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Postby Free Republics » Sat Jun 24, 2017 5:13 pm

MilaneseDome, Wortana, Keronama, Free Republics

Love Holm and Kalervo Peltola scored early goals but that hadn't been enough for Republican National Soccer Team, LLC as Damukuni came from behind with two goals, one just before halftime and another just after halftime to tie the match at 2 apiece. Those goals came just in time for the away side as heavy rain had begun falling outside and the roof of the MilaneseDome suddenly began opening as the 2nd half began, letting the rain fall onto the pitch. For the remainder of the match, the torrential downpour effectively eliminated any scoring opportunities for either side and the team representing the Free Republics had escaped a tough first challenge with a draw. This was a shocking turn of events as the MilaneseDome's retractable roof had not been used in years ever since the mechanical parts to open it had broken down and the city government of Wortana had refused to fix the stadium's roof deeming it a "non-essential" repair.

A few months earlier, Soccer General Rule Theriault had approached some of his corporate sponsors and had specifically asked them to repair the roof on the off chance that it might prove a useful surprise at some point. Surprisingly, they agreed to fund the renovations to the roof. The funds had been allocated and a construction team had begun working on the roof in secret when the stadium was closed. This renovation to the stadium was finally finished just 3 days before the start of World Cup Qualifying. As the news of the successful renovation was relayed to the Soccer General, he checked the forecast for Wortana and decided that scheduling the opening match of World Cup Qualifying for that stadium would be appropriate. While he did not expect his team to secure a significant lead early, his contingency plan was in place.

After Peltola scored his goal to put RNSC up 2 goals to nil, Theriault grabbed his phone and called his temporary employee. The temporary employee answered and told the Republican manager that he'd open the roof right away. Unfortunately for Theriault, the employee just so happened to be on his way to the concession stand and, since he was just hired for this one game anyway, he decided to just go to the concession stand and buy his dinner instead of following Theriault's orders immediately. When he finished his dinner, he rushed up several flights of stairs to the middle deck and then to the upper deck before walking clear to the other side of the stadium. Finally, he happened across the secret room where the roof controls were located, which was always kept locked. He grabbed his copy of the key to the room and opened the room then finally was able to hit the big red button on the wall that opened the roof. Out on the pitch, the roof began to open over the pitch while the bleachers remained under the cover of the roof.

Following the match, Soccer General Rule Theriault was livid that the employee had taken so long to open the roof but he was unable to find this individual, who quickly collected his pay and left the stadium. Theriault entered his team's locker room angry and frustrated that his team had lost 2 points because of an incompetent employee but with press conferences coming up, the "Soccer General" had to quickly compose himself. When the reporter for Sporting World asked him what had happened, Theriault responded "I have no idea but I think its a shame that some idiot opened the roof and robbed us of our opportunity to win that match." The following day, Sporting World's lead story was about the investigation by local police into how the roof had been unexpectedly opened but the police had discovered that all of the security cameras around the control room for the roof had been mysteriously disabled. The local Chief of Police released a statement to the media stating, "We are investigating the bizarre and unlawful opening of the retractable roof of the MilaneseDome. We are also investigating how this roof was repaired. Public property cannot be lawfully repaired without the proper approvals from the right regulatory bodies. We ask that anybody with information regarding the incident, which happened during a soccer match, please come forward immediately."

OOC: Just to make this explicit, if it wasn't clear enough already from the context of my RP: ICly, only the Republican National Team, those hired by them and those involved in funding the repair of the roof have any knowledge of these events and they aren't talking. To the media, this is just a bizarre and unexplained incident. To the police in Wortana, it is a crime for which they have no leads at the moment.
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Postby Damukuni » Sat Jun 24, 2017 5:22 pm

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Damukuni draws against Free Republics
2-2 draw starts quest for 2nd qualification

Staff Report

Quebecois-Damukunian captain Jannie-Aurelia Jones and substitute Anaya Koike scored two goals in the first leg of the Damukuni-Free Republics series at the MilaneseDome in Wortana to draw the match, 2-2.

Two shots early in the game by Kalervo Peltola (16') and Love Holm (22') gave the Republican squad a 2-0 lead, which they carried into halftime, but Koike stepped up, substituting for Semia Sendō in the 56th minute and immediately firing off an answer to the first goal within seconds of stepping onto the field. Jones, her World Cup captaincy on the line, took a second shot in the 79th minute that bounced off Republican goalkeeper Stig Roivas' hand and into the upper left corner to draw the game.

In the post-game conference, Jones mentioned the surprising absence of manager Wisdom Tracey.

"No one [on the team] knows where she went," Jones stammered through tears. "Sh-she was an in-inspiration to all of us, and she-she --" She walked off, sobbing, unable to finish. First-team coach Nagayo Yamamoto finished Jones' remarks.

Yamamoto said that "the search [for Tracey] continues nationally, although OASIS [Damukuni's counterintelligence service] have been notified, if it may come to that."

A call to the Damukuni Football Association headquarters in Atarashii-Damushuto went unanswered.

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Postby Spaam » Sat Jun 24, 2017 6:35 pm

"A what?", Farlinar Reyen blurted out.

"You heard me. Exactly what I just said.", Hewelan Faaberos replied.

"How can... I mean... its a vegetable!", spluttered Farlinar.

"If you knew your history, you'd know that sentient Giant Zucchinis used to be some of the best players in the world, and even won the third World Cup. This is... apparently... a clone. Of one of the greatest players to have ever existed. Who will now be playing for our team, so we should be thankful." Hewelan looked around the room at his team, who looked back at him with a range of different expressions, but most of them involving some sort of bewilderment. He'd known this day was coming, since he was briefed by the powers that be, but he'd hoped that something would go wrong, or they would change their minds, so he would never have to have this talk. But everything was going to plan, or so he was told, and now he was up here trying to explain to his team that that empty forward position was to filled by a, admittedly very talented, Giant Zucchini.

His keeper, both national and club level, broke the silence. "I still don't understand why we need clones in our team. This isn't basketball; we have an incredible pool of talent across the kingdom," Oridul Inasys said. "Shouldn't we just try to win... normally?"

"We all have our opinions, Oridul," replied Hewelan, "but this has been decided by the S.F.A., and we know that the S.F.A. answers directly to His Royal Highness. They have decided that our best chance to win the World Cup is to have the best players in the world, of all time. And so we shall acquiesce to their commands. Besides, I'm sure Urk is a great, er, fellow."

Saldiane Helemar piped up. "Wait, are you implying that we might have more clones coming into the team? Taking our spots?"

If he wasn't uncomfortable before, Hewelan certainly was now. "Ummm... this is the only player that they have informed me about. I am not about to anticipate the whims of those that allow us to represent our nation." He took a deep breath. "Okay, he'll be here shortly, so let's get changed and warmed up. Thalia, you're in charge of making sure he knows our plays."




"He doesn't say much, does he?", whispered Gibelar Ralora to his twin sister.

Briddara shook her head in agreement. "I haven't heard him say a single word this past month. But you gotta admit, he can play."

The team was in Ko-oren, on the day before their opening qualifying match. Gibelar and Briddara stood at the side of the pitch, watching the forwards perfect their skills. "I'm still not convinced, though," Gibelar said pensively. "I agree he's good, really good, but he's not one of us. Even those Guayabalanese, they embraced our culture, they're part of the team. Urk is..."

"A thing?", Briddara added helpfully.

"Yeah. And not just because he's, you know, a giant vegetable with legs." Gibelar agreed. "We've played against Drawkland, you know I'm not prejudiced." He shook his head. "Urk doesn't seem..."

"I know what you mean." Briddara fixed her ponytail as she spoke. "Its hard to put into words, but even though he looks like a footballer, no matter how strange, and he plays like a footballer, he isn't really a footballer."

"Argh," Gibelar grunted in frustration. "You know we gotta just get used to it. And he's on your wing, so you'll be the one passing to him."

"I know!" Briddara raised her hands in the air. "On the bright side though," she grinned as she spoke, "yelling 'URK!' is easier than 'MERLARA'."




And a late goal to Ko-oren was not enough as the Spaamanians ran away with victory. A first-half goal to Orange and Black superstar Merlara Sehelin gave them the lead going into the break, but it was the pin-point accurate strike from new recruit Urk early in the second that cemented the win. And if the fans didn't know what to make of the unorthodox forward before the match,
he is certainly a crowd favourite now...


"Urk! URK!" Rogdor Kelphine, called out to the tall, green forward. "We're going out to celebrate, come join us!"

"..."

"You score the winner, man!", Rogdor implored. "We're shouting you! Why do you think Sehelin never pays?"

"..." Urk turned around and walked back to his room.

"Wow... what a party-pooper," Rogdor said to himself. "Takilia, wait for me! I gotta show you my new dance moves..."

As the Giant Zucchini slowly ambled to his room, his coach, Hewelan, watched him carefully. He'd done everything that was expected as a player, more even, but there was something... In any case, his bosses had been proven right. A goal on his debut had justified their decision. Their next opponent wouldn't be so easy though, as there were few nations with an older rivalry with Spaam than Krytenia...
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Postby Ethane » Sat Jun 24, 2017 6:35 pm

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And So We Begin

A new manager and new tactics: how will Ethane fare in the wake of these sweeping changes?

The Red Kites were on the top of the world. They qualified for the World Cup; reached the highest point of their career to date. They had finally made their dream, 4 editions in the team's existence in the 77th World Cup. The performance in the actual World Cup groups was not amazing. Nevertheless, they finally saw over the hill to a new step towards stardom.

Then it all came crashing down. Steeling left the Red Kites for Super-Llamaland. Many of his staff left at the same time. The team then had an abysmal Campionato Esportiva, crashing out in the groups near the bottom; one of their worst footballing performances to date. Gavin Comi was rushed in as a new manager - he had appeared to excel at Loconstead United, providing consistency and solid leadership to bring the team success; three 3rd place finishes and a 1st place finish in the Explosive League. Consistency was, after all, what the national team needed the most after Steeling left.

Yet consistency was far from what Comi brought to the team. He uprooted the very foundations of the national team. He changed the tactics; switching from a fairly defensive style (-3) to a much more aggressive, attacking style (+4). He some of the backroom staff. He changed some of the players. Comi changed the national team to beyond recognition.

That is the state of the Ethanian national football team entering this World Cup. A lack of identity. Confusion amongst the ranks. Unrest amongst the players. A new but unpopular manager at the helm. And a group of old players, many of whom will be looking to retire at the end of this cycle.


New Danican 3–2 Ethane
In the first of the 5 pre-World Cup friendlies played by the national team, the game against New Danican proved to be a rather disappointing and demoralising one for the team, angering those who were already angry with the decisions of the manager. The match started well for the Red Kites, with Seth Cunningham of Salisbury scoring a screamer from 25 yards, the goalkeeper unable to react fast enough. Another goal was added to the tally when veteran Dewayne Boivin chipped it over the New Danician goalkeeper in the box in a one-on-one situation in the 43rd minute, giving Ethane a 2-0 lead going at half-time.

However, the Red Kites were unable to replicate their form of the first half in the second and collapsed in the face of renewed vigour from the New Danicians. Joe Henderson was unable to stop a beautiful shot from the opposition in the 53rd minute which brought them back into the game. A failure in communication between Kyle Cooper and Caleb Powell in the 75th minute also gifted the New Danician team a goal when they were able to pass it around Henderson. Powell was immediately changed out for Cook straight after the goal was scored. However, it was the New Danician goal in 87th minute that demoralised the Red Kites going into the remainder of their friendly matches and the World Cup Qualifiers. In what is a testament against the style employed for the national team by Comi when the players are more used to a defensive system, the players all surged forward in attack, trying to drive one final goal home to take the victory. However, the New Danician team were able to get the Red Kites on the counter to their surprise, leaving the strikers of the opposition with an easy shot against just Henderson.

Just 1 game into Comi's managership and problems can already be seen arising amongst the team. Not only do the players seem not just uncomfortable, but outright unsure as to how to play in this aggressive system, but they seem to dislike Comi with a passion. The failure to execute the strategy properly can be put down to poor preparation in training for using this system, because of the relatively recent introduction of the system and because of the unwillingness of the players to use this system, most of whom hold a preference towards a more defensive style of play.

Players
GK: Joe Henderson
LCB: Bruce Washington
CB: Kyle Cooper
RCB: Caleb Powell
LM: Grady Stevens
CM: Byron Sodl
RM: Branden Veresoto
CAM: Joseph Owen
LF: Dewayne Boivin (C)
CF: Seth Cunningham
RF: Samuel Mitchell
Subs
'58: Hayden Watts/Samuel Mitchell
'68: Keith Snyder/Joseph Owen
'75: Joshua Cook/Caleb Powell
Goals
Seth Cunningham ('15); Dewayne Boivin ('43)
Striker A ('53); Striker B ('75); Striker A ('87)
Assists
Byron Sodl ('15); Joseph Owen ('43)


Ethane 1–0 Eshan#ESHANE
A strong showing in this match has done very little to instill any confidence in the system employed by the manager, Gavin Comi. Only securing a narrow win against a team slightly lower in the rankings is just a tad embarrassing for a new manager who came in changing everything around. This victory is far from the levels of embarrassment the manager received in the loss against New Danican, but it is an embarassment for Comi. Nonetheless, a victory is a victory and one that shows Ethane can still win games. This was an important match for the Red Kites, and they delivered, albeit unconvincingly.

In the first half, it appeared Eshan had the upper-hand, dominating possession and making all the shots. However, some strong defensive work from the back three ensured that the game remained goalless - a testament to the STRONG DEFENSIVE CAPABILITIES of the Ethanian national football team. However, the game became a lot more evenly matched in the second half, with neither team dominating and both teams managing decent shots on goal. However, it came down to a battle of the keepers in this game rather than a battle of the strikers, and it was Joe Henderson, rather than Aurélian Gautier that won out. A catastrophic error for Gautier in the 78th minute, in which he slipped up which diving, preventing him from quite reaching the shot, saw Jaurequi score the winning goal for Ethane.

This was a testament to the strong defensive capabilities of the Ethanian players, and the resilience they have shown in the face of drastic changes in the style of play. Nothing in this game boasts confidence in an aggressive style of play, and will have done nothing to calm the nerves amongst Ethanian commentators about the national team's chances of repeating last edition's feat.

Players
GK: Joe Henderson
LCB: Bruce Washington
CB: Kyle Cooper
RCB: Joshua Cook
LM: Grady Stevens
CM: Dexter Stevens
RM: Branden Veresoto
CAM: Joseph Owen
LF: Julian Harrington (C)
CF: Seth Cunningham
RF: Wilmer Jaurequi
Subs
'63: Kevyn Stidolph/Grady Stevens
'77: Darien Fear/Bruce Washington
'84: Julian West/Seth Cunningham
Goals
Seth Cunningham ('77)
Assists
Joseph Owen ('77)


Super-Llamaland 4–3 Ethane
Playing against the team your previous manager moved to isn't always the best idea, as the manager always has inside knowledge as to the players and the style of play which the opposition team faces. However, because of the sudden changes brought in by Comi, the team follows a very different style of play of that followed by Steeling. Yet he still knows about the weaknesses of the players, and his exploitation of this helped to secure the victory in the end for Super-Llamaland.

