royal Canterlot Time)

CANTERLOT - After dropping two straight games, morale has dropped significantly among the Equestrian States team. The win in the Market Cup seems insignificant in retrospect. An embarassing rout at the hands of Pasarga was followed by the first shutout loss suffered to unranked Westmeadow Tavern. Fans and players alike are disappointed in the recent performance of the team. After a major championship, everypony expected the team to be better than before.

Unfortunately, the string of defeats seems likely to continue tonight when the Equestrian States play host to nineteenth-ranked Dorian and Sonya. In a poll of Equestrian Citizens, only 2% of responders thought that the Equestrian States would earn a draw. Interestingly enough, over 60% expect the team to lose by five goals.

Head Coach Twilight Striker expressed concerns over the recent performances of the team last night during her post-game press conference. "I have to give some credit to the Westmeadow squad for playing as hard as they did, but our performance was abysmal. We certainly aren't in an easy group, and if we even want to stay in the top half of the standings we can't give up these types of losses. I'm not saying I expect us to advance to the actual World Cup, but I do expect our team to finish with a winning group record. It might be a low bar to reach for, but at this point it's really the only likely goal we can aim for. The low ranking we have can only be improved if we show we can win, and we haven't shown that so far. I won't make any unrealistic promises, but I promise that we'll try our hardest for the remainder of the qualifying games."

-Lunar Cavalry

[Queer Poco el Mono Ara]

RP Cut Orf.

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?p=8313537#p8313537

'ere, scores, now I'm off to watch the end of The Frighteners because I've never seen it before.

[Thatius]

Barklay, Thatius
11:49 P.M.

"Done!" whispered Serije Erkocević to himself. He pressed 'Submit' on the final page of a college application, this one to Bronzegate International University. Eleven minutes before the final deadline of submitting an application. Serije completed all five of his college applications to the most prestigious universities in Thatius. Voralberg State was his top choice, and being a legacy, he knew he could get in.

'Maybe if I get into VSU I'll attend there.' he thought. 'I've always loved the city of Eisenstadt and it is in the proximity of the soccer team's headquarters in Kristiansond. Just an hour by train or so.'

Now was the time for the waiting game. In a few weeks or so, he would be getting the responses back from all the colleges he had applied to. First would probably come University of Novi Saad then Bronzegate International. His final letters of acceptance (or rejection) would be either Voralberg State or Novano A&M.

"It feels good to be done." Serije said to himself, with a sigh of relief. After shutting down his computer, he crawled into bed, relieved that the stress was over. Or was it?

In just a few hours he would have to wake up to travel to Frederikstadt. The rest of the team was doing the same routine, leaving their hometowns after having a nice day of break. He knew that his best friend, Marko Voloski, would be meeting up with him at the Barklay Train Station, since he would be going through on his way from nearby Laage. The pair would travel by train to Frederikstadt, unaccompanied. Their parents declined to come with them, saying that they would love to watch their sons play, but need to stay at home and take care of their siblings. Maybe next time, they said.

Serije slowly closed his eyes, trying to alleviate the butterflies in his stomach. They would face Polar Islandstates. A daunting task. But it would be played in front of tens of thousands of Thatian fans. Maybe there was hope against the third ranked team. Just maybe.

[Antoletia]

Albastru City Gazette

Fire Ants Continue Shocking Lead of Group 18

It's not a shocking result that the Fire Ants beat the Hutt River squad 3-1, but its a continuing leading of the group that has many fans in Antoletia still wondering if this is really happening. The most points ever by an Antoletian squad in a whole campaign in 19, and the Ants currently sit atop Group 18 with 15 certain to easily pass that number with just over half of the season still remaining for them to eclipse that former mark. Even more surprising is that they are able to even compete in this group let alone lead it. But most of the second half includes tough road trips so maybe just maybe this first half can lead to great things as a strong home side plus an average away means qualifying in most cases. We will see in the coming weeks.

The Ants followed up their first 3 goal outing with another 3 goal festival which was started in the 18th minute with an Aramis Hopkins goal on a Petr Antonescu assist. After the half with the game pretty much guaranteed due to the Hutt River sides lackluster offense, the Manager replaced Hopkins with Nathan Hart, Antonescu with Filip Constantinescu and in came Sebastian for Harvey Wyatt. Two of the replacements would score goals in the 50th minute (Constantinuescu) and the 68th minute (Sebastian). The loan goal against on the day would come in the 90th minute when a costly misjudgement of a backpass led to an indirect free kick and a curled ball of of the goalies outstretched foot and into the net in what could easily have been disallowed if Irwin had been thinking in net.

[Wight]

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[Mangolana]

"uhhh. What's going on." Rocky woke up again, like he did every morning with a pounding hedache, but this one was different, it hurt more than the usual hangover hedache. Rocky now attempted to open his eyes, but instead of seeing the roof of the familiar bar that he usually saw, he saw a light shining down on his head.

"What's going on here, what's with the light?" Rocky was really confused now, what had happened last night, the last thing he remembered was getting close to the bar, then he remembered a hard knock to his head.

"It's good to see that you don't have a concussion, your tuff, and I like that." Rocky knew there was a problem already, this man was speaking Mangolonian, the language of Mangolana. "If you haven't figured it out already, you have been brought here to my home, for I have requested you here, I have a mission for you to complete for me. It is a very dangerous mission, but I am sure that you will do it.

"Fuck off dude, i'll never do anything for a coward."

"But what you don't know Rocky, is that I have your daughter, the one that you left to be watched by one of my men while you came here to get work."

"What, you can't please don't hurt her, I'll do anything you want."

"What I want Rocky, is for you to retrieve that rare Dreamed Realms diamond that you threw away yesterday, i know that you can find it, and if you dont, well, we will give your regards to your daughter, you have aproximetly one week to find the diamond before we kill your daughter, good luck, and we will be watching you."

Before Rocky could respond, he was knocked out cold by a blunt shot to the head, when he woke up he was back in the bar.

"What just happended back there?"

[Jeru FC]

Mango Mousse in a wheelchair and Princess Shay Sasha Dallas ...

