Nephara 2 - 1 Mavinet
(4-4-2) 1 - Mercator; 2 - Stride, 5 - Thorn (c), 6 - Brosch, 3 - Muscadin; 23 - Mrdja (13 - Belgrade 61'), 7 - Kuepper, 4 - Shone (15 - Kastriot 77'), 11 - Deventer; 9 - Bastable, 10 - Lovelace (17 - Basilisk 70')
Goals: Deventer 26', Basilisk 84'
Nephara 4 - 0 Havynwilde
(4-4-2) 1 - Mercator; 18 - Rostock, 5 - Thorn (c, 22 - Lockheed 78'), 6 - Brosch (vc), 19 - Strassman; 7 - Kuepper (13 - Belgrade 66'), 4 - Shone, 21 - Moxham (8 - Cromwell 61'), 11 - Deventer; 17 - Basilisk, 10 - Lovelace
Goals: Basilisk 17', Rostock 36', Moxham 55', Belgrade 80'
Ysabet Belgrade wasn't the kind of person who could ever feel... restrained.
In some senses more than others. She'd lived her entire life in Sabrefell - her parents had contemplated moving after the separation but ultimately stuck around in the city thanks entirely to the Moths' academy. Belgrade was only fourteen, but the academy was still her saving grace.
The Moths were renowned for taking in rough children, difficult cases, from all over the city and, even if they never played a minute of professional football, equipping them to become citizens. There'd been proper mentors there, figures she hadn't found at a school she didn't respect. Big Marko, whose actual role at the club was nebulous but who had so many prison stories and was eager for children to experience that life through him, rather than for themselves. Cathi Argent, her youth coach at the U15s, who would follow up razor-sharp critiques that would shred someone's unearned confidence with a soft, almost tender, "Remember there's a reason you're here." Con Temple, who had broken through as a professional if never quite a Moth himself, who looked hard and taciturn but the one time he'd caught Belgrade skiving off training, just seen her in passing, had winked and kept moving.
Some kids started fights. Others saw the club as a refuge from home. A lot were just broke. Belgrade's main barrier was school. "Not gonna have you be another Szalai," the school liaison muttered once as she'd leafed through Belgrade's records, in reference to the world champion who had, rumour had it, never actually learned to read.
Argent had looked over at Belgrade, a gangly young woman by then, knocking calloused knees together, and flashed a rare smile. "She's got damn near his talent, though. She might go as far."
"Ysa!" snapped Ivy Herrick, Strauss' menacing and faintly piratical assistant. "Fuck's sake! I am not accustomed to repeating myself!"
Belgrade snapped to attention. "Huh? Wha?" she said, intelligently.
"Where were you, girl, hey?"
"Uh." Belgrade stared back. "Trying to figure out if Mavinet's wearing dragons or fish."
Herrick stared at her a good, long time. "Get warm and you'll be on next stoppage."
"Right, boss."
God, couldn't a girl get in a little introspection before her international debut? Belgrade shook her head, irritably, and started to stretch out the kinks.
So she'd broken through at the Moths, more or less staggered through her academic qualifications, and turned out to be really good at football. Herrick had herself promoted her to the national U21s, and been a familiar old-school figure who really did care (probably). And so far, really, Belgrade's career on the pitch was yet to really see friction. She'd managed a smooth glide to the top. This was the next step on the path.
Wait, what was the score?
Oh, shit.
So she might have let the occasion get to her, a little. She was on home soil - as in, her club's home soil - with the familiar serried ranks of green and black, even if they were subtly different shades of bottle green rather than emerald. There had been match tapes of her opponents, which she hadn't paid enough attention to. All she cared about was the guy opposite her was not gonna clip her wings.
The pressure was on, they needed to beat the second-placed team, and they'd called on her!
She wasn't going to let them down.
Her first touches held flashes of promise and danger, and the local commentator pointed these out with some satisfaction. Nephara were missing Chimera Moxham through an accumulation of cautions, and natural forward Traudl Mrdja hadn't quite looked a natural fit as a more withdrawn wide midfielder. It was Mrdja not tracking back which had helped Mavinet to their goal, Quang Khai with a perfectly-weighted ball behind Stride that picked out Tien Linh, who played a deft one-two with Hoang Minh before driving a fine finish across Mercator to level the scores on the brink of half-time.
They hadn't rested on their laurel. Actually, during the start of the second half - even if Belgrade had been spaced out in a reverie through most of it - they'd come out the gates raring to go, and Mercator had been required to bail Nephara out with fine saves against Thanh Hoang and, memorably, Thanh Hai, who had produced one of those horrible looping headers inexorably headed for the top corner that, somehow, the Ulsa goalkeeper had stepped back and twisted and flicked over the net with the aid of an iron wrist.