Super-Llamaland is amongst the strongest of the teams Ethane has and will face in the pre-World Cup friendlies. And they showed this is the gameplay, dominating for large periods of time and pushing the Red Kites to the limit. This isn't accurately reflected in the result. While Ethane got a few lucky potshots, Super-Llamaland were consistently hammering the Ethanian defence who struggled to maintain structure with the changes in tactics brought in by Comi.

Super-Llamaland started off strong, Sophia Trevalyan netting a confident and powerful game in the 9th minute. This really set the tone for the first half and much of the match; the Tigers dominant with the Red Kites clinging on for dear life. Ansel Penbrooke scored a second for Super-Llamaland in the 30th minute, giving the Tigers a confident lead and a secure position in the game. However, the Red Kites got lucky on the counter attack, with Keith Snyder able to net a stunning goal that the keeper didn't think would go in, placing the Ethanians right back in the game in the 38th minute.

Super-Llamaland started the second half much as the way they did in the first half, setting the tone with a very rapid goal from Trevalyan in the 48th minute. The Red Kites were having none of it though, and in their only period of real dominance and power in the game from the 60th to the 70th minute, were able to level the game with two goals in quick succession. A goal by Seth Cunningham in the 63rd minute firmly set victory back in the sight of the Ethanians and inspired the team to more. A third goal by Thomas Peone in the 66th minute then levelled the game and put it into the balance, with both teams seemingly in reach of victory. However, after the levelling the Red Kites let the attack slack a bit and allowed the Tigers to reassert their dominance in the game. This allowed Trevelyan to net a hat trick goal in the 80th minute, to which Ethane had no response, giving the Tigers the pre-World Cup friendly victory.

The attacking side of Comi's tactics was finally revealed in this game, yet it still remains inefficient in application. Furthermore, the poor defensive game played by Ethane highlighted the problems that Comi's tactics would face in the Ethanian team; they were not used to a weaker defence so were overwhelmed by a stronger side.

Players
GK: Joe Henderson
LCB: Bruce Washington
CB: Darien Fear
RCB: Daniel Moore
LM: Grady Stevens
CM: Dexter Stevens
RM: Branden Veresoto
CAM: Keith Snyder
LF: Hayden Watts
CF: Seth Cunningham
RF: Dewayne Boivin (C)
Subs
'60: Thomas Peone/Hayden Watts
'65: Samuel Mitchell/Seth Cunningham
'65: Andrew Biley/Branden Veresoto
Goals
Keith Snyder ('38); Seth Cunningham ('63); Thomas Peone ('66)
Sophia Trevalyan ('9)('48)('80); Ansel Penbrooke ('30)
Assists
Dexter Stevens ('38); Branden Veresoto ('63); Andrew Biley ('66)
Elias Møller ('9)('30); Eva Velasquez ('48); Damian Bao ('80)

Watch out for part 2 tomorrow


Lineup vs Garifunya
GK: Brody Church
LCB: Bruce Washington
CB: Darien Fear
RCB: Joshua Cook
LM: Kevyn Stidolph
CM: Dexter Stevens
RM: Branden Veresoto
CAM: Joseph Owen
LF: Dewayne Boivin (C)
CF: Samuel Mitchell
RF: Wilmer Jaurequi


Record and Schedule to be released after the match reports tomorrow.
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Postby Soltsteed » Sat Jun 24, 2017 7:37 pm

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access list dispute leads soltsteedish clubs to leave the premier esportivan club competition

GRANDSTRASSE, St Christopher — After controversy between the Royal Soltsteedish Football Federation and Esportivan Football Confederation over the access list for the Campionato Esportivano di Campeones, the RSFB Executive Committee has unanimously approved a formal withdrawal from future editions until the access list is “corrected”.

In a statement earlier today, the Royal Soltsteedish Football Federation stated that it “firmly believes that the structuring of the Campionato Esportivano di Campeones access list on the basis of UICA club coefficients is a grave mistake. If seeding by club coefficient stands for future editions of the Campionato, Soltsteedish clubs will fully withdraw from the tournament.”

At their annual policy meeting in the Soltsteedish capital, the Executive Committee unanimously approved a resolution withdrawing Soltsteed from Esportiva’s premier club football competition. According to the resolution, participation in UICA competitions and the Campionato Esportiva, a tournament for national teams, will not be affected.

The controversy was set into motion when SIS FC won the Retour, the second tournament in the annual Gold Division. Ōtachi Audfort, who had won the Depart, finished with a superior aggregate record, thereby securing Soltsteed’s lone Champions’ Cup berth and, as the RSFB incorrectly presumed, entry into the CEdC with superior seeding.

Upon the release of the access list, which assigned Ōtachi Audfort to play Thalamascian club AE Knaxii in the preliminary round and SIS FC to receive a bye to the first round, Ōtachi supporters immediately became irate.

“We put in the work and would have won the season if there were only one champion,” Audfort native Michäl Tomassen told STN Sport. “It’s an utter insult to the city and the county of Audfort. We were the best team, so why do we have to go through the preliminaries?”

Even SIS supporters weren’t happy. “It’s an utter farce,” lifelong SIS supporter Marianne van de Licht told STN. “First all these Guayabalense wins, then this? I don’t care if it helped SIS. It’s still bullshit.”

“Skiff-in-Strasse Footballsclub stands with Ōtachi Audfort on the issue of the CEdC seeding,” the St Christopher club stated in a press release ahead of the tournament. “SIS FC firmly believes that association champions—or in the case of the Soltsteedish Championship, the champions with the superior aggregate record—must not start before their intra-associational rivals. SIS FC should have entered in the same round as or prior to Ōtachi Audfort; any other scheduling would be an insult to Ōtachi’s performance during the previous Mästerheid.”

In protest, Ōtachi Audfort named the SIS FC youth team to play in the preliminary round, with SIS naming the Ōtachi youth team in their tie against New Llama Capitals of Super Llamaland. Both Soltsteedish clubs were eliminated in the first round.

“We are grateful to Skiff-in-Strasse Footballsclub for their support in this matter,” Ōtachi manger Pieter Grönfeud told press after their second leg match in the preliminary round. “The club and our supporters are stinging from this betrayal by the Confederation and the Soltsteedish Commonwealth are united in the belief that the access list is unacceptable.”

After the first leg of their first round tie, SIS manager Gay Ware reciprocated the Sealandish club’s sentiments. “We stand in solidarity with our fellow champions. We share their position, namely that this access list is a joke. It is an insult to Ōtachi and their supporters, who were far and away the best team of the season. We hope that the organisers will recognise that they have made an error in judgement and not repeat this farce in the next edition.”

When CEGC officials attempted to justify the access list by claiming “tradition”, RSFB General Secretary Aleksänder Mätssen simply said that “[s]ome traditions, like round-robin World Cup qualifiers, are worth keeping. And some traditions are worth abandoning.” •
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-The government announces a plan to try to save the electric ochotonid from extinction using animals that are currently in zoos.They plan to keep them and use breeding technics since they are one animal that the nation is reallyinterested,but they can't be seen anymore in the wild.And maybe others living since a whole ecossystem has disappeared,but for now only they are confirmed to be at the government's efforts for preservation.
-And now the World Cup,Natanians and Nosts is fourth and started the Qualifiers with a draw.
"The game started really well when Ion Cáius Ademélsson almost scored,but the goalkeeper from Garifunya defended the ball in a really impressive manner.Then five minutes later one of the strikers from Garifunya came really close to scoring,but João Foster managed to keep our goal safe,then the game stagnated untill the 30th minute when Natan Nínnio Gonçalo scored the first goal of the match,and the last fifteen minutes of the game was only attack from Natanians and Nosts,with a honourable mention to this beautiful shoot by Mihail Heitor Fostar.
"The second period started with a fault for Natanians and Nosts,but the goalkeeper from Garifunya did a really great job deffending both the free kick and the two shoots tha followed it.Gabriel Ápio Silva 'frightened' the supporters when he felt his legs,but it was only cramps and he could proceed playing.At the 38th minute,of the second period,Garifunya scored their goal tieing the game in a goal scored with the head.Natanians and Nosts had only one more chance before the game end,but the goalkeeper deffended it."
-And this leaves our team in a position that is not excellent,but it in't really bad.They will face Mattijana at the next matchday.
-Yes Ion,and now the nation still did not announce its athlet...
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Postby San Jose Guayabal » Sat Jun 24, 2017 8:20 pm

CHAOS
Chapter Two: The Aftermath.


One day after the savage and cruel act committed against the players of La Selecta, one day after losing the second World Cup Final in two appearances for La Selecta, things were totally out of control in San José Guayabal, the government was in shock in order to control the situation, constant reports and even accusations were flooding the offices of the Guayabalense diplomacy headquarters, asking the government for clarification of what have happened that night, since the different media outlets reported the happenings perfectly as expected, since everybody is on the spotlight during the World Cup final. This would be a curious instance in the history of Multiversal football, the first time where the runner-up totally robbed the front page of media, not by something good, rather, something tragic, something totally shocking from a nation that usually tends to excel multiversally due to their low rates of violence daily, though being known as exporters of violence due to hooliganism issues or drug dealing business, since Guayabalense black market is as big as the government, despite the Guayabalense government Is big by nature. The government was in a weird situation, being between the sword and a wall, they were at the verge of being accused at Esportivan tribunals for what had happened on said day, not because they weren’t unable to hand it, because a totally weird but expectable happening in a really passionate country.

San José Guayabal has the well-earned reputation for being the cradle of one of the most passionate people when it comes to sports, especially football, something that tends to be considered as a religion socially, where changing to one team to other that is the rival of the first club may be your one-way ticket to the graveyard, since it’s considered as disloyalty, something totally frowned upon in all the social sphere of San José Guayabal, so it’s expectable that pretty much anybody would do something considered as bad form or unappropriated when the national team gets defeated, even more reasonable after a World Cup final defeat. The situation in this exact scenario was the following: Police and army being a key part of the plot that finished the lives of twenty-four players of the national team, only Moreira, Núñez, Coco, Valencia, Bregoo and Fraser survived, the last two were spotted at Cosumar some weeks ago, apparently, they managed to leave together with Núñez, Coco and Moreira, who instead went to Spaam and now they are players of the Spaamian National Team. Returning to the important matter, the Government is now being accused of acting as a prominent part of the plot that happened at the San Salvador Central Square, how is the situation? According to some cables got from the ARINT (Royal Intelligence Agency) by WackoLeaks, high-profile commanders authorized to send shooting squads in order to assault the national team bus and deliver them to the horde of angry Guayabalenses present at the plaza. If this is confirmed as something real, the consequences for the government would be really hard, perhaps being banned by the World Assembly due to the violation of human rights, banned by the NSWC or the Esportivan Union.

The consequences of a ban of such kind would be devastating for San José Guayabal, since it’s a highly dependent economy from oil and green energy exports, a ban would close a big share of the Guayabalense market and thus, limit the earnings in the key Guayabalense industries… (What a simple football game can do!), then see a reduction of the GDP rounding 25-35% which would damage badly the welfare state of the government and let’s not talk about other key investments and multiversal reputation. The Public Ministry proceeded to start a nationwide investigation in order to found the responsible at giving the orders and the chain of executors of that savage act. According to the words of Ombudsman Juan Ferreira “The task will be difficult, but I promise to get this solved ASAP, if I fail, I’ll resign of my position as Ombudsman.” Those were quite serious words, but the possibility to achieve a resolution before the multiversal community does a verdict against San José Guayabal is real, since pressure will be present and it will be intense due to obvious reasons, since the government can’t allow themselves the shameful “privilege” of being shunned multiversally and then economically destroyed, apart that the need to settle down an example that the behavior displayed on the aftermath of the final can’t be accepted under any circumstance, so, there’s even possibilities to create a constitutional exception and apply the lethal injection to the criminals.

The phrase “lethal injection” has been feared and hated in San José Guayabal, by the fact of never been applied in the history of the country, in a legal system where jail condemnations are below 30 years, a legal system that focuses in rehabilitation rather than punishing your social sins, a really tolerant and permissive society may you say, but it’s part of the typical Guayabalense philosophy of “We all make sins” A politic that has proven to be ineffective in this exact circumstance, where the reputation of the country is walking through a needle crossing a gorge, a little mistake could lead to a catastrophe that would be extremely hard to recover and return to the actual situation of the country, society has never approved the usage of said punishment method in at least six constitutional referenda, where disapproval rates reached even 97% now, things could change since the impact in most of the populace after some hours of said crime has changed, now people can be heard saying “Well, we had a rant but we totally didn’t wanted this mess” or “What the hell did we just do.” The last expression is coherent with the general course of things, killing a golden generation by a defeat is extremely irrational, stupid and really dumb, something totally unexpected in a country with the best standards of education in the whole multiverse, I mean, the complete multiverse comes here in order to ask and how to replicate our educational model, and look what our citizens just did! Perhaps this is not a situation limited to sports, it’s a general situation crossing from social aspects to educational ones, is our educational system crumbling? Are we too focused on academic knowledge rather than forming humans with flesh and bones? Believe me, this is not a matter limited to football as some may thing, you are free to agree or disagree with me, but this is a real crisis of social identity of our country, we have just shown that some of us still behave like wild apes or gorillas, we have just shown to the entire multiverse that some of us still are uncivilized…

This is a thing that gives a lot to write, something that can be discussed hours and hours, non-stop if you analyze each factor of the complex amalgamation that we have socially, but the thing is resumed in the phrase “It’s San José Guayabal! Do you expect football to be taken lightly?” Totally no, but can we take it quite lighter?

Despite that, I’ll talk some things before getting in depth for the next episode… Football can be basically resumed in the Guayabalense opium, the elixir, the drug, the cathartic hobby of this populace that does 7 hours’ work journeys, so no excuses of a high amount of stress or something like that this chaotic relationship is derived from the usual behavior of the Guayabalense folk, a collective that always hate to being defeated, a folk that always wants to win and doesn’t stands seeing the party from the backstage, they always want to be on the stage and be protagonists, and this trend can be noticeable since the inception of the Guayabalense Liga Premier, since that, the teams always offer high bids to some of the best players multiversally, that’s why we always invest a lot, since we want to be the best on everything we do, call it ambition or bad attitude, we just want to excel as anybody does, please understand most of us, but not the others that go mental and try to do things violently….
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World Cup 78 - World Cup 77 Champions Tour Intro

Postby Vilita » Sat Jun 24, 2017 8:20 pm

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Football Association of Vilita, Tivali Ring Stadium, Alikki-Corra, Vilita :: First, the celebration.. The Euphoria.. The sheer joy. The Vilita Jungle Cats were World Cup Champions. Not just any World Cup, but World Cup 77. Then, as the disbelief turned into acceptance of reality - that Vilita had actually won the World Cup, officials at the Football Association of Vilita started planning what was next.