Shay: Hello, this is Princess Shay for Naked News Jeruselem. I'm with former jeru FC assistant coach Mango Mousse.
Mango: Mango's back baby.
Shay: I'm actually the assistant coach because moron here nearly got himself killed.
Mango: She's a great replacment for me.
Shay: So what did you think of the boys today Mango?
Mango: A bit cautious, not going to hard at the opposition.
Shay: That was because they lost 4-1 after getting two people sent off two games ago.
Mango: We'll lose a game here and there but I we should play our natural game.
Shay: I think we should not play like 18 year old hoons, just 32 year old hoons.
Mango: I guess they are slower and older, but wiser.
Shay: Dunno about wiser either.
Mango: They'll be around here having a beer.
Shay: Or hundred beers.
Mango: Did anyone volunteer to become the assistant coach?
Shay: No, no one.
Mango: I'd though it'd be a perfect job for some people.
Shay: Only if you want to deal with 32 year old babies.
Mango: That's a bit mean.
Shay: I have work with them all day.
Mango: Well, means you're a good Mum as well.
Shay: They aren't too bad. The team are doing well apart from that one game.
Mango: You can't win all your games.
Shay: Especially with defense like ours.
Mango: Defense is for girls, we attack.
Shay: I've seen girls defend better than this lot.
Mango: See, you agree with me!
Shay: That's it from me and Mad Mango here.
Mango: Yes, let's go see what the boys are drinking.
Shay: Nothing has changed Mango.
Mango: I need a beer
Shay: You're not allowed to drink and wheelchair here.
Mango: Really?

[Polar Islandstates]

"COME TO MY HOUSE, WHERE WE SHALL BOTH PARTY AND ROCK"
President Iversen's Invitation to His Fellow Sexy National Leaders

In a diplomatic move that can be taken as an agreement with the leader of the Bostopian Empire, Emperor Boston's claims last week, President of the Federation Jon Iversen last night also claimed that he was aware of his sexual appeal. Indeed, President Iversen went further, labelling the fact that he works out as a possible reason for his buff physique, as well as suggesting that whilst he may be proud of how sexy he is, it does sometimes cause him hurt to be so sexy. Aides and politicians have suggested that President Iversen could easily walk the catwalks of Rushmore's biggest fashion capitals, something that may do him a favour as it is now the general public's opinion that his sexiness has now far outstripped that of his shirt, with an agreement rating of 78% in the polls. Other things citizens have suggester President Iversen may be too sexy for include his hat, his presidential car, and parties.

The President disagreed with this last point vehemently, and last night in parliament declared that he would provide a party for all the national leaders who are confident in their own bodily image. Hosted at the same time as the mid-qualifying friendlies, it has been promised to be the biggest party and social gathering for political leaders in the multiverse since the peoples of the CNCR hosted that Party/Karamu/Fiesta that disappointingly did not last for the 'forever' that it was claimed to do, instead lasting just through all of one night.

President Iversen made simpler claims for his own get together, claiming that there would be plenty of partying, plenty of rocking, that minds would be lost, and that everybody was sure to have a good time. He claims also to be able to finally debut a unique style of dance that he has been perfecting in his spare time, claiming that he does it every day. For the sexy crew that the President claims to be representing, the party is sure to be something special, though politicians in opposition - not thought to be sexy - have criticised the President's plans, claiming that the party will be nothing without "shots, shots, shots, and more shots." They did however say they would be in attendance, stating that all the guests would know them when they walk into the club.

Additionally, President Iversen later attempted to put a stop to the claims in the press that he has been asking his citizens to call him "Mr Boombastic", making a statement to the house that "President Iversen" would suffice.

ELSEWHERE IN TODAY'S ISSUE
ON PAGE THREE
Minister for Education Maria Stokkeholm announces new plans for University Funding
ON PAGE SEVEN
House prices in Torshavn set to boom
ON PAGE NINETEEN
Is Jan Mayen's cultural heritage holding it back economically?
ON THE BACK PAGE
Reports from last night's game at the Nasjonale, where goals from Skye, van Sorensen, Irndtor, and Kjaer helped the Terns to overcome Tsurenko's opener for Thatius to close the gap on group leaders Kernansquillec.

[Astograth]

“You can't be serious.”

“Oh, but I am.”

“Who approved this?”

“The Grand Duke. Via the High Lords' Chamber.”

Powell Pieran glared at the president of the Futbol Astograthiko Federazioa, one hand resting on the polished face of his dark wooden desk. This was insane, and he took care to emphasise it in his reply.

“Gandiaga. I can't call up a whole new squad. It's just not done. Not now, not like this. It's not that I don't want to do it, it's that I can't.”

“I know. Which is why I bargained a compromise. You won't have to drop or call up anyone else to the squad, but you must stil play all Rumiatzi players in the starting lineup, barring injury or suspension obviously.”

“That's still bullshit.”

“Watch your tongue. This is practically a royal mandate, and your condition as a foreigner won't save you from all the rigour of the law should you disobey.”

Pieran sighed, exhasperated.

“Fine. Who the hell's a Rumiatzi anyway? Who keeps track of this‽”

“Calm down, Powell. It's not too bad, you'll still manage. The Rumiatzi are - let's see - Larretape... Barrenechea, Belarte... Erreka, Ansotegi, Malgor and Unzueta. Maybe Slusarski, since he's sort of Rumiatzi at heart.”

“And I'm supposed to play with mainly substitute players for how long due to this made-up rule?”

“I don't know. Until you can call up a new squad, probably, and they'll probably demand you include a majority of Rumiatzi. If not all.”

Pieran stared, his mouth agape.

“Do these people know a thing about football? About the World Cup?”

“Look, Powell. Just like you can't call up a new squad, I can't appeal this. Not anymore, at any rate. I'll see what I can do for the next tournament, but unless the Rumiatzi spontaneously combust tonight you're going to have to play them all tomorrow and in all the games after.”

Pieran's face, previously fixed on the floor, suddenly light up.

---

“Thank you, Marrieta. Here we are at Grand Duke's Stadium for the match against Ko-oren. The stands are slowly filling up, as you can see behind us, and we expect some eighty thousand fans in assistance today. But that's not the biggest last-minute news we have, is it Eder?”

“It definitely isn't, Soin. Yesterday, the starting lineup for today was confirmed, which was odd in and of itself, but not fifteen minutes ago it has been revealed to be radically different due to a number of freak injuries that apparently cropped up today. Or maybe it's just Powell Pieran being his wily self. Either way, Cheru Larretape has been struck by food poisoning, with his place being taken by regular starter Zernin Aira; Goren Barrenechea has cramped up during warm-up and will be replaced by Otz Lasuen; and the striker pair of Itzaina Erreka and Ikatz Ansotegi - the selection of which shocked many - both suffered concussions when disputing a header during training. So it looks like today's starting formation won't be any different to the one that was fielded at the start of the qualifiers. Now we go back to you, Marrieta, in the studio to interview Laurgain Erlis...”