The Cormorants had beaten out the fires and fought back to the ascendancy, but they needed a cutting edge and Belgrade, matched against a tired Phuoc Long, intended to take advantage.
Mavinet continued to frustrate, but always with a view to striking dangerously on the counter. The Cormorants didn't want to over-extend, particularly when Thai Gia came on up front to stretch the defence with fresh legs. Kuepper tested Hoang Trung sorely with a free kick narrowly tipped over; at the ther end, another crisply perfect pass from Quang Khai played in Tien Linh to unleash a vicious shot into the side netting.
Belgrade was becoming slowly and infuriatingly aware that people were gonna write columns about her saying things like 'looked lively, had some neat touches, 7/10.' On her fucking debut! That couldn't stand.
She knew she had to break. Next time the ball came to her, next time the opportunity came up--
A minute passed.
Then another. Then another, fuck's sake, Rovena, couldn't even send a throw-in her way?
Finally. Kastriot nipped the ball away from captain Quang Khai, who had played heroically but was beginning to tire, and drove a quickfire pass down the right. Belgrade and Phuoc Long raced after it, but the Moths winger had the pace, even as the bastard tried to grab her arm. Lay hands on her? Fuck you! She somehow got an extra dimension of pace, nipped the ball inside, Hung Dung was there, the strikers were arriving in the box, Kuepper hung on the fringe.
Belgrade took it on alone. Cut outside the centre-half and absolutely put her boot through the ball, a clinical pool-cue of a strike that hammered against the inside of the post, past a despairing Hoang Trung, rebounding hard to the point where Latona Basilisk, first in the chase, almost accidentally smashed home.
Belgrade looked slightly underwhelmed. Dream goal on her debut, in front of her home fans at the Farham? Coming on to help them over their toughest rivals thus far?
Oh, well. She guessed it'd do.
NEPHARAN NATIONAL TEAM SELECTION - FORTNIGHT 5
Goalkeepers: 1 - Hesterine Mercator (Ulsa, EUR), 12 - Alexandra Markgraf (Sabrefell Moths), 20 - Aranea Provost (Holdenberg, EUR)
Defenders: 2 - Rovena Stride (AFC Treason), 3 - Vivica Muscadin (Sabrefell Moths), 5 - Roxelana Thorn (Revolutionaries, EUR, c), 6 - Ilyana Brosch (Brinemouth), 18 - Linde Rostock (Stahlburg City), 19 - Bremusa Strassman (Crisisbless), 22 - Gabriel Lockheed (AFC Treason)
Midfielders: 4 - Tawny Shone (Sabrefell Moths), 7 - Marica Kuepper (Jungle Strike, VIL), 8 - Lothaire Cromwell (AFC Treason), 11 - Morena Deventer (Brinemouth), 13 - Ysabet Belgrade (Sabrefell Moths), 15 - Mercurio Kastriot (Crisisbless), 16 - Rasmus Caracole (Coret Hawks), 21 - Chimera Moxham (Crawford City FC, COS)
Forwards: 9 - Kurtis Bastable (Ulsa, EUR), 10 - Konrad Lovelace (Revolutionaries, EUR), 14 - Arista Tzorvas (CA Paulinthal, PAS), 17 - Latona Basilisk (Coret Hawks), 23 - Traudl Mrdja (Vermillion Rage)
SCHEDULE
Nephara 4 - 1 Hwiccemark @ The Iron Hill (Vermillion)
Unimon 3 - 4 Nephara
Nephara 3 - 0 The Minarchist Free State @ Ludd's Hammer (Stahlburg)
Terre Septentrionale 0 - 5 Nephara
Nephara 3 - 2 New Lusitania @ Eagle's Club (Brinemouth)
Sharktail 2 - 4 Nephara
Nephara 2 - 1 Mavinet @ Farham Arena (Sabrefell)
Nephara 4 - 0 Havynwilde @ The Gauntlet (Treason)
Damukuni vs. Nephara
Hwiccemark vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Unimon @ Phoenix Rise (Corvistone)
The Minarchist Free State vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Terre Septentrionale @ Farham Arena (Sabrefell)
New Lusitania vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Sharktail @ Eagle's Club (Brinemouth)
Mavinet vs. Nephara
Havynwilde vs. Nephara
Nephara vs. Damukuni @ The Gauntlet (Treason)