The Tropics of Vilita had won the World Cup before; twice in fact. Both times after winning the World Cup, however, Vilita's luck changed for the worse and on quick terms. Following their victory in World Cup 20 the Jungle Cats actually appeared poised to repeat and etch their name into World Cup lore - with visions of replacing Rejistania as the World Cup's most formidable side. With an unbeaten qualifying the Jungle Cats were well on their way until a road-block that would forever re-shape Vilitan sport. 8-7. The result of the Jungle Cats knockout round match against Bedistan. And it wasn't in the Jungle Cats favor. The freak result, still the most incredible high scoring non-lopsided result in the history of the World Cup, stole all the momentum out of the Vilitan train and set Vilitan footsport spiraling into the stone age for which they would not recover for over 40 Worlds Cup.

The Football Association of Vilita were determined not to let history repeat itself. For the first time in the history of the multiverse, there were Vilitan players who were two time World Cup Champion. Players like Zelkki Milake and Purapal Eskiiy who were just teenaged newcomers during World Cup 68 were now veterans on the verge of retirement but led their squad to World Cup 77 glory. Their fame in the Tropics was unrivaled. So great, in fact, that they were trending nearly as popular as the great Callum Banda.

To capitalize on this, the Football Association decided to go through a complete statistical update on all its players in this newly dubbed "Generation of Champions". Caps, Goals, Assists - Biographies. Everything would be updated - checked, double checked - then compared against the "Golden Generation" including Vilitan greats Callum Banda, Jim Vella, German Salomon and others. The celebration would take place throughout World Cup 78 Qualifying, with the data analysis being revealed on an as-available basis to give the public access to all the information gathered and collected by the Football Association.

Additionally, to ensure maximum exposure to the fan base, the Football Association would turn World Cup 78 Qualifying into a "Champions Tour" with the entire World Cup 77 squad on hand to meet the fans at every home qualifying match - even if those players were retired or not part of the playing squad. Of course, the World Cup would join them.

Each of the Jungle Cats 8 Qualifying matches would take place at a different stadium to ensure maximum exposure and outreach throughout the Vilitan Cove.

To get things started, the Analysis department at the Football Association of Vilita would start in the most obvious place - a Full statistical analysis of World Cup 77 itself. All the players from every match. Every Cap, Goal, Assist, Shutout. Every minute logged. It would all be documented and analyzed, ready for comparison directly to all the great Vilitan teams and players before them.

From there, the Football Association would complete statistical analysis of all prior campaigns. Then, they would branch out. All other factors. Marketing Campaigns. Punditry. Where matches were played. Where they were not. Whatever they did in the past, they needed to know... So they could do it differently this time around. So they could try to move themselves out of the bulging list of World Cup Champions and into the far smaller list of World Cup Dynasties.


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Postby Mriin » Sat Jun 24, 2017 8:32 pm

"Shit!" slipped out of Solara's mouth as she dug in her heel to reverse her momentum. Loynn's five defenders were clogging up their half of Haven Stadium wonderfully, and her normal fancy hoofwork wasn't getting anywhere. Tripping up Adam Watson didn't mean much when Jonny Carter was immediately on you, all while they still manage to maintain excellent pass coverage!

And this time, Mark Wilson swooped in from behind while she was contending with Watson and knocked the ball loose, and Watson did not miss a beat collecting it and storming back downfield. It had all the shades of the first Loynn goal--a hard and fast counterattack, taking advantage of the Mriinian side's aggressive positioning. She reacted as quickly as you could reasonably expect, and her long strides very quickly eliminated the head start Watson had gotten, but it was too late--Waterson, Nash, Carlson, and Rich were already in position, and Mriin's three backs just couldn't cover them all while the midfield was still playing catch-up. Watson waited as long as he could, squeezing every inch out of the breakaway as possible, until the sound of Solara's hoofbeats grew loud enough for him to lob a--slightly off kilter--pass forward. But that slight miscalculation of trajectory didn't mean much when Carlson was wide open; he easily adjusted to the pass, dribbled it once, and fired a scorching shot into the top-right corner of the Mriin goal. Zilia made a valiant leap, but the unpressured shot was simply too much, and Loynn was up 2-1.

Being so thoroughly contained--the normally high-octane Mriinian offense only managing to convert a chance corner kick with a Joren header--by the lowly-ranked Loynn side in front of the home fans had clearly rattled the midfield. Solara and Joren were pulling out all the stops they could to find a hole, but even if they had it seemed Janna and Wanny had no interesting in sending the ball up and risking another brutal counterattack. Loynn also kept the aggression to a minimum, spending their possessions kicking about the backfield; even they seemed surprised at how well they were doing.

Don let out a rumbling growl as he watched the time left in the first half tick away. "They don't think they can score on a straight-up attack."

Jorm, one of the new recruits to the team--a hotshot young forward from the who was keeping the otherwise underwhelming Troma AC afloat alongside Kalia--nodded enthusiastically. "They must have put a lot of work into those counterattacks, but apparently they forgot to practice taking initiative."

"Hmm," grumbled the dragon, giving Jorm another look-over. "Very perceptive. Have you any ideas how to exploit that?"

"Well, I'm certainly not the best shotcaller here, but if you're asking I'd say post an extremely aggressive defense. Push into their half while they're playing with themselves, and I bet they wouldn't know how to handle wrestling possession from them there. Shovel the ball over to Solara when they're off-balance and she should be able to slam it in, their goalkeeper doesn't seem nearly as confident as his backs."

"What a coincidence; that's very close to what I was thinking, as well. How about you," and Don took a moment to point a long claw at him, "get warming up, and you'll come in for Wanny come the second half? She seems a bit flustered that her first start isn't going well, and it seems you've got a plan to fix that."

Jorm couldn't hold back a stupid grin; he knew he had the skills to make it at this level of play, but so being thrusted on field and essentially being entrusted with the fate of the game in his very first chance at international play? It was feeding his ego, to say the least. "Sounds good to me! We'll have to get the rest of the team on-board for it, though."

"That's no worry; Solara and Zilia would love to take the fight to them, and the team naturally follows them. Joren might take some convincing, but he's a student of the game and will see the reason in it quickly, I'm sure."


Waterson dribbled the ball back to Nash, and the second half started quietly. Jorm didn't want to show his hand too quickly--let the Loynnians think they were still scared, and make them content to keep passive possession on top of their lead. And they did just that--Solara and Joren would halfheartedly contest whoever had the ball, and they'd just send it off to someone back field, who would make their way up and repeat the process.

It was at the 62' mark that enough had been enough, and Jorm gave a subtle hand signal to Kalia, who pressed forward and signaled that the plan was on. Solara descended on Carlson like a vulture, who nearly lost control of the ball just attempting to react to how quickly the towering Satyr was approaching. He tried going by their normal gameplay, and attempted a back pass to Hughes, but Joren had been paying very close attention to their passing patterns. He easily cut it off, and turned a quick pass halfway across the width of the pitch to a sprinting Kalia, and the hammer came down. All the midfield, and even Mari, stampeded through the Loynnian defense, short passes cutting through the disrupted defense until one found Jorm in box. He reared up to pelt it in, but noticed Weir between the posts had his eyes set dead on him; apparently he'd seen the way Jorm wormed his way in and correctly predicted he'd be the one to ultimately take the shot, and for a brief moment Jorm panicked that he couldn't get it past a keeper who had that much of a bead on him.

But only for a brief moment, as he just as quickly noticed Malia screaming into the box from the right wing. She'd managed to run fully around Carter, circling back in to on-bounds territory, and a quick adjustment in Jorm's kick scooped the ball, which she rebounded off her horns and over a dumbstruct Weir who'd laid out for what he was sure was Jorm's attempt to slide it into the bottom-right corner.

And with that, the wind was visibly taken out of Loynn's sails. Their defense that had been so impregnable the first half just got thoroughly routed, and it seemed like they'd completely lost confidence in their ability to keep that up. The rest of their game was scarred by half-baked, desperate attempts to retake the lead that just ended in simple turnovers as the ball was mishandled or there was simply no followup and the player who'd made the charge was ganged up on without repercussion. And the Loynn backfield that had felt so clogged in the first half lightened up tremendously, allowing Solara to penetrate deep and put constant constant pressure on Weir, who slipped up twice more--once to a long-range beam by Jorm while he had his eyes on Solara posturing in the box, and another by Solara herself as she just faked him out and scooted a dribble across the line.

As the final whistle blew, Jorm dropped to his knees and cupped his hands behind his head; the nearly fifty thousands Mriinians were going wild. I can't believe it. One game in and I'm a hero. He was quickly mobbed by the rest of the team, getting pulled to his hooves danced about. Sure, it was a game they should have won, at home against a lower-ranked side, but it ended up an adventure and everyone was ecstatic to start qualifiers off with a win. Joren kept apart from rest of the team's dancing about and shenanigannery, as usual, but he was smiling all the same when he pulled Jorm aside on the walk back to the lockers.

"I know you're riding high right now, and you deserve it--that was a hell of a game, and you played spectacularly. But remember who we were playing against; it'll only get harder from here, and the top teams won't fold over like that when you show them up. If anything they'll come at you harder, and you need to be prepared for that."

Jorm tried to put on a serious look, but there wasn't any way his smile was going away yet. "I hear you loud and clear, sir. I know I'm going to take my bumps at some point, but surviving those is how you get better, right?"

The senior strike couldn't help but let out a deep belly laugh at that. "Oh, yes, and I know that better than anyone. But we'll deal with it when the time comes--for tonight, the potions are on me."
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Postby Flardania » Sat Jun 24, 2017 8:49 pm

OOC: Had to type this during my work break. Match report will return next time.
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Kiri had a fresh outlook on competing but the losses they strung and for some pecuilar reason draws hurt more than losses especially when it's someone she should beat. True it was just one battle but every tournament that begins this way, is nothing but a bad omen usually. Kiri tightly gripped her Pokeball with her Gardevoir knocked out inside. She did not get it. Sure she did not use her Gardevoir since it was a Kirlia when she first begun her career, but everything seemed so fine. Her Gardevoir seemed so happy to be with her again but druing the battle. Her Gardevoir looked angry and frustrated not at the flow of the battle but......with her.

Flashback:

"Gardevoir use Protect!"
Kirishima commanded before being met by a glare. Gardevoir would end up in a double knock out with Soltseed's pokemon. Kirishima would end up bowing in respect to Soltseed before sprinting to the nearest Pokemon center. She needed advice from someone who knew more than her. Someone she did not talk to as much as she should. Her stelf-father, Acronius. Kirishima took a deep breath before making the video call hoping he wasn't busy in a match.

"Bonsoir! Acronius speaking. "
"......H-Hiya dad it's me....Kiri"
"Who?"
"Ugh Flardania, Dani"
"I'm just messing with you kiddo. What's up with the random call."
"I need advice dad. Not only did I draw but Gardevoir.....she gave me an icy glare when I told her to use protect. I know I haven't used her but she never looked that mad at me. "
"Hm.....when was the last time you battle with Kirlia while she was happy?"
"The Baptism of fire. why? "
"Did you ever use protect then?"
"No. I always used offensive move. "
"When you and ralts were little and watched wrestling. Do you remember that line you would always yell?"
"Ruthless Agression"

Kiri stated as it dawned on her.

"Exactly so be true to yourself and use your style and not what you think will help you win. Anyway got to go."
Ruthless agression huh. Alright if I'm going to have fun then that includes fighting....my way.

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All teams are now blooded into WC78 action. The CHASE is officially on. Run like there's Hounds At Ya Back!



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Postby Spaam » Sun Jun 25, 2017 12:54 am

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"What is that?" Dr. Hilnas Shaalar asked his boss, Dr. Quexipha Fenfir, president of the Spaamanian Football Association, in their top floor office in Paatukar.

"It's a newspaper clipping from over two hundred years ago, reporting one of the first times we faced Krytenia," replied Dr. Fenfir.

"Stan Bedi... his name has been lost to antiquity," mused Dr. Shaalar. "I don't think anyway would remember him now. The only reason they remember Mela Sehelin is because of the success of her descendant."

"Well, that and because she was one of the reasons for our early success. Top scorer in our World Cup Six and Seven campaigns. Coach of our World Cup Thirteen campaign." Dr. Fenfir took the old paper back from her underling. "Success that we are well on the way to replicating."

"It is true that the Urk experiment has worked well so far," agreed Dr. Shaalar. "Two goals in two games. But we already had great players on our team. Merlara has scored as much as Urk, and she is just one of many."

"Immaterial!" Dr. Fenfir hit the desk in front of her with an open hand, making a loud sharp sound. "Great is not good enough. Only the best is good enough, and we must continue this program to its fulfilment!"

"Yes, of course," Dr. Shaalar meekly acquiesced.

Dr. Fenfir looked sharply at the doctor before appearing mollified. "How are our other subjects progressing?"

"Subject SL is coming along very well, and should be ready later this year. We are very happy with progress, and he has been excelling at every test." Dr. Fenfir took a breath before continuing. "Your particular favourite, Subject AB, has been problematic, but we anticipate that we shall be able to eliminate the issues shortly."

Dr. Fenfir raised an eyebrow. "How long?"

Dr. Shaalar was looking increasingly nervous under the gaze of his boss. "Next year. Before the end of the qualifying season, certainly."

"Failure is not an option, Hilnas," stated Dr. Fenfir blankly. "Subject AB is crucial to our plans. He will be the key to our success. Go, and make sure that it happens."

"Yes, Doctor." Dr. Shaalar bowed and quickly left the room.




Revenge. A dish best served cold. So cold that anyone that could even remember why it was necessary in the first place was dead. But for some reason, it was never forgotten. For this was the last time Spaam was beaten in the World Cup before billions of people were killed in that war. World Cup 31. Group B. Matchday 2. New Trafford Field, the Lowland Clans. Krytenia 2-0 Spaam. This was the game that effectively killed their last chance to win the World Cup. Spaam failed to qualify for the next World Cup, and a year after that, war erupted. The Krytenian striker Samuel Duffy was enemy number one in Spaam that day, for the double that got past Feoca Arthur. Not that Arthur was much loved in that campaign. But it was Krytenia that took away the last chance for Spaam to win the World Cup. A hundred years later Krytenia thrived, and Spaam was just a distant memory. Or so people thought. For Spaam never truly died. And 186 years later, Spaam was alive and kicking. So much so they had qualified for the World Cup, and were third seeds in a group that held their long time rivals. And this, this was the chance that those that kept the memory of that loss alive were waiting for. With open arms they welcomed the Krytenians to their kingdom, their fans to Paatukar National Football Stadium. Krytenia 2-0 Spaam. This was the score that they wanted revenge for, and revenge they would get. Urk, a name long thought as lost to antiquity as Spaam, score that first goal in the first half. An ancient player in an ancient team. It was fitting that a star brought back from the dead was playing for a nation brought back from the dead. And with that goal, Spaam were half-way to redemption. But it was not enough. Two goals they had taken from them then, so two goals they must take now. So in the second half, the great, great, great, great, and many times great after that, daughter of the great Mela Sehelin fulfilled a destiny that almost everyone had forgotten had existed. World Cup 78 qualifying. Group 2. Matchday 2. Paatukar National Football Stadium, Spaam. Spaam 2-0 Krytenia. A debt was paid.
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Postby Sargossa » Sun Jun 25, 2017 2:24 am

JV: ‘Welcome back to SargoSport 1, your home for live World Cup qualification action. Every Sargossa match will be here, will be live and you don’t have to miss a second. I tell you, I’m getting excited because I’m about to say words I haven’t said for far too long. But before that let me tell you, live now over on SargoSport 2 we’ve got Darmen against Yuezhou and on the blue button service there’s your choice of St. Saratoga against Starblaydia or Makongo’s trip to Tveidalen. All the Group 12 action can be found right here.