[Darmen]

December 31st, 2011 & January 1st, 2012(Give or take a day or two)
Amdo, CNCR & the Sargossan Parliament Building, Soluca, Sargossa

The phone rang. Tim searched for the reciever with his hand. It took a while, but he finally found it. "Hello," he asked, as he turned on the desk lamp next to him.

"Tim, I want you on the first flight to Sargossa tomorrow. We think things might be heating up in the canal dig situation, and we need some more monitors in the capital. Nothing special, just sit around and listen, plant some bugs and what not. Stuff like that."

"Who is this," asked Tim, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake up.

"It's me Tim, General Roberts."

"Oh, you sound quite differently on the phone."

"Listen, be careful, we had a spy killed yesterday in Polar Islandstates."

"How'd that happen?"

"We're not sure yet. Listen, the Duke called off the Hidden Paw mission."

"That's what I was going to tell you. Donald and I have given up on the mission, we couldn't find anything."

"I don't blame you. Now get on over to Sargossa."

"Alright, I'll see you when we get back to Darmen," Tim hung up the phone and shook Donald awake, "pack your things, we're leaving for Sargossa." Both men begin to pack their things. Donald printed out the airline tickets that had been sent to them, and they both headed off to the airport.

They arrived in Sargossa only four hours later, quickly found a hotel room, and headed to a cafe.

"Now listen Donald, we need to pretend that we're from a country outside of Rushmore," said Tim, as he tried to explain the rules of eavesdropping to his son.

"Bostopia," said Donald, excitedly.

"Er, I was thinking more along the lines of a non-sporting country."

"Oh, alright, how about Achtklan then?"

"Are you stupid?"

The two agents settled down, picking up bits of useless information. Donald overheard two Sargossans discussing the upcoming World Cup.

"Cotdelapoms won't be returning this time around. Or is it for World Cup 59 that they're leaving?"

"Really, well that's too bad, they had a good chance of making the Quarterfinals this time around."

Donald nudged his father, "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, good news for us, now focus on the mission alright."

Tim and Donald returned to their eavesdropping, and for the rest of the day they learned nothing important. They finally left the cafe in the evening to go to dinner, much to the pleasure of the cafe owner, who had been trying to get the two to leave all day. After dinner, Tim and Donald returned to their hotel room, just in time to watch the days sporting events. Darmen had announced that they would bid to host the 18th Rugby Union World Cup, Therakham ZL, which had been Tor Tong Lee's former club, had just won the Šenapatiam'ajat Vahavi, and Plutoni had advanced to the Finals of the World Cup of Hockey, much to the suprise of everyone.

When Donald and Tom awoke the next morning, they proceded to the Sargossan Parliament Building. They planned to plant several bugs in the main foyer, which they were sure wasn't heavily guarded. But when they arrived at the Parliament Building, they were terribly suprised to find that the place was guarded a little to heavily for their liking.

Tim turned to his son, "We're going to procede as planned, but if anything goes wrong, get out of here fast, and make sure no one learns your from, you know."

The two men entered the foyer and sepperated, planting as the bugs. Under tables, inside plant containers, anywhere they could place them without getting caught. Tim and Donald joined back up near the main door.

"I've got one left," said Donald as he walked towards his dad. He walked over to a table and pretended to drop a pencil as he planted the bug. Tim and Donald had been posing as journalists from Mytannion. By now though, one of the Sargossan guards had grown supsious of the two men. He had been watching for a while, and had noticed that the two journalist seemed to be having trouble hanging on to their pencil every time they approached a table or plant container.

Suddenly the Guard broke into a run and yelled, "SPY'S! There's spy's in the building."

"Well that's it Donald, look's like it's time to go."

"Ahhh, just five more minutes daddy?" said Tim, sarcasticly.

Tim and Donald ran towards the car that had been waiting for them outside and drove off towards the coast.

[Ossidiacqua]

Juan Vaccari wasn't sweating any less than he had been recently. Despite the chill coming off the channel from the Vatmark region of Rushmore, his nerves continued their steely grip on his glands, and he shifted nervously in his seat. The breeze coming in through the open window should still have been a novelty, it was still not all that long since the time wall fell, and only a select few people had actually been abroad yet, those with connections to la Renaissance making up about two third of the select group, and the general population was still transfixed by this movement of air cross the nation that was so alien to them. The regular sunrise and sunset times were affecting people as well, though usually for the better. But despite the breeze, and the glorious sunset hanging in the air of the Sant'Elia skyline outside his office window, Vaccari could appreciate none of it. For sitting opposite him, was the temporary leader of the nation, Giocomo Re, his wild yellowed eyes flaring at the FA chief madly.

"But, er, what can I do about it, Re? I don't understand?" shifted Vaccari, uncomfortably.

"Why, you can call a halt to the proceedings, can't you?" hissed Re.

"Well, I mean, yes, technically. I suppose. It's not that simple though, Re."

"Make it simple." snapped Re.

"But, there's experts here from all over Rushmore! I can't just snap my fingers and have them disappear!"

"Oh how pitiful. I could, you know."

"You could what?"

"Snap my fingers and have them disappear." whispered Re, lingering on the last word delicately, and menacingly.

Vaccari shivered despite himself. Re just grinned, flashing a golden tooth across the desk.

"It pays to have connections, Vaccari," said Re briskly, "one would have thought an intelligent man like you would have worked this out by now. Massarelli did, after all."

"What do you mean? What have you done with Massarelli?!" shouted Vaccari, fear and anger both rising in his eyes, vying for the upper hand.

"Oh, I simply suggested he take a long holiday out in Pico de Vincenze. He agreed. They've got some stadiums out there, right? I'm sure you could find him a job..." said Re, looking down.

"Well... what, how am I supposed to get anything done now? You're putting pressure on me to stop proceedings at Il Colosseo and you've spooked my stadium manager as far away as the opposite end of the country!"

"Oh," started Re, flashing his eyes up with a smirk, "I'm sure you'll think of something."

"But, we need this, Re. Surely you can see that?" asked Vaccari desperately.

"I think I can tell for myself what this nation needs, Vaccari. I can tell for myself and I don't need anyone like you to tell me what to do about it. Not you, no Massarelli, and not Cascarino." snapped Re curtly, standing up and wrapping his embroidered cloak around him with a flourish.

"I know what you did to Cascarino, Re." intoned Vaccari as the High-Cardinal made for the door, opening it angrily.

"Well then, Vaccari," said Re, slowly and forcefully, turning slightly in the open doorway to look at Vaccari over his shoulder, "I would vehemently suggest you forget. Quickly. I'll see myself out."

