Apox Returns to the World Cup - Better Off Out in the Cold?
by Clement Ashley
It's been a fairly inauspicious start to the World Cup for the returning Apoxian team. First, a mauling in a friendly against finals co-hosts and twelfth ranked Bonesea which proved that Apox really cannot expect to return straight to being regarded as one of the better footballing nations in the world. Then, in their first proper qualifying match, a painful 3-0 loss to a middling Sameba side, which asks the question - will the team be able to perform at any acceptable level any time soon.
This also comes during a turbulent time in the still young institution of the IFA. Sammie Puskas is officially being investigated for drunken conduct during the World Cup Qualifying Group Draw, which perhaps wasn't the best way for our FA's President to be carrying herself in a high profile, worldwide event.
Additionally, and even at this early stage, there are claims from within the half built "Apoxian Development Complex" that there are already rifts in the national team squad, both between players and between the national team manager, Gavin Hughes and unnamed players.
In the midst of these poor results on the pitch, and chaos off it, we, the public, can only ask ourselves, was Apox's return from international wilderness really worth it?
James Purkike, head groundsman at the ADC, had this to say regarding the matter....
Sammie Puskas fairly flung that mornings copy of the International Post at Gavin Hughes and Luxulya St. Cleer who were sat opposite her across the desk of her spacious, open-plan office at the top of the ADCs office block. Pausing to read it for a second, Gavin was the first to speak up,
"Look Sammie, Clement Ashley is the most scathing football writer in Apox..."
"Shut it Gavin, I don't want to hear the excuses. You're not the only one who's fucked up recently, so..."
"Don't you fucking take your anger out on me then Sammie! I have been working incredibly hard, I can't help it if Alpha Gandhi is a little diva shit!"
"That little diva shit is also head and shoulders the best player on our joke of a national team in case you hadn't noticed!"
"GUYS! SHUT THE FUCK UP" shouted Luxulya St. Cleer, who had up to that point watched the increasingly heated exchange in silence. Stunned, Sammie and Gavin shut their mouths and turned to look at the most junior member of the room, both in years and position within the IFA.
"I know we're getting slammed from all side right now..."
"You can say that again, I've got a government investigation so far up my arse I think they're gonna rupture my stomach" Luxulya gave Sammie a pointed look. She could be fierce when she wanted to,
"As I was saying, we're getting shit from all sides now, but fighting amongst ourselves, and with the team, isn't going to improve things. Clement Ashley is a weasely little shit anyway." Gavin looked back to Sammie,
"Sorry about my outburst, out of order I know. I'll sort the team out, hopefully we'll get a result against Legatorum. I'll even let Alpha start this time, hopefully he can set about them in the right way."
Sammie nodded,
"He better, otherwise he'll be having a chat with me and I can be even more stern than I've been today. He's our best player, but he should still be dropped if he's not up for putting in the effort," Raised eyebrows from both Luxulya and Gavin, "sorry, I won't interfere with the team. Just not as fun sitting in here writing emails and dealing with scumbags all day. Anything else to discuss?" Two heads shaking in silence told her all she needed to know, "Very well, I'll let you get on then."
As Luxulya and Gavin made their way to the door, she received an email from Jack Caalinyaki, her assistant, entitled "Contigency plans for the management". Best to be safe.
Line-up for Legatorum
GK: Jadranka Steele
RD: Helios Richardson
CD: Eurwen Raynerson
CD: Osmosis Gandhi
LD: James Fowey
DM: Bryton Menheniot
RM: Imriel Townsend
CM: Llorent Llangolan
LM: Titan Vladimirescu
ST: Alpha Gandhi (c)
ST: Winston Arrowsmith