‘But now it’s that time. Live from The Zoloroni Sports City Stadium in beautiful Zoloroni, it’s Mercedini versus Sargossa, World Cup qualification points on the line and taking you through all the action it’s Matías Montiel and first Carlos Acuña. Good afternoon gentlemen.’

CA: ‘Good afternoon Javi. Good afternoon everybody. Welcome to Zoloroni for this, the opening round of World Cup 78 qualifying. It’s been a while since Sargossa has been in competitive action and there’s plenty of fans here in Mercedini to enjoy this return to international football. More than fourteen thousand have made the trip from Rushmore, thanks to the hosts’ generous ticket allocation. They’re here to watch their boys but their boys have got a tough task ahead of them Matías.’

MM: ‘They really do. I feel a bit for Mercedini, it does seem like they’ve been forgotten a little in the build-up to his campaign. A lot has been said and written about Starblaydia, about top seeds Nephera and about those two big derbies against Darmen but forget this side at your peril. Mercedini are ranked 31st in the world, they’ve had a meteoric rise through the rankings and they are the second seeded team in this group. None of that is accidental. This side can play and will probably be out to remind the veterans in this group of that fact.’

CA: ‘Let’s take a look at the line-ups. First, the home side…’

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CA: ‘4-4-2 for the home side Matías.’

MM: ‘It’s a system they’ve used to good effect in the past. Football doesn’t necessarily have to be a complicated game. Here you’ve got two banks of four and two up front. It’s highly organised, everybody knows their respective roles and are comfortable with them.’

CA: ‘It doesn’t necessarily have to be a complicated game. But sometimes it is. Here’s Sargossa.’

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MM: ‘Admittedly there’s more going on here but that’s where the coaching comes in. We know Rafael Barrios favours this system and we’ve seen it work so many times in the SuperLiga. I know he considers the wingbacks and the lone forward to be the key positions that make this 5-4-1 work so there’s no surprise to see all of those roles taken by his former Dínamo Maturín charges. It’s certainly going to be an interesting clash of contrasting styles.’

CA: ‘It certainly will be. Sargossan fans are taking up a full quarter of this stadium today and they’re about to make themselves heard. We mere moments away from kickoff, but first the national anthems. Starting with the national anthem of Sargossa…’


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CA: ‘That’s a loose pass from Nymark, the ball rolling out of play for a throw. And perhaps just a small sign of nerves among what is a very young midfield unit for the home side. Presic is the oldest at 23, by contrast the youngest Sargossan midfielder is 25. As we approach the fifteen minute mark how do you think it’s gone so far?’

MM: ‘It was a surprisingly bright start, wasn’t it? We were told that Billic would be the danger man and he certainly showed those predatory instincts with those two early efforts. I’m not sure we can get away with given him too many opportunities like those. And a good chance too for Miguel Marí, we could see what he was trying to do but he just couldn’t get the bend on it. Getting a bit cagey now though.’


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CA: ‘And that’s a really good challenge from Fernández, sliding in and stealing the ball away from Billic. This is a really impressive defensive display. The Corsairs may be relinquishing possession to Mercedini but the defence is holding firm.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘It looks like it’ll be Chillotov to strike it. And he does! OH! What an effort! What an effort from Ben Chillotov! Over the wall and beating Vega all ends up but the crossbar comes to the rescue for Sargossa. The ball’s playing in again. But it’s Pérez who hoofs it away. What a chance for the home side. But twenty-eight minutes gone it’s still goalless.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘Duarte now, to Pérez. He looks to Gamboa on this right-hand side. Sargossa pinging it about with confidence at the moment.’

MM: ‘They really are. You can’t help but be impressed with this display after a long gap since the last competitive international fixture and a plummet in the rankings it’s been a . . .’

CA: ‘And Chillotov! Sorry Matías. But very nearly the commentator’s curse. It was Duarte, gifting the ball to Billic who drove forward and drilled a dangerous ball towards his strike partner in the box. And had the youngster’s leg been just a little longer he would have sent the ball skimming over the line. Mercedini come close again but with halftime in sight it’s still nil-nil.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘And the whistle blows, that is halftime and there’s no question as to the happier of the two sides. Slight murmurs of discontent in the stands, the homes fans clearly expecting better against a side ranked nearly one hundred places below them in the rankings. A solid display from Rafael Barrios’ boys but Mercedini have had their chances.’

MM: ‘They sure have. The youngster up front, Chillotov, looks a real talent. He could easily have had a couple of goals in that half. I believe he’s currently plying his trade on loan in Ceni. If he keeps preforming like this then you can bet some serious money his agent will be taking some calls in the near future.’

CA: ‘He certainly looks a hot prospect. Now you’ve obviously been around Sargossan squads in the past, do you see any differences between those and this current crop?’

MM: ‘I think it all comes down to pressure. In the past, we’ve been first seeds or second seeds and that brings with it the pressure to live up to that billing. Here we were, what? The lowest ranked side in Pot 5? There’s none of that pressure. Here we can act as spoilers for the higher ranked nations, hopefully taking a few points of them in the process.’

CA: ‘That is the case here at the moment. After forty-five minutes it’s nil-nil between Mercedini and Sargossa, back to you in the studio.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘As we start the second half here it’s the hosts who are making the first change. It’s going to be an international debut for the Elspachia winger Jakob Vaselko, he replaces Tim Crasic in a straight swap on that left-hand side. And that early change shows exactly how well Sargossa are frustrating their higher ranked opponents.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘It’s Vecino with the snap shot, about twenty yards out. It takes a deflection and goes behind for a corner. This is a great chance to get the ball into the box and apply some pressure. Duarte, Fernández and Pérez, the three big men from the back all coming forward. It’s Gamboa to whip this in. Flicked on at the near post! And it’s there! It’s a goal for Sargossa! And it’s Alejandro Victorino! And who would have predicted that? A first international goal for the Ciudad Soluca midfielder and Sargossa lead in Mercedini.’

MM: ‘Straight off the training ground! We’ve seen it so many times before in the SuperLiga, the near post flick and the far post finish. They call it the Double Bubble down in Maturín and it’s proven effective once again!’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘Billic is heading for the touchline. He’s cut a bit of a frustrated figure in this match, he had those two early chances but has otherwise been well marshalled by the big centrebacks around him. We’re about to see another of the young guns of Mercedini, the twenty year old Handon United striker Daniel Dostalok, it’s a straight swap up front.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘This is Vaselko now, faced by Gamboa on the Mercedini left. He tricks his way passed him and swings in a deep cross. It’s too the back post. It’s Dostalok! Daniel Dostalok! On the volley! The stadium erupts! And the recriminations start in the Sargossan defence, no one picked him up. Mercedini one, Sargossa one.’

MM: ‘Oh Rafael Barrios will be so disappointed with that, where was the marking? He ghosted through the defence like it wasn't there. But all credit to the young lad, he stuck out his leg and with the inside of his foot steered it beyond Sergio Vega. A cool finish and one no less than the home side deserve,’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘Double change being made for Sargossa, as Rafael Barrios tries to steady the ship. Mario Robles and Iván Mayoral both coming on. It looks like Rodrigo Marcellán and Miguel Marí are the players to make way.’

MM: ‘Yes, the two Dínamo boys have been a little quiet today, they’ve been a bit isolated at times. I think you’ll see Vecino pushed up to replace Marí in that number ten position, with Robles taking his place next to Larrea. And big Iván will obviously take the lone frontman role, adding a bit of physical presence and a brand new threat.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘Vecino now, he shoots! It’s charged down. Picked up by Eduardo Larrea. You can see he’s tempted to have a shot himself but instead finds the ever willing Montero on the overlap. He crosses. And Mayoral! Wide! Great spell of pressure from Sargossa and Iván Mayoral’s header drifts just wide of the far post.’

MM: ‘Another good chance carved out but the cross was just a little too high. You could see Mayoral stretching for it and consequently he couldn’t quite get the control and placement right.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘Vaselko again causing problems down this flank, he crosses again! A chance! Saved! It was Chillotov who got the wrong side of Duarte. He met the delivery with his head by could only direct it straight at Vega. Smart save from the Sargossan stopper but either side and he would have been struggling. Sargossa hanging on, it's still one-one!’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘There’s about four minutes of normal time left and both sides are about to make their final changes. Adam Kraljic, the mercurial midfielder is coming off and on comes the much more experienced Harry Webster, who plays his club football in this city for Zoloroni Metropolitan. And for Sargossa it’s an introduction for David Zambrano, who replaces his clubmate Alejandro Vecino.’

MM: ‘It looks like both sides are now happy to take a point. Certainly Zambrano has immediately dropped in to sit alongside Victorino in front of the three centrebacks. I don’t think we’re going to see much further attacking impetus from the Corsairs now.’


* * * * * * * * * *



CA: ‘There’s the whistle, that’s the match. A quarter of this stadium is very happy indeed. The smile on the face of Rafael Barrios says it all. Had you offered him a point before this match he would have snapped your hand clean off. His side have come to a nation ranked nearly one hundred places above them and taken a point. Lucky? Yes. Streaky in places? Unquestionably. But the history books won’t remember that. What they will remember is this. Final score from the Zoloroni Sports City Stadium in Mercedini, it’s Mercedini one, Sargossa one.’
Champions: Cup of Harmony 41 / Di Bradini Cup 13 / Copa Rushmori V / Copa Rushmori XIV / Copa Rushmori XX / Copa Rushmori XXXVIII / Copa Rushmori XXXIX
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(4-4-2) 20 - Petratos; 2 - Rafford, 5 - Konoval, 22 - Rathskeller, 19 - Vicelich; 7 - Szalai, 4 - Rainsford (c), 14 - Rowan (8 - Tarashaj 61'), 11 - Naeher (16 - Strongbow 76'); 17 - Stavanger (9 - Hawke 80'), 21 - Amokachi
Goal: Tarashaj 54'

Gethin Ramsey was dying.
It had only been a matter of time, really. Oh, it was just time for everyone, to be sure, and at seventy-nine he'd had a more than decent innings, certainly for a notorious chain-smoker who'd spent his life shouting at people.
He coughed, loud and long and horribly rattling.
"Bloody useless marking," he cursed at the television. "Where the hell was - aack... - Rafford? Eh? Bloody useless."
Auburn Bywater nodded at his bedside. Now in her early 50s, her hair may have been greying and her face lined, but her eyes looked as sharp and youthful as ever. She was the President of the NFA. More importantly, right now, she was Ramsey's friend.
They'd met twenty-four years ago, at some sort of official function after Brenecia and Nephara had played one another. She was a journalist, covering the Brenecian national team's doomed bid at qualification, but after some kind of scuffle (all a blur, really) she'd wound up given a job by Ramsey, whose influence was such that he essentially was the NFA back then. She was to be the whip of the unruly Nepharim, find out who knew what and needed what, kept everyone in line. A terrifyingly omniscient good cop.
She'd become assistant manager in time, and trained Franziska Rensenbrink as the new whip to succeed her. Rensenbrink was the daughter of Markus Rensenbrink, then head of the NFA (under his firm leadership, very definitely no longer in Ramsey's pocket) and that particular connection hadn't hurt her career prospects.
She'd always meant to go back into journalism, but it'd never quite worked out that way.
As for Gethin Ramsey, he considered his work done as soon as he took Nephara to the World Cup. From there, he went to the Licentian Isles and qualified with them, too, before a successful spell at Treason and a last roll of the dice with Cosumar, where he became the only manager in the history of the multiverse to take three nations to the World Cup.
It had been a good job, and he'd become something of a hero there. But what were diplomatically being called signs of 'ill health' were already starting to set in.
He took a very brief retirement, before the call of nostalgia took him back to Chenoworth Rovers. His start, currently languishing in the third tier. He rocked up for preseason ready to knock some heads together, made a couple of signings and stirred a big fuss and sold a lot of season tickets and collapsed in his second training session.
Now he was here, watching his beloved national side on the television and grimacing.
"Bloody hell. One-all against fucking Darmen. Didn't even realise they were still about."
"Well, countries don't just vanish, gaffer," murmured Auburn. He was still the gaffer. Even here. Even - especially - to the President of the NFA.
"Hah! Sometimes, I swear to God, they do."
They watched as Nephara failed to break the deadlock through injury time. What was achieved, though, was a red card for Tarashaj snapping a tackle thruogh Grayson Benbow, being shunted back off the pitch half an hour after coming on.
"Jesus Christ." Ramsey whistled appreciatively. "Now that was a proper tackle, one from the old days. Then again, you didn't get fuckin' Travelers anywhere near the professional game in the old days, either..."
Auburn forced a tight smile. "Yeah, well... he's a good player. And this result's just a setback, nothing more."
"This Fegelein, poncing about with a bunch of fringe players. Saw Rathskeller a couple times in Cosumar. Guess I must've been looking at a different defender, Christ. Anyway, find a core and stick to it. That's how you achieve consistency, get results."
"Do we have to talk shop here, gaffer?"
Ramsey snorted. "Football's my life, Auburn. I was a player, I was a manager and now I'm... a fuckin' spectator, that's what I am, now, but in any case football is my life. You want me to change the subject?"
"There's no need to get so agitated, Christ. The nurse is gonna kill you if she sees-"
But Ramsey had worked up a head of steam, and wasn't about to be stopped. "What do you know me for outside the game, eh? The sport is my life! It was my way out of the fuckin' docks back in Chenoworth, so you'd best believe I clung to it with everything I had. I fought tooth and nail to get these green-and-black frauds into the WCC, into the UICA and all, and now as soon as I'm too far gone to be of any use, I gotta watch some likely lass who's had a couple decent seasons in Crisisbless' armpit fuck it to shreds. And what's more-"
What was more was a fit of coughing, into hands at first until Auburn urgently pressed a few tissues into them. It didn't stop for some time.
"Obliged," he muttered at last, after it had subsided.
They both tried to ignore the blood as he flicked the tissues into a waste-basket stacked with many, many others.
They sat in silence for a while, flicked through a few channels. The news wasn't much better, with the war against Sameba still dominating headlines in the aftermath of the catchily-named Battle of the Brine (more a skirmish, really, but Coret had been bombarded). But it'd do for now.
Eventually, Ramsey had something to ask. "You'll look after Triff, won't you?"
Auburn blinked.
"She's... she's like thirty-something, gaffer."
"Huh." Ramsey blinked. "Christ. Time flies, huh?"
"I... guess, yeah."
"But... look after her, nonetheless. She's doing well enough for herself, it seems like, but... when I'm gone, she'll need someone to be there for her." He chuckled again. "Guess I kinda robbed her of like twenty years of that, having her so late... but it's worked out okay for us both, I think."
"Yeah. Yeah, it has."
Twelve minutes later, he drifted off. Auburn Bywater checked her watch and left, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. After all, she had a meeting to get to, arses to kick, and the gaffer would be so disappointed if she let a few emotions get in the way of that, wouldn't he?
When I'm gone, said so, so casually. Weeks, the doctor had told her, maybe months at a stretch.
But for all his talk of a life dominated by football, practically consumed by it... well, he'd consumed his fill of football right back. When the time came... he'd had a good run, surely. And who could complain about that?