And with a snap of the feet and a brisk click, the High-Cardinal walked out in the corridor, leaving Vaccari to slide down his chair in despair. What was he going to do now?

"Juan?" came the voice of his secretary, Maria Della Rocca, as she opened the door slightly, "Are you okay?"

"Get me a brandy, Maria," groaned Vaccari, "a big one."

[Erathore]

Once Again La Furia Azule Sneaks Away With Win

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This was the one game, so far at least, that I was worried we might be upset. Upset in the sense that we may have to settle for a tie rather then a win but that didn't happen thanks to a last minute strike by Isidoro Nao. Sativaville actually went ahead first but we managed to equalize soon after. After that it was a surprisingly hard game for Erathore who, despite dominating possession, couldn't break through Sativaville's defense.

Gordon Weaver put the hometeam ahead when he blew by Del Naran and neatly slotted the ball into the net past the onrushing Roberto Bennedetto in the 27th minute. It wouldn't last long though when Ringëril equalized four minutes later, in the 31st minute of play. After a nice spell of possession in our attacking third, Ringëril carried the ball to the 18. He proceeded to flick it up to Del Nieran, who timed his run just perfectly to get behind Sativaville's defensive line. In a remarkable show of skill and ability, Del Nieran neatly trapped the ball with his thigh before sombreroing the ball over his back into the path of Ringëril, who used a nice left footed curler to put the ball in the net and to tie it up.

Halftime showed us dominating stats like usual and yet we were tied. Not quite what one would expect from the 29th team in the world. Despite having 69% possession in the second half, Erathore had to wait until the 87th minute for the game winner. A(nother) nice spell of possession in the attacking third lead to this all important goal. Del Nieran passed the ball to Nao, who must've just said to himself fuck all because he charged at the goal. Which was great but the only problem was Pauline James standing in his way. No problem for the little trickster pulled off a neat Rivelino to slip by him and put himself in a one on one with Jack Darden. Again, no problem for him as he neatly chipped Darden to hand the game to Erathore.

Next game sees DiSantos return from his one match suspension. Marcello Dizarino has confirmed that he will be using the original starting lineup for the next game.

---

Football Club de Mildrid Headquarters, Mildrid, Erathore; Andolin Viktor Bitari and FCM President Anasazi Florente

The two men sat in a richly decorated office. Framed jerseys with signatures adorned the wall. Bennedetto, Del Nieran, Skye, Di Bradini, Dizarino. Them and many more. Modern and classic players. A picture of the Stadio del Mar. Other pictures of players and Anasazi Florente were also present. Two oak bookshelves sat behind the beautiful mahogany desk. Books about how to coach football, football tactics, economics, and general reading were all present. This was the office of the man in charge of the richest club in Erathore and one of the richest men at that.

He was 70 years old, although he looked 50. Only the grey hair and wrinkled face betrayed his true age. He was a good looking guy. Slim, dressed in a black sports coat, with a white shirt under it and a black tie. Black khakis and expensive looking brown leather shoes completed the look. Dark blue eyes examined his visitor whilst he sipped at a Remi Martin XO and held an unlit Black Dragon from Gurkha in his other hand. He took another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving those of his visitors. After an unbearable silence that one may have perceived to last for hours, but was only twenty seconds in reality, the old man started talking.

"Son. How old are you again?" It was a voice full of mystery. Low but not quiet. Soft but not weak. Emotionless yet commanding. Hearing him, it was obvious to see how he was so successful. He could just talk to potential investors, just ramble really, yet walk away with more money then a common person would see in a dozen lifetimes.

Andolin Viktor Bitari knew that, even with such a small and unassuming question such as this, he would have to choose what he said and how he said it perfectly. "I am 32 years old. 33 in three months to the day." Upon hearing this, Florente leaned back into his leather chair and pulled out a stainless steel lighter and brought the Black Dragon to his lips. He lit it up and puffed away happily, with the rich scent of the Black Dragon filling up the room quickly. Once again there was a long period of silence, only broken by the clinking of the ice cubes in his Remi Martin as he moved the glass around in a circle.

"You're the youngest Seria-A manager in history. What do you have to say about that?" This question wasn't so much to benefit Flortente as it was to see how Viktor Bitari responded to the media. Actually it wasn't even that. It was more a shit test. It was just to see how Bitari would respond and whether or not he was the right one.

Viktor Bitari took a sip of his own drink, a vodka martini. "If I may speak candidly Mr. Florente, it's because I'm a very, very good manager." He leaned back in his chair and put one leg on top of the other. It was just the right answer Florente was looking for. Truthful. Arrogant yet polite. A charismatic answer. Bitari let loose a silent sigh of relief as he saw a faint smile appear on Florente's lips.

"That you are Viktor Bitari. That you are. How do you like Eliodoro FC?" This question was to test his loyalty and see if this meeting would be in vain or not. Viktor smiled inwardly as that dawned upon him.

"It's an OK club. The players are good. The management is good. Of course there are some pitfalls, but it is such with all clubs." Florente nodded knowingly. Which he did considering he had managed and owned his share of clubs.

"Like what?"

"The lack of money is one thing. Mounting a title challenge would be rather difficult with the current funds. The players seem to know it. It's an invisible burden on them." Honesty was, he figured, the best option here. To a point that is.

"Ah yes. We've experienced that. We went from winning several titles in a row to finishing sixth for two consecutive seasons. It hurts the players and the club. You're still very much young. Have you ever given any thought to moving to a different club? Perhaps sometime soon, in the near future?" And there it was. The true nature of the meeting, one that Viktor Bitari had assumed yet hadn't been a hundred percent sure of.

"Oh I'm sure I'll move around clubs during my career. Considering the average coach is, oh 50? 60? I have plenty of time before I reach that average. To say that I would stay at Eliodoro FC for my entire career would be a complete lie. As for the near future, I'm quite content at EFC, but wouldn't be against a move to a more enticing club."

The room lapsed into another period of silence. Bitari took a sip of his drink to calm his racing heart and to appear calm, cool, and collected. Florente put his cigar, which was rumored to cost over 1000¥, onto the ashtray on his desk. He took a sip of his drink and looked at Viktor in the eyes.

"Would a club like FC Mildrid interest you?" Bitari nearly choked when he heard that. Which was odd because he had known it was coming. Planeto Socrato had had a falling out with the club despite taking second place last season. FCM was known to be looking for a replacement. Bitari took a long moment to weight the potential outcomes of what he said. Finally he mentally slapped himself. Commit.

"If I were allowed to make some changes, yes FC Mildrid would interest me. They are, after all, my boyhood club." He had committed. There was no going back now.

"Some changes?"

"Yes. Some changes. Big names. Superstars. Talent. Just like the days when FC Mildrid had Di Bradini. International superstars."

"It's funny you should say that Bitari. I have a very special desire. I want to assemble a team of the best players in the world. A team that will go down as legendary."

"That will take time. Domestically FC Mildrid is a hit. Internationally…well there is a lot that needs to be done."

"I concur completely. There's only one problem."

"What's that?"

Florente smiled at Viktor Bitari. "We need a manager."

Bitari smiled back. "I don't think that's a problem anymore."

[Civil Citizenry]

Thought of the Day: What was the whole thing about changing Citiz names?

The "whole thing about changing Citiz names" is more officially termed the Nomenclatureformation. It was initiated by the OVERKILL/RETCON (Overly Verbose Ending Reformation Killing Incoherent names Leaving no one Left/Reforming Everyone's Technical Chosen Occupational Names) Act of CC 6, introduced by Jalyinahalernakumiz Agöpëgöpëgöp (pronounced a-GOOP-ee-GOOP-ee-GOOP) in the Citiz Magnament.

Essentially, people thought Citiz names were just too damn hard to pronounce, spell, and read. There seemed to be little uniformity when it came to selecting names. Indeed, names were not even remotely similar to the English language (the main language spoken by Citiz), though the modern Latin alphabet was used. The names became infamously emblematic, prompting satirical Rushmoris to call the country "Crazy Names".

There wasn't much objection to changing everyone's name. The challenge for revolutionaries like Agöpëgöpëgöp was finding a nomenclature system that was original, understandable, and utilized the common English language. A lot of research by Agöpëgöpëgöp and now-famous Laguraglo Balerim (now Lincoln Blackburn), who designed the Citiz Calendar, produced a strong plurality in favor of adopting traditional English names.

Several minorities in the Magnament cropped up dissenting with Agöpëgöpëgöp's coalition. Some were in favor of francophonic names, others for Spanish names - the most reasonable due to the high quantity of Spanish-speaking nations in Rushmore - and still others for Scandinavian/Icelandic names. However, a growing consensus agreed that after such a debacle with complicated, hard-to-pronounce names, it was best to stick with a nomenclature system that was relatively orthodox and wide-spread.

The new system may not have the same kind of individuality that the old names had. But they seem to stick out rather well, considering the hugely wide variety of languages spoken in Rushmore.

Next Thought of the Day: to be determined

[Chetkosk]

Huffin' and Puffin
The somewhat bearable musings of a moderately tubby man
- it's Yuri Stempov's Football Blog

I feel like eating some Dolly Mixture every time I have a little gander at Chetkosk's world cup results so far - because they're such a mixed bag. Anyone? No?

I've got some other lines too. how about "one step forwards, two steps back"? "Got to break eggs to make an omlette"? (Although I have to add, I have witnessed this done without breaking eggs. Just sayin'...)

Well, as you might have guessed by now, I'm none too happy with the Puffins performances right now. We took a fantastic, decisive victory against Wight at home, and then went and spoiled it all by doing something stupid like losing 2-0 to a relative newcomer away. This was a significant drop in performance I think you'll agree. It was also the first win that Vergenskia have achieved. I suppose we have met our match(es) this qualifying campaign.

Scherbak is having a hard time, if the frustration he's showing on the pitch is anything to go by. Every keeper pines for those clean sheets, though I think perhaps his intercostal injury is at least partly in his head, because he wants to blame something other than his own skill. A tad big-headed IMO.

So where does that leave us? Somewhere in the quagmire of the middle of the table, with a record of 2-1-2 - not our best, but not our worst either. It's also the record of our next opponents, Soviet Canuckistan. I know incredibly little about these guys, there doesn't seem to be a lot of information about them in the public domain. Nevertheless I'm hoping we're not in for any more nasty surprises this campaign.

Au revoir.

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Hodain, the keeper of the Holheim, is a rather angry deity who can easily be riled. He resides within Holheim, the Chetislav hell, with his self-created wife Tovic, the Goddess of Cunning and Trickery. He is tasked with providing suitable eternal punishments for the souls of mortals that are cast down into Holheim, and revels in this job.

Unlike any of the other deities, Hodain cannot leave Holheim at all, and can't therefore walk upon the mortal middle earth or Lugnheim or the Halls of Hestzhall. Instead he sends either his devoted wife Tovic or his devilish minions to seek out the happenings on the planet surface.

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BYE
Jedi8246 3-1 Chetkosk
Chetkosk 1-1 Branta Island
Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuk 0-2 Chetkosk
Chetkosk 4-1 Wight
Vergenskia 2-0 Chetkosk
Chetkosk v Soviet Canuckistan
Puerto Candelaria v Chetkosk
Chetkosk v Kulverint

BREAK

BYE
Chetkosk v Jedi8246
Branta Island v Chetkosk
Chetkosk v Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuk
Wight v Chetkosk
Chetkosk v Vergenskia
Soviet Canuckistan v Chetkosk
Chetkosk v Puerto Candelaria
Kulverint v Chetkosk

[Cascratia]

Jaleena walked along the dimly lit corridor. It was so early in the morning, why was she even up? It was her first morning. She had had no sleep at all last night. Her room mates, Adriana and Mariana, had been up all night, talking and reading and sitting on their laptops. She turned the corner and was about to walk down the stairs but suddenly walked right into someone. She went sprawling on the ground and the boy she had ran into fell against the wall.

"Watch where you're going, idiot," He snapped. She recognised him, he was the tall, skinny, pale boy with greasy black hair and dark blue eyes. He was Rysiri's roommate, Cayle, he was called.

"What's your problem," Jaleena replied angrily, her eyes blazing. How dare he talk to her like that.

How dare anyone talk to her like that. "It was an accident"

"Well watch where you're going, you klutz"

Jaleena knew she shouldn't be mad, it wasn't like he had really insulted her, but she just felt so mad.

"Hey, you listen to me," Jaleena said sharply, standing in Cayle's path, instinctively holding her hands up against his chest.

Cayle pushed her arms away. "No, you listen to me. Get out of my face!" He pushed past her and sauntered off.

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"Our first friendly match this afternoon!" Glevin reminded the team cheerfully at breakfast, one week after they had arrived.

"Oh damn! You're joking," Cried Jaleena, slamming her fork on her plate.

"What's the big deal?" Cayle snorted. He and Jaleena had hardly spoken since the incident on the stairs, but the few words that they had exchanged and been harsh and certainly not friendly.