NEPHARIM NATIONAL TEAM SELECTION - FORTNIGHT 2
Goalkeepers: 1 - Gideon Fletcher (AFC Treason), 12 - Justinian Hargrave (Starling), 20 - Apostolos Tsattalios (Phalanx AF, CEN)
Defenders:[/b] 2 - Leona Rafford (Crisisbless), 3 - Sieglinde Lohengrin (Crisisbless), 5 - Dieter Konoval (KT Moreazerua, AUD), 6 - Malachite Scharner (Jungle Strike, VIL), 18 - Mirko Koehler (Starling), 19 - Lux Vicelich (Sabrefell Moths), 22 - Sigrun Rathskeller (AC Holmenkollen, COS)
Midfielders: 4 - Tanith Rainsford (Mâ Âlâmëómë, FFD, c), 7 - Adnan Szalai (Ulsa, EUR), 8 - Konrad Gosforth (Mâ Âlâmëómë, FFD), 11 - Raquel Naeher (Cartagena Desert Foxes, OSR), 13 - Ishtar Fanaiyan (AFC Serpentine), 14 - Ursula Rowan (Cassandra City, COS), 16 - Rowena Strongbow (Cranequin Wanderers), 23 - Marijana Kuralay (Brinemouth)
Forwards: 9 - Estrella Hawke (Starling), 10 - Theodora Covenant (Shanak FC, OSR), 15 - Erik Marlowe (Florence Boldclub, BSE), 17 - Dragan Stavanger (Tannenberg FC, VLD), 21 - Penumbra Amokachi (Eastweald, COS)

SCHEDULE
Bye
Nephara 1-1 Darmen @ Phoenix Rise (Corvistone)
St. Saratoga vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Tveidalen @ The Iron Hill (Vermillion)
Mercedini vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Sargossa @ The Gauntlet (Treason)
Bape-Supreme vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Starblaydia @ Farham Arena (Sabrefell)
Yuezhou vs. Nephara
Bye
Darmen vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. St. Saratoga @ Godswatch (Crisisbless)
Tveidalen vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Mercedini @ Farham Arena (Sabrefell)
Sargossa vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Bape-Supreme @ Portsgate (Brinemouth)
Starblaydia vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Yuezhou @ Phoenix Rise (Corvistone)
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Postby Apox » Sun Jun 25, 2017 3:28 am

He stumbled through a wood, he wasn't entirely sure where. He'd had to get away, away from all those eyes all that attention. He was mourning for Christ's sake! He was devastated! Didn't need the press interrupting.

So here he was, getting away from everything in some dark wood, in the North. It was better though. Better than being out there. He heard a slight popping noise and looked around behind him. Did?... Did the world look sort of, well, fuzzy over there? He looked forwards again. Hell it definitely looked fuzzy in front of him.

Was this some sort of panic induced hallucination? Christ, and in the middle of some woods as well. Fuck, fuck, fuck, don't panic stay calm. He looked behind him, it was definitely fuzzy there, and a strange sort of golden glow was beginning to be emanated from that direction.

He made a split second decision, to run.

Urging his ageing legs into action, he lurched forwards, towards the fuzziness in front of him. Maybe if he went somewhere else, he'd be able to get out of this? He ran for a few seconds. This wasn't working, he couldn't make out the woods around him anymore, it was just a golden glow now.

He was lurched off his feet, almost like he was flying. What the fuck was going on?! He called out for help, but nothing changed except for the lurching sensation in his stomach and the feeling of flying.

It was over as soon as it began, and he crashed, hard, onto the floor of some desert. He looked up. The sky, the sky was purple? As was the sand? Was he still hallucinating? What the hell was this?

He sat down on a rock. At least it wasn't fuzzy and golden anymore. He could see everything perfectly clearly. Right, don't panic, just think this one through. The rock underneath him moved and he jumped to his feet in surprise and wheeled around to look at it. It was currently, well sprouting six legs and lifting itself up on them, spider like. His mouth fell open in amazement. What was going on? A crack in the rock opened slightly, was it a mouth? Was it going to speak to him? Can rocks talk?

"Oop"
"Pardon? Hello?"
"Bopp boop oop"
"Ummm"
"Bop oop oop bopp bopp boop" The rock closed what he assumed was its mouth and began to scuttle away. Had he just had a conversation with a rock?
"Wait!" he shouted, "Where are you going?" The rock-spider thing stopped and rotated on its legs, looked at him before turning again and scuttling away. He looked around him. There was nothing he could see around him, but this rock spider had appeared from nowhere, so he supposed he should probably follow it.

To be continued...




"Much better" thought Gavin Hughes to himself as he stalked the technical area, watching Apox press for a second goal after Alpha Gandhi, back to his rapacious best, had rifled in the first one after picking up the ball from Imriel Townsend, at 20 years old already one of the staples of the team. He'd put on Miriam Oakstone-Sandoval for her debut as the team formation changed to a 4-3-3, they needed to take advantage as best they could in these games against the less established teams in the group if they were going to have any chance of qualifying.

Alpha blazed a shot narrowly over the crossbar and he looked to the digital clock in the top corner of the Garganaut. Ninety-second minute of the game, with four minutes of added time. Unlikely for the score to change. He went back to his seat, where Luxulya St. Cleer was writing notes.

"Hi boss" she said without looking up, "Probably going to end this way, eh?"
"Likely, unless we can force another chance, oh shit." Luxulya snapped her head up to watch the move. A Legatorum defender had stolen the ball off Titan Vladimirescu and had supplied an excellent through ball to the striker, who had support. Onto Imhotep Jekyll left between the striker and the keeper, a three on one. One midfielder to the left, the other striker to the right. Imhotep went in, but the striker easily past it around her. Just Jadranka Steele left, but the midfielder had passed it through to the other striker now and was already wheeling away in celebration.

There was a roar from the tiny away support as Gavin threw a water bottle violently away from him. Hang, on what was this? Offside? Had the striker overran and ended up offside? Christ, it was an open goal.

It was a lucky escape with no time to even restart the game, but at least they'd get the three points. Wouldn't keep the press off his back though.

Line-up against Garifunya
GK: Halyos Anaximander
RD: Helios Richardson
CD: Imhotep Jekyll
CD: Eurwen Raynerson
LD: James Fowey
DM: Wizzard Mormentor
RM: Zlata Ingersleben
CM: James Palmisano (c)
LM: Pinsent Benzari
ST: Alpha Gandhi
ST: Lucan Palmisano
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Third: Campionato Esportiva XIII
Fourth: Campionato Esportiva VII & XV
Baptism of Fire 50, Cup of Harmony 56, World Cup 69, World Cup 73, World Cup 82
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Postby Brenecia » Sun Jun 25, 2017 4:24 am

(4-2-3-1) 20 - Calhoun; 18 - Carrack (2 - Szukala 73'), 5 - Scrivener (c), 6 - Szubanski, 19 - Quill; 23 - Alweather, 21 - Hartsdown; 13 - Keohane, 11 - Balliol (16 - Drover 56'), 15 - Macbeth; 17 - Riordan (Rankin 78')
Goal: Riordan 29'

Yeah, sure, Griff, sure thing. Not even a full A-League season under the belt and you're apparently set to lead the line for Brenecia, with most of your own country highkey hating your guts and openly questioning the fuck Bardsley's thinking.
It felt like a fuckin' punishment, that's what it was.
Had it all been worth it?
Actually, yeah, yeah it fuckin' had been. She'd always had a vague notion that a grandmother called Heidi probably wasn't true-blue Brenecian, and apparently that qualified her for Nephara. And then the nice woman with the silky voice from the NFA who'd told her about those roots wanted her to show up at the Di Bradini, you know, just get a run, experience what it's like to run with the wolves for a bit, and Griff grinned because she liked that metaphor. Brenecia's youth setup was an organisational shambles, and the big clubs often stopped their youth players attending the few friendlies it scraped together.
So she trained with a bunch of Cockney/Teutonic/Greek guys for a while. Tough crowd to impress as the peroxide-blonde country lass. She got called sheep-shagger a lot and didn't end up getting even a minute on the pitch, though in fairness the manager was good to her and it was nice to see some genuinely top-drawer training. Added a good new dimension to her, she reckoned.
But she hadn't totally fit in and now she was back, well, people treated her like she'd spat on Brenecia or something. Like fuck! Erin Camden had been capped for Nephara's youth sides, so had Brady Monroe and, and... some people she was forgetting, surely, as well! But most people reckoned she was mostly here to cap-tie her for good, which grated because it was probably true.
Neither fish nor fowl. Typical.
Still. When she said it felt like a punishment, that wasn't quite the same as it feeling like a punishment, you know? It was a punishment, totally and for sure, but it wasn't punishing. She got to stride alongside all the big names of Brenecian football, like, uh... Catsidhe Alweather and ... Rostyn Calhoun... and...
Okay, okay, whatever! So this was a cripple squad of fringe idiots as Bardsley tempted fate with Brenecia's policy of losing to crap sides early on. Whatever! Still Brenecia! Ursula Rankin had a few tips and tricks for her in training, too, and, well... it was only Goluta.
But she knew the crowd wondered why she was out here. Why not someone who even started regularly in the Brenecian top flight? And wasn't 20? Why not Bannion, if they wanted a young A-League striker? Why not Rankin or Lynch, who were cooling their heels on the bench?
But what those fans who barely knew her were missing out on was this: nobody, but fucking nobody, ran like Griff on the chase.
It'd been like half an hour of just sort of pissing the ball about - Goluta was here to escape with a clean sheet, but all it took was one wayward pass from some defender and BOOM! She was racing past that guy, and his mates, and onto the goalkeeper, and fuck it, she had pace to burn - run 'round the goalkeeper and then blast it! Top corner from eight yards. Eat. That.
People wondered why she was there before the game started. When she was taken off late on, with Brenecia still searching for another goal in what had been a genuinely terrible game, it was to a scattered cheers in the away end.
A good start! She'd improve it. Later.

BRENECIAN NATIONAL TEAM SELECTION - FORTNIGHT 2
Goalkeepers:
1 - Mathis Woodgate (Myrmidon, CEN), 12 - Geneva Urquhart (Olympia FC, EFL), 20 - Rostyn Calhoun (Cenial United, CEN)
Defenders: 2 - Czeslawa Szukala (Phalanx AF, CEN), 3 - Ophelia Lovelock (Sabrefell Athletic, NPH), 5 - Anaximander Scrivener (Brigham, EUR), 6 - Eoin Cascarine (Peynol-Lunas, PAS), 18 - Peter Uffington (Eastal Lunar, VIL), 19 - Gethin Quill (Revolutionaries, EUR), 22 - Rostyn Bradden (Lajuno, EUR)
Midfielders: 4 - Catherine Gryphon (Starling, NPH, c), 7 - Squire Trevelyan (FC Jansberg, SEM), 8 - Aleksandra Skorupska (Trothwands Evolution, OSR), 10 - Roisin Carroll (Violence Chariots, NPH), 11 - Sander Balliol (Tanrisal, PAS), 13 - Keohane (Ramusok United, COS), 15 - Adelina Macbeth (Club Stein-los, PAS), 16 - Elsie Drover (OAS Royal FC, COS), 21 - Meghan Hartsdown (Kings Park, SCT), 23 - Matt Ruffan (Halholzer United, MBT)
Forwards: 9 - Ursula Rankin (Tanrisal, PAS), 14 - Fionn Lynch (SC Rinaldi, VAL), 17 - Fox Charnwood (Hellinic-Rouge, PAS)

SCHEDULE
Brenecia 2-1 Yesopalitha
Goluta 0-1 Brenecia
Brenecia vs. Savojarna
Qasden vs. Brenecia
Brenecia vs. Tobiasia
Port Christopher vs. Brenecia
Brenecia vs. EEC
Poggers vs. Brenecia
Bye
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Postby Jeckland » Sun Jun 25, 2017 4:32 am

A match report from Leopian 2-5 Jeckland, in the form of a rap


Leopian, the venue that we go ta,
Looking to bounce back from West Angola,
Unchanged team but a different show, yeah,
This time the Spuds are gonna show ya.

First incident, five minutes in,
Their full back was inhibiting,
Free kick Jeckland, Marshall whips it in,
Russel jumps high, not like ketamine,

He heads it in, we're gonna win,
Outlaw cuts in, does a Berba spin,
Beats another then we score again,
2 goals up just eight minutes in.

Just before half time, ball comes to Beake.
Kicks it off, corner, keeper's punch is weak,
Left foot volley, goal, that's peak.
Jeckland won't let this ruin their week.

Second half, Sawyer steps into centre stage,
Swerving shot is super, scores a goal from range,
Sixty minutes, sending off, their man was enranged,
Lunged in like a lunatic, lost it, went insane.