"Yeah, it's just a match," Leonard laughed. He quickly shut his mouth and concentrated on his food as his sister threw him a cold, icy glare.

"It's just a friendly," the current number one Cascratian goalkeeper, Chameli Leventhorp explained, "I'm sure you'll all do great"

"It's against the Knoxcrest U-12, right dad?" Adriana asked. By now, all the other members of the team were aware that Adriana and Mariana were the twin daughters of Chameli Leventhorp.

"That would be correct," Chameli answered.

The youngsters walked onto the field. There wasn't a crowd - it was just a friendly and had been short-notice, but still, walking onto that field for the first time felt great. Everyone got into their positions. The Knoxcrest U-12 instantly got the ball. And the game began. As they approached their goal, Leonard tackled, got the ball and kicked it to Adriana. Adriana dribbled along the field. A Knoxcrest’s player approached her, she passed to her sister with one hundred percent accuracy. Mariana kicked to Cayle, who scored.

Chameli shook hands with the coach of the Knoxcrest U-12. A tall, bony boy who had skin like chalk and hair like coal.

"Congratulations - on your win," the Knoxcrest U-12 coach sneared, gripping Chameli's hand tightly.

"Thanks," Chameli replied.

"I cannot believe we won," Jaleena cried. She was sitting on a couch with her brothers.

"You both played well," Leonard smiled.

"Same," Jaleena said, "I can't believe I scored two goals. TWO! Two of our three goals"

"Cayle scored the other," Leonard laughed, giving his sister a friendly punch on the arm.
Jaleena looked grim.

"You're still not mad, are you? Over your little spat?" Leonard asked, rolling his eyes.

"Not at all," Jaleena replied proudly.

Glevin walked onto the balcony. He was proud, proud of the new team. They had played well. It was just coincidental that most of them were the children of members of the current team. They had certainly inherited their parent's skills.

[Andossa Se Mitrin Vega]

Some people write RP. Some people read RP. Some have even been know to steal RP from others. I am just here to cut off the RP.

MD7 Scores

[New Montreal States]

UNINSPIRING WIN OVER CAMWOOD KEEPS PALADINS TREADING WATER

Bureaucrats attempt to talk up "backfield renaissance" as Paladins hold steady in 4th place

NEW MONTREAL - After spending two matches getting shoved around by teams a weight class above the Paladins - especially the "Disgrace at Mathathu" which has the usually peaceable - to say nothing of "blazed out of their empty noggins" - NMS fan base whipped into a frenzy of calls for revenge once K&P show up in the States. An immediate rematch not being in the cards, the Paladins faithful had to settle for a match against 6th-place Camwood, an opponent more in the Paladins wheelhouse considering how poorly they fared against top-flight opponents during their road trip from hell.

However, one side effect of the road trip was that Jocelyn Brisebois began playing out of his mind, starting with his goal that gave the Paladins a sadly indefensible 2-1 edge against those loudmouthed sots K&P and continuing through that match with a stellar defensive performance that was utterly cancelled out by the horrible performance of Antoine Long. This latter was mercifully benched for the night, replaced by young William St. John de la Ware, and it turns out that having a backfield that was 100% Sorel Black Dragon was exactly what the doctors ordered, as the Paladins shut out Camwood 1-0. Brisebois continued his stellar run of play by heading in a rebound after Pwim Charbonneau's shot deflected straight off the top of the crossbar.

Despite the positive outcome, the Paladins offense floundered at times throughout the match. Although Charbonneau and Christian Ponder were on form in the middle of the pitch, neither Ed nor Denny Roy were getting anything done upfront. Through passes were being squandered, and backs were keeping pace with both of them all through the match. Roy did not touch the ball during the first half, and Ed only took three shots on the night, none of them much of a threat to go in.

With a trip to Baltiskando and a match against a surprisingly strong Western Cuba side that would be in the playoff match if qualifiers ended today, the Paladins will need to find an offensive identity sooner, rather than later. Or else those vaguely Slavic thugs will get the last laugh on us all, and it will be thoroughly unhappy camping in New Montreal if that turns out to be the case.

[Gyatso-kai]

REPUBLIC ASSOCIATED TIMES
Bisons REBOUND! 4-1 IPELAND AWAY!!!

Printed in Volume XVI, 2012.1.01.29

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Match Stats
GYATSO-KAI	4	-	1	IPELAND

Venue: Vant City Stadium, Vant City, Ipeland
Attendance: 49,820
Man-of-the-Match: Kad'e Tay'haai (1G, 2A)

Rosters:
					
22 - Kita K.							01 - H.S. Fogherty 1 [69']
05 - Kim D.S.							02 - T. Fresting
15 - Wong H.							03 - N. Texan
02 - Miyamoto K.						05 - T. Thomas
13 - Bao Y.							06 - D. Evans
17 - Tran B.							07 - P. Marshall
04 - Bralor K.							08 - K.S. Wallace
18 - Tsukion H.							09 - T. Murphy
14 - Himura K.							12 - W. Himler
09 - Wakahisa H. 1 [72']				10 - S. Holden
10 - Tay'haai K. 					        11 - K. Texan

Substitutes:
21 - Skirata A.1					13 - M. Shearer 1

Scorers:
Tay'haai K. 	[31']						S. Holden	[19']
Wakahisa H. 	[46']						-------
Tsukino H.	[68']						-------
Skirata A.	[84']                                          	-------


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67%  	    Possesion		33%
25  	    Shots		10
17	    On Target		4
12	    Corners		11
3 	    Fouls		3
0  	    Bookings		0
0  	    Red Cards		0
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Post Match comments

Shame we loss before (the bye day). It would have been great to build the momentum, but now in a three-way tie for second? We need to step un and close out the rest of this half of play.

Ca Yuelo --- ASPN Commentator on "Can YUE-LO?

After taking the back-to-back defeats and the bye, we came out today more focused, ready to bring honour back to our team. I think we succeeded today.

Bai'a Kita --- Goalkeeper, Men's National Football Team

About time #bisons. I was just starting to lose hope, but now, it is looking better!

Rennat Seyam --- Avatarian AV Idol

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Schedule

Matchday 1, 23 January at ₇₁Darmen --- DRAW 1-1
Matchday 2, 24 January vs ₃₅₇Erikkesh --- WIN 4-0
Matchday 3, 25 January vs ₄₇Octinstine --- WIN 3-1
Matchday 4, 26 January at ₁₆Cosumar --- LOSS 2-0
Matchday 5, 27 January vs ₂₈₃French Scandinavia --- LOSS 2-1
Matchday 6, 28 January BYE Day
Matchday 7, 29 January at ₁₁₄Ipeland --- WIN 4-1
Matchday 8, 30 January vs _URNeo Japan
Matchday 9, 31 January at ₂₃₅Buchandinger

Matchday 10, 1 February vs ₇₁Darmen
Matchday 11, 2 February at ₃₅₇Erikkesh
Matchday 12, 3 February at ₄₇Octinstine
Matchday 13, 4 February vs ₁₆Cosumar
Matchday 14, 5 February at ₂₈₃French Scandinavia
Matchday 15, 6 February BYE Day
Matchday 16, 7 February vs ₁₁₄Ipeland
Matchday 17, 8 February at _URNeo Japan
Matchday 18, 9 February vs ₂₃₅Buchandinger

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The Group

What a great day Group 15 was today! We saw French Scandinavia --- who defeated us in our last match --- fall to the unstoppable Cosumarite Dragons, who we will face again on Matchday 13, 5-2. Darman is regaining some form, bringing the unranked Neo Japan further down the Group Table with a 2-nil defeat. Erikkesh, who were just coming off of a 4-nil beating yesterday against Cosumar, managed a lone goal against Burchadinger.

The Scores
₃₅₇Erikkesh 1-0 ₂₃₅Burchadinger
₁₆Cosumar 5-2 ₂₈₃French Scandinavia
_URNeo Japan 0-2 ₇₁Darmen
₁₁₄Ipeland 1-4 ₉₀Gyatso-kai
BYE Day - ₄₇Octinstine


The Table

[i]Group 15 Standings
 Team			               P  	W 	D  	L 	For 	Ag 	+/- 	Pts
 1 Cosumar                 		7  	7  	0  	0  	28   	5  	+23  	21
 2 Gyatso-kai              		6  	3  	1  	2  	13   	7   	+6  	10
   Burchadinger            		6  	3  	1  	2  	10   	6   	+4  	10
   Ipeland                 		6  	3  	1  	2  	13  	11   	+2  	10
 5 Darmen                  		6  	2  	2  	2   	7   	7   	+0   	8
   French Scandinavia     		7  	2  	2  	3   	6  	10   	-4   	8
 7 Octinstine              		6  	2  	0  	4   	8  	15  	-7   	6
   Erikkesh                		6  	2  	0  	4   	5  	14  	-9   	6
 9 Neo Japan               		6  	0  	1  	5   	1  	16  	-15   	1

The Goalscorers for Gyatso-kai

Player		        Goals	Games Scored
Kad'e TAY'HAAI	        05	MD2 (2), MD3 (1), MD5 (1), MD7 (1)
WAKAHISA Hikaru		03	MD1 (1), MD2 (1), MD7 (1)
A'den SKIRATA		03	MD2 (1), MD3 (1), MD7 (1)
HIMURA Katsu		01	MD3 (1)
TSUKINO Hachiro		01	MD7 (1)

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The Next Match

Preview: Matchday 8 vs _URNeo Japan

Unranked and facing opponents who average 2.6 goals per game, we can expect a victory tomorrow. What we cannot be sure of is by what margin; we have seen the team lose by just a single goal and we have seen them fall 5-nil. It all depends on what form the ad'ike come out in tomorrow.

The Lineup for the Match

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While Pre Kryse is expected to return in this game after a three-game absence due to injury, he is not being included on the Maan 11. What does this mean for his future on the team? Without a single goal this tournament, we are unsure ourselves. Then again, he may come out tomorrow and make a hat-trick in his return for all we know... We will just have to wait and see.

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[Tymason]

TyMason vs Nethertopia
Score 1-1

Diary of Mario DeSouza

I seriously fear for my job.I don't know why the FA's acting so strange.They actually seem to be nice to me.I don't trust them.1-1 draws are definitely not the way to draw.Still,we are having great results,but I fear for my job.It seems that the FA like this other chap from somewhere else.Might tell him to forget about the job...

[Sargossa]

In response to this

Sargossan Parliament Building, Soluca

It had only taken the better part of seven years but finally Jésus García was seeing a bit of excitement in his job. He eyed the two men in the lobby, they seemed to be trying their best to remain inconspicuous while taking a odd interest in the foyer's plant life. They were a funny pair, journalists from Mytannion apparently. Something about that didn't ring true. There were no cameras so García assumed they were print journalists, but Mytanars can't read. Everyone knows that. They also only seemed to have one pencil between them. A pencil. Didn't journalists use pens? Or even a laptop. Although if they were to ever invest in a laptop they should probably treat it better than that pencil, he mused as the writing implement clattered against the floor again.

But what Jésus truly couldn't fathom was why they were here at all. Shortly after the military coup that toppled the previous regime the military government had found little use for a parliament and disbanded it. The building had been empty, caretaker aside, ever since. That was nearly two decades ago.

He didn't have the heart to tell them. But, he glanced at his watch, the soaps were starting soon and Jésus wanted to watch his stories. Three minutes until The Vain & The Vacuous, it should be a good one today. Adriana was coming out of her coma and only she knew that Julio was the illegitimate heir to the Balboa novelty sombrero making empire. Oooh, tense. But first he'd have to get rid of his two guests.

Jésus cleared his throat, there was one sure way in Delgado's Sargossa to get people moving. There were dissenters in every shadow and the much feared security forces took any allegation of sedition brutally seriously. Yep, this should do it.

"SPIES! There's Spies in the building!"

They froze, then fled out the door as if the very hounds of hell were after them. Jésus smiled and returned to his television.

[Turori]

EELS GET ANOTHER VICTORY AT HOME
Second Straight Home Win gives Hope for Future

While their odds at any chance at a qualification run in World Cup 58 Qualifying are now slim to none, the Turori National Team's second consecutive home victory is started to give hope that they aren't so... hopeless.

The Eels previously defeated Kalumba at the Coliseum of the Inurahtii by a scoreline of 3-1. Now, the have defeated Sjovenia by a 1-0 scoreline at the Cednia Beach Center in Cednia, Turori.

The Coach for the match was Kirby Hurst from Civil Citizenry.

Hurst was a member of the Civil Citizenry national team back in the day when it was just getting started, so is familiar with nations returning/debuting on the International Stage. While Turori is by no means new to the international stage, there is not one player on the Turori National team that has ever played an international match prior to this World Cup Qualifying campaign, so they may as well be.

Hurst played for Civil Citizenry in World Cups 54 and 55, as well as playing in the ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUK league for the Lalard Tanks. Hurt believe that, if given the full time managers position, that he could lead the Eels back to the World Cup Finals by World Cup 60.