Leopian surge but Jeckland want more,
Danell with a tap in, makes it four,
Leopian get a second, but they've been poor,
Joyner slots in and five-two is the score.
Winners: N/A
Runners Up: WBC 30 & 31, Memorial Cup
Semi Final: CE 26, WBC 35, WLC 20

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Postby New Danican » Sun Jun 25, 2017 5:51 am

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June 25th, 2017


New Danican Beats Heif

The New Danican Lions have won their first qualifier. New Danican(1-1-0, 4pts.) was coming off a tie against Kalumba(0-2-0, 2pts.) in their first match of the qualifying, which had been a match were they had been trailing for most of the match. Some people wondered if New Danican would struggle against Heif(0-0-2, 0pt.), however captain Chance Morris seemed to quickly put those worries to rest scoring 10 minutes into the game. After that early goal neither team was able to score mainly due to the goalies making some timely saves. One close call happened when a rebound escaped New Danican goalie Daniel Ingram, but he made a diving save, the Lions weren't saved yet, another rebound reached a Heif player, and shot to the top right corner. Heif fans broke into cheers thinking it was a goal, but Ingram came out of no where and made a tremendous save. The game remained without a goal until Grayson Barnes beat the Heif goalie with a header after a centering pass went wrong for the Heif defense. After the game the New Danican manager, Phil Johnson, had this to say "I think we played a great game. Our players took advance of the opportunities granted to us, and Daniel [Ingram] handed us a huge shutout. We also played a nice clean game, and didn't give them too many opportunities, if he keep playing like this than we should be fine." This was only New Danican's second international win in history, with its first coming in a pre-world cup friendly against Ethane, however the team has drawn a lot and hasn't been blown out by a large score. With this win New Danican moves into second place in their group. The team will now return home to play against the 51st ranked team in the world, Taeshan(1-0-0, 3pts.), who is 3rd currently in the group. Best of luck to the players, lets go Lions!


Game Summary
Team            New Danican          Heif
Goals 2 0
Shots(On Goal) 10(6) 8(6)
Yellow Cards 0 3
Red Cards 0 1

Heif
25'- Striker A
35'- Mid Fielder A

86'- Striker A

New Danican
10'- Chance Morris
85'- Grayson Barnes

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Postby Schottia » Sun Jun 25, 2017 6:09 am

The Tale of Paul Thompson

Part three.

Cooking


'Conjure? As in to summon up a spell?' Paul asked as they sat round the breakfast table, tucking into the salad, which he had painstakingly prepared. He had supplemented the herbs from the garden with what he had found in Evelyn's fridge.

'That's right.' Evelyn replied. Comments and jokes about her surname had gotten old somewhere round about year-two of primary school. Yet, having to field questions on where the name came from was still an almost weekly occurrence. People also did this weird thing, where they would try to invent bizarre pronunciations for it, like they almost couldn't believe that someone could have Conjure for a last name. Doctors’ appointments were the worst for this:

"Okay, please take a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly Ms. Con-jar, Con-zhoor, Con-joor-ah."

'Her grandfather was a magician.' Ross added through a mouthful of food, without even breaking stride as he shovelled another spoonful down.

'Magician?' Paul asked, as if it were a word he'd never heard before.

'Yup,' Evelyn paused and washed her last mouthful down with a little water. 'Like, pulling rabbits out of hats, sawing women in half, that sort of thing.' She knew that Ross loved this story, so if she didn't tell it, then he would. 'He changed his name officially to Conjure, married one of his assistants, and they adopted it as their family name.'

Evelyn's father had also followed him into the family trade, meaning that she had spent much of her young life travelling form city to city, as he performed at town halls and working men's clubs. In the late 80s early 90s, Gerry Conjure had been something of a household name, and even had his own regular slot on Ken Chetworth's Saturday Night Party - a hangover from the golden age of Saturday night TV. However, by the time Evelyn was old enough to be totally aware of what was going on, Gerry's career had taking a bit of a nosedive, and he was reduced being a relic of a bygone age. Kids just weren't impressed by card tricks and puffs of smoke anymore, in a world of CGI-graphics and computer games, people were just harder to amaze. Gerry had never really been a celebrity so to speak, but one thing Evelyn had noticed since coming to Port Christopher, was that her father had a certain appeal within the retired ex-pat community. There was something about Gerry Conjure that seemed to resonate with the older generation, the ones that changed the channel when the Saturday Night Party was replaces by shows like Schottic Gladiators; the people that spoke of the 'good old days' like they might actually come back.

'See,' Paul said shaking his head as he drank from a large pink mug containing back coffee. 'This is why I need to write a book. Real life is so full of amazing stories, if I can even capture half of that, then I'll be doing great.' He pardoned himself as a little gas escaped his mouth. 'Must lend itself to some lazy journalism? The name I mean, with you being a footballer and all.'

"What can she conjure up here..?"

'I've heard them all before, so please don't try and think up another one.' Evelyn begged, while finishing off the food (which she hated to admit, was actually very good). 'Probably too late now to change names, so I guess I'm stuck with it.'

'Paul, mate.' Ross was busy running a finger along the plate, licking the dressing clean. 'This was absolutely amazing. Honestly, maybe the best food I've ever eaten.' A little more colour seemed to have returned to Ross' face, as no doubt some of the nausea had subsided.

'Just a little something I conjured up...' Paul replied. Both the men laughed, but Evelyn could only manage a weak grin.

'Hey,' Ross sat to attention, and if he were a cartoon character, a light bulb would have appeared above his head. 'Do you wanna be my private chef? You can move into the summerhouse at the bottom of my garden. It has its own bathroom, kitch...'

'Are you kidding?!' Paul slapped a fist on the table, not even waiting for Ross to finish his sentence 'I'd love to, man. I can start today. What are you paying? I mean, I guess we don't need to talk wages right now.'

'I dunno, a grand-a-week?' Ross was still coming to terms with the fact that he was now a teenager with a millionaire's salary. It must have been hard for him to keep in touch with the real world, going from a remote corner of north west Schottia, to living in a street populated solely by over-paid footballers. Blue Coast had bought all eighteen houses on Paradise Street, and at the moment, fourteen of them were inhabited by the club's players.

'Sounds pretty goddamn good to me buddy!' Paul got to his feet, burping loudly into his balled fist, before shaking the young man's hand. 'I'll bring my stuff over as soon as I can get a taxi back to the hotel.'

It had been some turn around for Paul Thompson. In the space of an hour he had gone from being an out of work, middle-aged divorcee, sat passed-out in a smoking golf car - to having breakfast with two Super-League footballers, and had just secured a well-paid job, and a free roof over his head.

'Evelyn has a car.' Ross added, looking at her, pleadingly. 'She could drive you over, maybe?'

She was in the middle of shaking her head when Paul cut her off. 'Hey, that would be awesome. Look, I really don't know how to thank you guys enough for this.' He put up a hand to stop Evelyn from interjecting, mistaking her objections for modesty. 'Lesser people would have called the police, or just left me there to fry when the sun came up. You've taken me into your home, and treated me with kindness.' Paul got to his feet, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. 'Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. And look here, I'll make this up to you, both of you, I promise neither of you will regret this, and if there's a way I can repay you then I'll find it.'

Evelyn was forced to smile back, there wasn't really much else she could do. She would have dearly liked to add, that the only way she would care to be repaid was by him leaving; but it seemed that ship had already set sail. The thought of him getting into the passenger seat of her new convertible sports car - her favourite toy - was daunting. However, she didn't have much choice - it was say yes, or look like the biggest bitch on the island. Paul was still soaking wet (partly her fault, granted) and Evelyn wasn't totally sure how much of it was sweat, and how much was from the pan of water over the head. Given how drunk they had been just an hour ago, a fair about of the perspiration collecting around the plump individual's collar was likely to be alcohol trying to evacuate his system. Without any of them realising, the temperature had been steadily rising, and the warm air now wafting in the open doorway felt like the steam in a hothouse. Evelyn thought of the vintage style white leather used to cover her car seats - and looking at Paul's girth, and state of health - he was only likely to sweat even more when they got outside.

'Okay,' Evelyn nodded, the smile leaving her eyes as she wondered whether it were rude ask if she could put a towel down. Like a dog? 'We should head over there before it gets too warm though, is your hotel far from here, eh, Paul?'

'I don't know Ev...' Oh no, he'd picked "Ev" up from Ross, Evelyn didn't even like it when he used it. 'I haven't got the foggiest where I am to be honest.' Paul let out an embarrassed laugh.

'Paradise Street.' Ross said, finishing his cup of tea and sitting back.

'What's you're hotel called then?' Evelyn got up and fetched her phone form the kitchen worktop. 'I'll look it up.'

'Ehhhh...' Paul made a show of mouthing a few syllables. 'Sun... eh, Coastal... Coastal Para...' I want to say something paradise, but I'm worried that's cause Ross just said it.'

Evelyn couldn't even laugh at this. 'Don't you have a card, or a receipt somewhere? You can't just lose your hotel!'

'There probably was, in my wallet.' Paul scratched his head, no doubt realising the extent to which he was depended on a teenager and a 21-year-old for help. 'I must have left my jacket in the club last night, with my wallet in the pocket, and my phone too... and my keys.'

'Right, come on then,' she got to her feet and went to locate her car keys. 'Lets drive around until we see a landmark or something that jogs your memory.' It was probably close to the only option they had. What kind of person lost their hotel? Keys. Wallet. Maybe even your fucking mind. But a hotel?

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Postby Coldfield » Sun Jun 25, 2017 6:16 am

June 2018 | Orangefish City

Orangefish is a coastal city, responsible for the "foreign discovery of Coldfield". It was there that the first foreigners arrived on the island and installed numerous foreign trade fairs. Trading posts were also built, and it was in an exchange between a local fisherman and the captain of a foreign merchant ship that the famous Orangeport (renamed years later to Orangefish City) Orange Fish became popular because of its ease of preparation and indescribable taste, a tasty and healthy meal present in the menu of all professional athletes from Coldfield. The fish became a symbol of the city and the mascot of the local club, Orangefish Sports; Due to its enormous success, such fish became the city's name in 1972. Orangefish City is also home to the country's naval industry, as well as a timid technology industry settling in the suburb under the name "Moonlight Project."

And it was just in a building belonging to the project that the last days of goalkeeper David Green begun.

"Is everything ready?"
"Sure, I'm not here for nothing."
"Huh?"
"You know I'm not that type."

On the other side of the city...

The stadium floodlights hid the snipers lying on the metal beams, ready to save the king's life if necessary. It was violent times, and such a leader - also the manager of the beloved national soccer team - needs to remain safe and sound. Violence began decreasing in Summer 2017 when the last Black Pigeon leaders were arrested throughout an operation against arms trafficking in Franktown and surroundings, but the Organization was still seeking the jewel in the crown. Their plans had been hampered by the king's intelligence service, and eliminate its boss would be the final attack to completely destabilize the monarchist zealots and initiate a Republican revolution. But they did not want to kill Edmund and protect him. The snipers were being clowns, distracted by something unimportant while the real action was happening on the other side of the city.

Returning to the suburb...

"Did you hear about the war in the colony?"
"Yes, it was a shitstorm. I presume some of our guys survived?"
"No. The 'monkeys' killed everyone, including the prisoners." The criminal connected a wire of electricity to a detonator with caution. "Are you with the detonator?"
"It's here."
"Tell the others and send them to the van. Let's blown this thing, once and for all."

It took five minutes and the building had been evacuated, a deadly silence became law until the detonation of a bomb. Concrete and metal flew to everywhere with no destination and the structure collapsed in seconds. A black van accelerated and turned the corner, disappearing into the darkness of a dirt road. Luckily for the bad guys that the whole town was busy watching the showdown between Coldfield and the United States of Devonta. However, a private security guard protecting some house whose residents were absent saw the building collapsing and immediately phoned the police, who arrived in 15 minutes. No matter how fast they would get there, it would not be possible to capture the criminals; They were already on their way to Oldmarket, just northeast of Orangefish City.


A few minutes passed and the match on Orangefish City ended: Coldfield 4-4 United State of Devonta. In the first minutes Devonta were two goals ahead of Coldfield, but Balogh and Tjelvarsson managed to equalize at the end of the first half. Kucera score in the first minutes of the second half yet Devonta equalized and in five minutes turned the game in their favor, 4-3. Though luck was with Coldfield and a disastrous own goal saved Coldfield in the extra time.

The post-match atmosphere was heavy and Klerken was commenting on David Green's performance with David Murray.

"I still don't understand why the king keeps insisting on Green as the main goalkeeper. He's fucking horrible!"
"Maybe Edmund still thinks David's a promising young dude."
"Really? He's almost 23, not a teenager anymore."
"But he still young and older than you at the same time; or are you going to say you never liked being labeled as a promising young guy?"

The talk was interrupted by Edmund Meyer himself, who called Dean Murray to say something in particular.

"What were you talking about Green? Do you want to ruin our plan?" Said Meyer angrily.
"It was Klerken who started the conversation, not me. I did everything to not touch that name." Said Murray.
"I see ... maybe he suspects something between us and Green, or worse: he's one of them!"
"That's making you paranoid, my King."
"Paranoid? Even my brother was involved in the illegal scheme, why else would one of my players not be with them as well?" Incidentally, did you hear about the suburb blast? Some criminals brought down to the ground a construction site from the Moonlight Project. Fortunately, no one died."
"Weird. And this has to do with ..."
"David Green. I suspect that what they done has something to do with Green's gang. Moonlight was created recently and has had a great success in the MNAP countries; Perhaps the BPs are not liking their prosperity. Record everything he does: how often he goes to the bathroom, how often he bites his nail, everything! In fact, seek out why they bombed Moonlight Project and if Moonlight Technologies has anything to do with their enemies, the Organization."
"Yes sir. But what if he or one of his henchmen see me?"
"Use alternative methods. Good luck, agent Murray, and we may meet again tomorrow."

Dean Murray nodded and left the place with a confident, relaxed smile.
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Postby Starblaydia » Sun Jun 25, 2017 6:35 am

Part One: Takeaway
Part Two: Duchess

OOC: The 'Blayde Club' logo is an homage & reference to the Bullet Club faction in Pro Wrestling.


One of the great advantages of living so long, immortal beings say, is that on a long enough timeline, everything becomes clear. The macro, zoomed-out view where trees become nothing more than pixels and the forest itself takes shape, everything can be seen fully in a true perspective. The issue that's so important in your life for those moments can be judged as part of a wider setting and you can step back, apply some analysis, and decide whether it truly is the most important thing in the world, or just a passing phase that you'll forget for four entire years until someone barely out of their teens writes an Op-Ed on whether your instant gratification goldfish-like memory can recall the momentary culture-defining craze of whatever year it was.

Like fashionable clothing. Like Starblaydia being top of World Cup 78 Qualifying Group 12 after two games. Like fidget spinners.

Fashion was fairly obvious, unless you're the type of person who has to permanently be fashionable, in which case the forest of 'clothing companies having to make money' is lost by the trees of 'looking on point'. If one style of jeans are fashionable and everyone buys them until they all own the same cut, how then does the clothing supplier continue to make money when everyone owns a pair? Simple, by saying a different cut is now fashionable, and everyone should go out and buy that one to wear instead. This cycle continues in length, style, cut, colour, customisation and a dozen other variables to keep people buying. What's fashionable now may not be fashionable next season, or next year, or next decade. So it goes with causes, movements and even what people put on their T-shirts. Sometimes those things even merge together in a fashionable political movement T-shirt.
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Simeone Di Bradini pictured in a Blayde Club top.

Fashionable political movements like the Blayde Club.

It had all started, so the theory goes, in either the Starbladyi military or, strangely, the Starblaydi professional wrestling scene. No one could truly trace the origins of the first shirt, designed and worn at a pro wrestling event by a serving member of the Starblaydi army. It was one or the other, and the wearer tended to believe whichever version they liked the sound of best. It was a form of underground patriotism, lauding the best characteristics of the great Starblaydi names of the previous near-three hundred years.