As one of the few manager to lead the Eels to a victory thus far this season, he may be right. Hurst decided to move Cediici Tzatzos in from the wing to a center midfield role, and it paid off as Tzatzos recorded the game winning goal in the 78th minute.

Hurst also made full use of his substitutions, including giving some playing time to backup goalkeeper Mumau Atla-Siioai who played 25 minutes. Also playing about 25 minutes was Jukkia Diijelhma, who came in for Raso Tareak, and Tiika Diirotora, who entered the match in place of Vrotaoa Lorasoiba.

With two matches remaining in the first round of the Football Association of Turori Manager Trials, It would seem likely that Frederick Anxscht of LandereienKirby Hurst of Civil Citizenry, both having led the Eels to victory, are all but shoe ins to be invited back for a second match. Lambert Spiedel (CH) and Charmunny manager Gerard O'Shaughnessy likely will have their fate decided by the Eels next match results.

Turori Goalscorers::
78' Cediici Tzatzos


Sjovenia Goalscorers::
-None-

Turori

Best Player: Liinai Zakazaka
Worst Player: Loala Kigoouao
Shots on Target: 2
Corner Kicks: 2

Sjovenia

Best Player: ML
Worst Player: MR
Shots on Target: 2
Corner Kicks: 4


Turori Eels Lineup ::
[GK] Ronji Miiastara, [D] Yoains Konoaafeo, [D] Lioniaa Tana, [D] Diauro Dlaminii, [UT] Restiaa Mumamba, [ML] Rikko Rawaii, [MC] Cediici Tzatzos, [MC] Vrotaoa Lorasoiba, [MR] Raso Tareak, [FC] Liinai Zakazaka, [FC] Loala Kigoouao
BENCH::
[FC] Anuh Ciniima, [FC] Jukkia Diijelhma, [M] Tiika Diirotora, [M] Rutaj Ranaso, [UT] Balariita Muzmaara, [D] Noa-isinao Wioauoi, [GK] Mumau Atla-Siioai

Turori Substitutions::
(64) - Ronji Miiastara >>> Mumau Atla-Siioai
(67) - Raso Tareak >>> Jukkia Diijelhma
(68) - Vrotaoa Lorasoiba >>> Tiika Diirotora



Turori Eels WC58 Coaching Trial Schedule
MD1: Lambert Spiedel (CH) @.Switzida [L 1-2]
MD2 BYE
MD3: Brian Ying Uing (TAE) @.Chenkorya [L 0-3]
MD4: Gerard O'Shaughnessy (ANC) @.Qazox [L 1-2]
MD5: Frederick Anxscht (LAN) v.Kalumba [W 3-1]
MD6: Mikael Gibbons (DAR) @.Virabia [L 1-3]
MD7: Kirb Hurst (CvC) v.Sjovenia [W 1-0]
MD8: Vladimir O'Shea (EFL) v.Homelands Our
MD9: Niko Mareak (PIS) @.Wolfmanne

MD10: Invitee #1 v. Switzida
MD11 BYE
MD12: Invitee #2 v. .Chenkorya
MD13: Invitee #3 v. .Qazox
MD14: Invitee #4 @ .Kalumba

MD15: Finalist #1 v. .Virabia
MD16: Finalist #2 @ .Sjovenia

MD17: TBD @.Homelands Our
MD18: TBD v.Wolfmanne

[Jeruselem]

Jeruselem striker Romana and fellow Qazian Princess Sofia Michelle Dallas ...

Sofia: Well done girl, you saved us from embarassment.
Romana: Aw, I was just doing my job.
Sofia: What don't you have a surname, by the way.
Romana: Um, it got left off my birth certificate.
Sofia: OK
Romana: I know ...
Sofia: Anyway, why are you here instead of over there.
Romana: Well, I'm stuck here I guess.
Sofia: Well, I think Jeruselem is best place in world for girl to live.
Romana: Certainly far from the worst place.
Sofia: Hey, look you can be lot better. You just need confidence in yourself.
Romana: I guess I'm always self doubting.
Sofia: Exactly, step out there. Don't hold back.
Romana: I wish I was confident.
Sofia: Hey you're young, you've got time on your side.
Romana: I don't have a lot money either.
Sofia: Um, well ... hey, not everyone can be a Princess.
Romana: I guess I have to work harder.
Sofia: Got a boyfriend?
Romana: Err, no.
Sofia: What? What's the matter.
Romana: Um, I'm too shy I guess.
Sofia: Be more aggressive baby.
Romana: I'm guess I am a striker, I have to be like that.
Sofia: Exactly, kick ass.
Romana: I guess.
Sofia: Hey, I can help you get surname. So what is really?
Romana: Um, Dimley.
Sofia: Romana Dimley, Christ that sounds awful.
Romana: Yeah.
Sofia: Um, what about Perry.
Romana: OK, better than Dimley.

[Vilita]

VILITA IMPROVE DURING BYE WEEK

Defeats and Not Playing Actually Help the Jungle Cats Chances

Just one match day ago, it all looked lost for the Jungle Cats who felt like they were six points out of the qualification zone and slipping away. Now, the Jungle Cats have had their bye week, and sit just 3 points behind the top two nations, leaving hope that they can still press for a playoff spot in Group 10 with improvements in their results during the second half of qualifications.

The Vilita National Team will also be boosted by defeat. Jungle Strike FC, the Champions of the Vilitan League, have been eliminated from the Atlantian Oceania Champions League by Hondo FC of Valanora. While a dissapointing defeat for the club side, many in Vilita had wondered if the clubs advances in the Atlantian Oceania Champions League was hurting the performances of the Vilita National Team.

In the Jungle Strike FC Lineup, Starting Vilitan Players including Nycflala Kater, Ritopa Simafela, Miiara Makose, Retiso Buran, Jomur Hulyer, Aniara Jiurjai and Viji-mara Lawaai are all now freed up in their travel, and training schedules, to join up with the Vilitan National Team for full weeks of preparation before a match, which should improve the Jungle Cats preparation in the build up to important matches like the one against Saugeais.

Even the Turori National Team has been boosted after the elimination of Strike FC from the Atlantian Oceania Champions League, with Strike midfielder Cedicii Tzatzos scoring for the first time at the International Level in their 1-0 victory over Sjovenia.

Sadness still abounds in Lonngeylin due to the dissapointing defeat of Lonngeylin's star club and the Vilitan League Champions. The sadness, however, is nothing a few Victories couldn't cure, especially victory against Saugeais.