Starblaydia had been brought into its modern form in 1946 after independence from an enlightening, if particularly uncaring, colonial master. Now, in the year 2226, Starblaydia had blossomed into the top 1% of economies in the world, both in terms of efficiency and output, with low tax and high levels of equality. It was, arguably, the most influential and successful nation in the history of the world's most important sport, as well as being militarily and culturally influential well beyond its borders. For all the background achievements, though, both the 'soft' and 'hard' power of Starblaydia had waned, and some groups of Starblaydi were very unhappy about that.

They decided that there were a number of people who, in the previous three hundred years, had personified what it was to be Starblaydi in the best sense of the word. The leaders, visionaries and innovators who led by example for the rest of the nation, the region and the world, to follow. The honourary leader of the club would always be the mythical ancient warrior-king of Starblaydi legend, King Oberyn, often called Oberyn Starblayde for the magical sword he wielded, after which the nation had been named. They added many names of historical note to the list: Tiberius Starblayde, Major Jaehaerys Fyreskar, Dr Roin, Francisco Ibanez, Giovanni Lopez, Lex Panarii, Lucas Cable, Coach Haztarr, Curzon Starblayde, Eduardo Chavez, Darijo Cravex, Khim Azanulbizarn, Cherry Garcia, Keira Hamilton and several of the Di Bradinis. Sergio, Roberto, Tabitha, Carlito, Diamantii and, of course Simeone Di Bradini.

Who better represented Starblaydia that the storied hero? One time Starblaydi record international goalscorer and world's most expensive player, World Cup Hall of Famer, World Cup Committee President, author of the most definitive history of the World Cup, four-time winner of the World Cup as player/assistant coach with The Holy Empire, and the man who's name was given to the Under-21 World Cup itself. Who else better personified what it meant to be a Starblaydi? Thankfully for the innovators of the Blayde Club, Simeone Di Bradini had always been a marketing dream. After being given a shirt by one of his young relatives, he was almost immediately spotted wearing it by the world's paparazzi. The logo quickly went viral in Starblaydi and a billion authentic and knock-off shirts were sold up and down the country. Late night talk show hosts got a cheer from the audience by showing they were wearing one, celebrities went to clubs wearing them, wrestling fans stuck to the original version before quickly customising them for their own purposes - Starblaydi simply went mainstream crazy for the Blayde Club. Everywhere the T-shirt went, it was soon followed by a description of what it meant, until 'guy on the internet explaining the Blayde Club' became a meme itself. It had truly sunk in that by wearing that shirt you vocalised your support for the type of Starblaydi people who had come before you, and showed that you aspired to achieve those kinds of behaviour to make it in yourself.

Simeone himself didn't mind, of course, it was rather a nice thing to do. Surges in Starblaydi patriotism, for the right reasons, always led to good things happening and this seemed to be one of those spontaneously viral, grass roots trends that really captured the good things about being Starblaydi, an itch that every so often needed to be scratched, otherwise the nation fidgets uncomfortably, and good things rarely came from that. By Matchday Two, however, everything was going right for Starblaydia. His usual way of checking what was going on in Starblaydia was a daily copy of the Jhanna Chronicle that appeared on his doorstep every morning. He still, a century or more of deliveries later, didn't know how a physical paper copy appeared to him in the Dreamed Realm each day, particularly given how oddly time passed in the Dreamed Realm, and how clockwork the deliveries appeared to be.



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Purple Haze All in the Rain
Starblaydia top Group 12 in opening stages

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Joshua Bentley revealing a Blayde Club shirt
after scoring the third goal. He was booked
shortly after for the display.

The weather may not have co-operated, leading to a less-than-packed Stadii Di Bradini, but Starblaydia got the job done in a skilled and professional manner to dispatch Tveidalen, who were playing in only their second World Cup Qualifier. In the wake of Korra Starblayde's accession to the Duchy of Sideria and the official position of heir apparent to her father Julius Starblayde, the SFA requested to play in their usual change kit of purple to mark the national occasion. The WCC evidently agreed, so it was strange to see Tveidalen line up in white at the Stadii Di Bradini, usually familiar for the home team.

The team from the Rushmori Theocracy didn't appear to get any of the home side's luck, however, as Keira Matranga opened the scoring within the first half an hour. Man-of-the-match Daeron Avathar, who appeared to have Tveidalener captain Haakon Hummel's number all night long, robbed the midfielder of the ball on the left side of the Starblaydi area and quickly played a long straight ball down to Keira Matranga, who broke into the Tveidalen half. With only Spillum between her and the goalie, she cut inside to the centre of the pitch and struck a curling left foot shot from just outside the area, beyond the desperate dive of Asgeir Olhouser. Starblaydia had hit on the counter, and to celebrate the occasion of Korra Starblayde's 25th birthday, Matranga had scored in the 25th minute. A good omen indeed.

Tveidalen, to their credit, perked up at this point, with their visiting fans trying to drown out over a hundred thousand Starblaydi voices in full patriotic swing. They nearly did when Josef Rasmussen turned on a penny at the edge of the Starblaydi area, sending Seth Kilgallon completely the wrong way. A space had suddenly opened and Rasmussen whipped in a shot, but Zac Myhill was there to spare his captain's blushes and push the ball well wide of goal. Starblaydia continued to soak up the pressure in the first half, mostly thanks to Avathar continually winning and intercepting the ball around Haakon Hummel. Hanar Nauglamír had made way for Yantur Canion in the centre of midfield as Fëanáro knew that even at home, Starblaydia would be facing a wave of near-constant Tveidalener attacks whenever they had the ball. On the counter-attack, though, Matranga, Bentley and Kabeya all had opportunities to put the game further away from the visitors, but were denied by poor shooting, some great saves from Olhouser, and last-ditch tackles from Årud.

Still, the Starblaydi counter-attack was working just fine, and when Ella Kabeya's shot was tipped over the bar, the resulting corner from Benson was curled in and met by the head of Daeron Avathar, who powered it down towards the ground and into the net. The goal, his eighteenth in his two-hundred and sixteenth appearance, was no more than he deserved for the difficult task of corralling Hummel for an hour and a half. Two up at the break, Starblaydia pressed on in the second half, changing up the midfield by bringing on Hanar Nauglamír and Anra Kolmkal, giving Canion and Kabeya a chance to ease up for the next few matches against Mercedini and Sargossa, two of Starblaydia's rivals for the Qualifying positions.

Fewer chances were had in the second half, notably Per Strand thought he'd won a penalty from the challenge of Palanadu, but the elf dismissively waved the appeal away and the referee agreed with him. TV replays showed he'd won the ball fantastically well, though we'll never know whether Strand didn't realise he'd not been fouled, such was the perfect timing of the challenge, despite his vocal claim for a spot kick.

By the time Joshua Bentley had slotted the ball home for the third, after some neat interplay between Benson and Nauglamír, the tie was effectively over. All that remained was for Starblaydia to hold on to their three-nil lead, keep the clean sheet, and make sure that Bentley didn't get a second caution after his silly display of a trendy logo under
his match jersey. You'd have thought a twenty-eight year old in his third World Cup Qualifiers would have learned by now, but that should stay on his social media and not be shown off at an international match, no matter how many fans in the stands are wearing them too.

Still, onward and upward for Starblaydia as they find themselves, by virtue of essentially every other result going exactly their way, on top of Group 12 after just two games. They've had the benefit of playing two of the weaker sides, of course, but nothing beats points on the board when group favourites Nephara can only manage a 1-1 draw at home to Darmen, one of the teams who could have caught Starblaydia with a win. Presumed closest rivals Mercedini, too, played out a 3-3 draw with newcomers and last minute replacements Makongo, leaving them four points behind Starblaydia already. Even Sargossa, who had a bye on this matchday, only managed a draw in their opening games. It is away to Mercedini, followed by a visit by Sargossa, that will determine whether Starblaydia are the true pretenders to the crown of Group 12, or if they're just one of several teams fighting for the spots. On the basis of this match, however, Starblaydia will certainly be there or thereabouts come the final shake-up for Qualifying positions, as they have been in their last three campaigns.

Final score from Stadii Di Bradini (147,417 attendence)
Starblaydia 3 - 0 Tveidalen
(Matranga 25, Avathar 43, Bentley 61) - (None)


   Group 12, MD 2                         P    W   D   L    GF   GA   GD   Pts 
1 Starblaydia 2 2 0 0 5 1 +4 6

2 Darmen 2 1 1 0 6 1 +5 4

3 St. Saratoga 2 1 0 1 3 3 0 3
4 Tveidalen 2 1 0 1 2 3 −1 3
5 Mercedini 2 0 2 0 4 4 0 2
6 Nephara 1 0 1 0 1 1 0 1
Sargossa 1 0 1 0 1 1 0 1
8 Makongo 2 0 1 1 3 5 −2 1
9 Yuezhou 2 0 0 2 1 7 −6 0



Simeone still didn't understand, however, fidget spinners. What was the point?
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Postby Electrum » Sun Jun 25, 2017 9:23 am

Centralis Herald - News Section - Janine Connell

Traditional parties on the fall after recent immigration announcement

In the short timeframe between the High Court decision to allow the border wall bill to pass and the Governor-General giving his assent to the bill, just 36 hours, an estimated one million Euran citizens flooded the border and entered into Electrum. This was the direct consequence of Prime Minister Suarez, in what sources say was a "power play" to destroy the effectiveness of the border wall, by essentially giving a free invitation for Eurans to flood the border because she said that, "there would be nothing theoretically stopping anyone from entering in the mean time..."

What Prime Minister Suarez has unleashed onto Electrum's north has been utter chaos. There has been reports of food shortages as a result of the uptick of demand for food and water because of the new refugees buying up whatever they can. Across the border, there hasn't been such access to luxuries such as chocolate or even elementary hygienic products. This, combined with the arid climate of Electrum's dusty and desert North have resulted in sharp increases in prices for pretty much everything. There has also been grumbling about Euran squatters on vacant property as there has been understandably, a lack of housing or any kind of shelter to accommodate for these refugees.

Cynthia Suarez' announcement has been a definite policy failure from the beginning. It was a "captain's call," meaning a decision that she herself undertook with her own initiative, instead of consulting her party room or even the cross-party cabinet. There were no provisions or supply chains in giving the essentials to the sudden increase in population, and there has been essentially zero checking or processing of papers due to the sheer volume of people who crossed in such a short amount of time. The populace, especially in Electrum's north, have been angered at the prospect of having to deal with such a sudden increase of citizens. Inevitably, there will have to be some give somewhere, and crime is definitely expected to rise in the near future as low-skill jobs that Eurans tend to perform just aren't available in Electrum's service-oriented economy.

Voters have already started to punish the establishment parties in the opinion polls. In an opinion poll published by CeannPoll on behalf of the Centralis Herald, it was found that the traditional parties were on a downwards trajectory, and the Nationalists are gaining a lot of votes around the country. Indeed, Labour, and the Greens, who supported the decision to open the border to refugees for a limited amount of time, took a large beating, going down from a combined vote share of 30% to 19%. For the Conservatives, who are in a mandatory coalition with the Labour and Greens, were the collateral damage, falling from 32% down to 26%. Conversely, the Nationalists share of the vote, which has been trending upwards in recent months, has increased sharply from 16% to a record high of 33%. The EUP (Euran Unity Party), in Electrum's far north on the other hand doubled its vote share from 4% to 8%, as a result of consolidation of the Euran minorities in Electrum's north. It is an unmitigated disaster of massive proportion, and puts either the Acting Leader of the Nationalists, Alan Rickuss, or the actual leader of the Nationalists, Jim Connors (who is still recovering in hospital after he was shot in an anti-Euran rally) in the pole position for the Prime Ministership in the next election.

This presents a very worrying picture for Electrum, but there really is no need for concern to our international readers for two reasons: Firstly, Electrum's Constitution, after a citizen's referendum, requires a mandatory coalition, with the cabinet to be proportionally divided based on how a party did in the previous election. The largest party is automatically given the Prime Minister spot, but other parties may choose not to go into cabinet. This means that the traditional parties can seek to moderate the influence of the Nationalists by being in cabinet and working to undermine their agenda from the inside. Secondly, and most importantly, an election is not due for another two years. There is no reason for PM Suarez to call another election if her party is doing badly at the moment. Liberal Electrum will come back with a roar sooner than you think.
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Postby Buyan » Sun Jun 25, 2017 9:44 am

”Pawlo, isn’t this some sort of, you know, mutiny.”

There were several reasons why Pawlo Marciak was not too surprised that it was the youngest in the room, Viggo Stromberg, who uttered his surprise as first. All around him, the others gasped and it wasn’t for a lack of air even if it was a fair excuse to call in. The hotel room in Ferdullaele, clean but minimalistic, barely facilitated placing a collective of eight grown men – especially as one was carrying around a human-sized clipboard around. The broad shoulders of Viggo, a 21-year old who could pass as an experienced man marker if it weren’t for the pimples on his rosy cheeks, lifted his shoulders as if to apologize for interrupting the captain – and collective childhood hero – of the team, but only half-hearted.

”Why would you think so, Stromberg,” Marciak replied calmly, not incidentally choosing the last name of the biggest mouth in the room. It felt like a good time to discover what the Bengtsmark youngster what made for.
”Well,” Stromberg replied, hardly looking intimidated, ”I’ve just spend nearly an hour of getting through slides and simulations of the coach, we’ve agreed on how to handle the Farves and then you ask us to get together like some sort of secret society. And in a darkened hotel room, you ask us to forget what we’ve just learned and do as you say. I don’t know, it sounds… Sketchy.”

It was unfortunate that his voice cracked a little halfway the last word. Despite his age, he couldn’t pass of this small expression of his nerves off as a late voice break. On the other hand, it said a lot about the dynamics that all those around, most of them having a much vaster experience than the 21-year old defender, remained silent and just looked at Marciak to see what he would reply.

”Sketchy. Mhm.”

Pawlo paused with such an emphasis that it actually became sketchy. Of course there was a bit of him that had to admit that there was a dangerous edge at his actions but there was only one course of action.

”It is not about disrespecting the manager,” he tried to appease the situation, ”I would even say the contrary. By… Ameliorating his scheme, we reinforce him.”

And as he turned away, he mumbled, ”and it will be necessary.”




In general, Pawlo liked training. And that’s even mildly put to say something like that about a guy who enjoys to show up an hour early for exercises and brings his goalkeeper trainer’s family to tears, knowing that he will claim their loved one from morning till evening. So, the mere fact that the Crisisbless dressing room was already filled up by the time Marciak threw his bag in his usual corner – one does not need to stand in the centre of the attention to be a leader of the group, he believed. That he tiptoed a little more than otherwise as well…

”Soooooooooo…” – it wasn’t even at the seventh ‘o’ by the time that the chuckling of some of the other guys begun.
”Yes, Ror,” Pawlo replied without turning his head.
”You don’t happen to have seen the schedule for the qualifiers, haven’t you?”

The words had not died out and already the chuckling became boisterous laughing. Across the last decade it had become some sort of running joke in the dressing room, part of the traditional exchange of quips ahead of an international break. Pawlo would smile about preparing himself for a week with his ass on the beach – whilst all knew very well he’ld rather spend his time with a swarm of bees than visit the sea – as his teammates prepared for some time with their compatriots. It always were tiring weeks and not seldom for confrontations against unexciting opposition. The mere fact that Marciak lost his weeks off was already good for a funny but…

”Yes, Ror,” he sighed.
”So we’re up against your dangerous Hedgehogs. Sounds a dangerous cliff,” Jevdjevic-Hadsic grinned.

It was the main worry Pawlo had had during the draw, let us avoid nations where he had a teammate, certainly until the team looked at least better than half-bad.

”Really, outsiders for the world title, I think,” Ror mocked, ”a bunch of hillbillies with an old goalkeeper – always a winning recipe.”

It wasn’t without a second of hesitation that Pawlo turned around, one of his usual tricks. He wasn’t the most talkative of men and had given that some sort of aura. Unfortunately it did reinforce the idea of him being a veteran, a part of the furniture despite being only two years older than Ror. He was well aware that it was just a bit of friendly verbal horseplay but that was no reason to let him push over like the first wimp.

”Such noise…” Pawlo used his lecturing voice, ”for a guy whose main role is just being the Forté back-up. Besides, how is that ‘getting into a World Cup final’ going so far?”
”Tsh,” Ror clicked his tongue, mainly acting insulted, ”curious how loud you’re going to sound once we’ve send home your Hedgebillies with double figures.”

Marciak waited half a second. He was well aware that his squad was nowhere near the international level and the Cheongji game had painfully pointed that out. He himself had to turn around four times and even the scores from Eklund and Raestad could not conceal that the damage could have been much worse. The defence had given their best impression of a sieve and there was no sight of attacking schemes with the goals through a stray cross going in and a header on a mediocre corner kick.

”We’ll probably lose,” Marciak admitted, ”but I promise you one thing: you won’t score.”

Obviously, jungle noises from the others in the team.

”You know what,” Ror grinned, ”If I score, you pay the whole dressing room for a night out. If I don’t, costs are on you.”

Pawlo rummaged a bit in his bag, trying to find his gloves.

”What’s up, feeling afraid for a little wager?”
”No,” Pawlo spoke softly, but loud enough for the dead-silent dressing room, ”I’m just figuring out how insecure you must be that you don’t include the dinner for that night out in the bet.”




”So, is everything clear for everyone. Algiris, you just stick like glue on Jevdjevic-Hadsic – he is the most dangerous man on the Farves. Got it?”

As the quiet Breneco-Buyanese nodded, the others joined him. Pawlo looked satisfied, they sure as hell wouldn’t win this game but that didn’t mean that he had to be the butt of all jokes next week.
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Postby Free Republics » Sun Jun 25, 2017 10:13 am

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Tomomi Yagawa talks The Anarchists of Taiyou, Shattered Burgers, Mineo Endo, more
by: Nova Hellstrom-Hancock

Tomomi Yagawa is one of the most exciting and charismatic stars in the sport of professional wrestling today. He leads the coolest faction that I have ever seen in my long career in this sport: The Anarchists of Taiyou. He is the reigning T-Crown Champion and will be facing NRWC World Heavyweight Champion Mineo Endo in a title for title match at the Tohoku Dome as Zen-Taiyou and the NRWC present Wrestling Empire Thirteen in Tohoku Dome, broadcast live on Zen-Taiyou Multiverse and the NRWC Network. Although he is allegedly a "bad guy" in the eyes of the announcers and those stuffy old suits in the NRWC and Zen-Taiyou offices, Yagawa-san is beloved by the fans who routinely cheer him instead of the goody two shoes they're supposed to cheer. Trust me, he's the coolest guy I've ever met in my life and I've known plenty of cool guys over the years (not including my husband!).

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Yagawa-san, you've accomplished quite a bit in your career in professional wrestling so far but many people don't know that you were once a star of your high school baseball team. Why did you give up a baseball to go into the king of sports?

Tomomi Yagawa: I got bored. In baseball, all I can do is hit balls or throw them at people's heads. I can't beat people up or show off my athleticism when I feel like it. Its more fun in wrestling where I can beat my opponent up however I feel like it without being suspended or going to jail.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: I see your point. Its so much fun throwing losers around in the ring but if you went into wrestling to have fun and do whatever you felt like, why did you play the role of a cookie-cutter hero for so many years?

Tomomi Yagawa: When I was just starting out in the business, old guys that I'd looked up to as a kid pulled me aside and told me to do everything the "right way" and I'd get everything I wanted in the end. I was young and stupid, so I fell for that nonsense.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: That reminds me of the shitty advice women give men just to make it easier for us to identify the losers and the fun guys.

Tomomi Yagawa: (laughs) Yeah, I see exactly where you're going there. You don't get anywhere in life as a man by being that nice pushover that everybody else takes advantage of. If you want people to like you, respect you and take you seriously, you have to forget about trying to be who "they" want you to be and instead be who you really are. The less I give a shit about what the fans think of me, the more they cheer me, the more they chant Yagawa and the more money they put in my pockets by buying The Anarchists of Taiyou merchandise.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: You must have more money than you know what to do with these days, given how everybody seems to be wearing your T-shirts now.

Tomomi Yagawa: Of course I have lots of money. All of us in The Anarchists of Taiyou do and every time we add a new member who rockets to superstardom, we all get more money in our pockets. I love how we have the fans right in the palms of our hands.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Yeah, that's just plain awesome. Speaking of The Anarchists of Taiyou, I want to ask you about your thoughts on the other members of the group.

Tomomi Yagawa: Go ahead.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Let's start with the Lord of Darkness himself, Demon.

Tomomi Yagawa: Demon is such a cool guy to hang out with and he's a promising young wrestler too. I just hope he stays away from the T-Crown because it would be a shame if I had to fight him and possibly jeopardize our friendship.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Neko Mask

Tomomi Yagawa: Neko Mask is an amazing athlete who doesn't get the respect he deserves from the press, the fans or the office. Why is he always stuck at the bottom of the card instead of getting the opportunities he deserves? I get that the Zen-Taiyou office loves to play favorites but come on you soulless suits who couldn't make anybody a star if your lives depended on it: Why can't you give Neko just one opportunity to show how good he is when you're giving some gaijin scrub [Ice Anderson] opportunity after opportunity at the T-Crown that he doesn't deserve.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Yeah, that does seem bizarre. Moving on, "Fallen Star" NAKAJIMA

Tomomi Yagawa: NAKAJIMA reminds me of myself. He was told by the indie promotion he started out in that they'd make him a huge star if he was a loyal company man who did everything the "right" way and he believed that crap. Of course, he was held down for years and even when he got opportunities, he passed up chances to get an advantage because he worried about what the fans might think. In the end, they just flat out stabbed him in the back by sending him to some indie in the FFR where he had to wear a stupid samurai costume that restricted his movement and they told him he had to lose matches quickly and make himself look like a scrub because they wanted to make their shitty wrestlers look good.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: That is horrifying. Match fixing is wrong and has no place in our sport. The fans have the right to see us fight to the best of our ability every single night.

Tomomi Yagawa: I don't care what the fans think but I'm not going to throw matches either, even if the office tells me to. There's far too much "wrestling is fake" bullshit out there these days for us to play with fire like that.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Every wrestler has probably experienced the misfortune of having to deal with some idiot who believes #FakeNews reports about our great sport being fake. How do you respond to that?

Tomomi Yagawa: I do whatever I feel like doing at the moment. If I feel like beating somebody up, then I'll teach that idiot a lesson so he learns not to run around attacking my livelihood with lies but if I don't feel like it at the moment, I'll just walk away.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Personally, I like putting them in a sleeper hold until they get a "fake" nap or, in the case of men, just giving them a "fake" low blow.

Tomomi Yagawa: (laughs) Yeah, they deserve that.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Oh shit, I forgot to ask you about the Walking Time Bomb, Nao Kikuchi.

Tomomi Yagawa: Kikuchi is like the guy I wish I was at his age. He gets it which is why I believe his road to the top won't be as long or as hard as mine was. Its a shame Kikuchi and Demon had to face the Shattered Burgers on such short notice.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Speaking of the Shattered Burgers, what do you think of their supernatural powers?

Tomomi Yagawa: I don't like it. I'm in wrestling because I want to wrestle, not be part of some real-life horror movie.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: How can you possibly prepare to enter the Shattered Universe?

Tomomi Yagawa: You can't. Its just so different from what we're used to as wrestlers that the Burgers have a massive advantage on their own turf. I'm sure somebody will figure out how to beat them eventually but its going to take a while.

Nova Hellstrom-Hancock: Moving on, I want to ask you about your next opponent Mineo Endo.

Tomomi Yagawa: Endo is very good but he's never really been challenged before. Before he even stepped foot into the ring, the office had hand-picked him as a future star and did everything in their power to make him a star. I had to fight for everything I have but Endo gets title shot after title shot because he's the golden boy. Its going to be a long match and its not going to be easy for either of us but I expect Endo to meet his Fateful End sooner or later. He's not going to beat me.

At this point, I'm going to have to cut this interview off at my editor's request. Be sure to check back in a few days for part 2 of my interview with Tomomi Yagawa.

Nova Hellstrom is the professional wrestling correspondent for Sporting World and one of the most decorated champions in the history of the (old) Republican Wrestling Conglomerate where she won the World Ladies Championship on 7 different occasions. At one time, she was a part-time international sports correspondent for Sporting World and a co-chair of the World Cup 68 Seeding Committee. She got her start covering high school soccer for the Petrograd Times before working for Sporting World. At one time, she played girls soccer for Petrograd Christian School. She was Sporting World's correspondent at the 27th Di Bradini Cup, the 52nd Baptism of Fire and during qualifying for the 65th World Cup before transitioning into a successful career as a professional wrestler. She lives in Falatulu with her worthless beta male slave husband Kieran. Recently, she has also been appointed the coach for the Republican National Soccer Team, LLC Cheerleading Squad.
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Football Association of Vilita, Tivali Ring Stadium, Alikki-Corra, Vilita :: The first set of statistical analysis the specially convened Football Association of Vilita 'Generation of Champions Analysis Team' (GoCat) attacked was World Cup 77 itself, starting with the World Cup 77 Qualification phase.

Vilita have a long history of selecting players from its National Talent Pool throughout a qualification campaign, instead of re-using the same lineup over and over. The belief has always been to spread the experience around so that more players are able to step up when needed, and that the younger players are prepared for the occasion earlier in their career.

Did this theory work in practice? Of course, in the isolated case of World Cup 77, Vilita were triumphant. But the GoCAT needed to determine exactly how much of that experience has been spread across which players - then compare that with the experience of the players used during the World Cup 77 Finals - just to begin to paint the beginning of a picture of whether or not the implementation of player selection policies is a help, a hinderance, or a non-factor in the Jungle Cats success.

The simplest place to start is just by looking at how many games a player took part in during the Qualification - sometimes referred to as the number of "Caps" a player has received.

As a subset of the appearances made by a player during the campaign, the simplest place to start was to look at the Goalkeepers. So that's where GoCAT started.

Though there were 18 matches in the World Cup 77 Qualification campaign, no goalkeeper appeared more than 7 times - and that was Cilamara Issah. However, 2 of Issah's appearances were as a substitute - both times coming on in relief of Zelkki Milake who otherwise made the most starting appearances, with 6. It was, for the most part, a 3-goalie system for the Jungle Cats with Yeaddin Owls prospect and Vilitan 'Goalie of the Future' Mako Canopii making 5 starts. Maratopa Inita-Arua of Makosile and Strike's Nikki Tzimas also made one appearance.

It was the youngster Canopii who made the most of their appearances however, recording 3 shutout performances in a row in the midst of their 5-starts during World Cup 77 Qualification. Zelkki Milake recorded just two shutouts while Issah and Tzimas recorded just a single shutout. All 7 of the Jungle Cats World Cup 77 Qualifying shutouts came during an 8-match stretch in the middle of the campaign.

Vilitan Goalkeeper Appearances
World Cup 77 Qualification
Starts (Sub Apps) [Shutouts]

6(0) [2] - Zelkki Milake :: Eastal Lunar FC
5(2) [1] - Cilamara Issah :: Lonngeylin Coast
5(0) [3] - Mako Canopii :: Yeaddin Owls AFC
1(0) [0] - Maratopa Inita-Arua :: Makosile FC
1(0) [1] - Nikki Tzimas :: Jungle Strike FC


On the surface, it seemed like the perfect execution of the Vilitan Goalkeeper Rotation program.

The most experienced players and likely World Cup Finals starting goalkeepers both received a third of the work each for two-thirds of the total time to keep sharp and in form heading into the finals. The other third of the work was given primarily to Canopii, the goalie of the future, to prime the Yeaddin Owls netminder to take the gloves on a moments notice from the soon-to-be-retired goalkeepers ahead of them. In the event that something were to happen to prevent any of the three choice netminders from competing in the World Cup Finals, a runout was given to the next two goalkeepers in line, Inita-Arua and Tzimas, to keep them fresh and training in the national team setup.

Naturally, however, it resulted in Milake, Issah and Canopii being the netminders of choice for the final roster in the Royal Kingdom of Quebec and San Jose Guayabal with Tzimas and Inita-Arua on injury-call standby. There was some debate as to who would be the number one once the Finals kicked off as Milake - the name netminder and national hero got the most starts during Qualification but the more experienced Issah made the most appearances and would likely be appearing in his final World Cup - some suggesting that would give the second-generation netminder that 'extra motivation'. The underground movement however was to give the starting gloves to the youngster Canopii who had been receiving comparisons to Milake himself - the younger Milake who stole the show as a teenager during World Cup 68 and became one of - if not the youngest Goalkeepers to start, and win, the World Cup Final. Canopii would be entering the Finals at exactly the same age that Milake entered World Cup 68 and was coming off a blistering performance in qualifying having conceded just 3 goals in 5 matches including 3 shutouts.

The national discussion about what the Vilitan coaches should do in goal at the time had reached a fever pitch. The three choice goalkeepers were clear. With three matches in the Group Stage - would each netminder get a chance to prove themselves on the World Stage? Or would the Coaching staff select Experience; Star-Power or Youthful Energy over the other two traits?

Of course, everyone in Vilita knew the answer by now but, sticking their analytical blinders on, the GoCAT closed the book on Goalkeepers for now, sticking with the plan to analyze Qualifying in detail before moving on to the Finals. That meant, with their Goalkeeping analysis of Qualification done, it was time to move on to their analysis of Defenders in World Cup 77 Qualifying.

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