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Postby Geektopia » Mon Feb 15, 2021 4:40 pm

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Looking at Other Sports (KGL) | Published by Ñate

The KGL is a professional league that consists of 32 teams which compete in a select division out of the GFA and AFA, those being representative gridiron associations for the countries of Geektopia and Aimena, so you know it's a very rare process to have a sports franchise set in the latter of those places that has a history of economic depression, let alone sixteen. But someone found out a way to do it, and our blood boils from not being able to have a say in which country we want to compete with every year.

Nevertheless, these two divisions are split into four groups that have cardinal directions in their names like "Northeast", "Southeast", "Northwest", and "Southwest". So essentially, these geographic coordinators that are also working for the KGL are putting up these maps of our country on their bulletin board and are drawing a big black X, wherein it's lines would intersect at the middle of the country. Then, they're looking at the spatial coordinates of these cities that now have professional gridiron teams and are putting thumbtacks in those locations to select the groups. It's a totally businessmanlike strategy with no drawbacks at present, but these guys clearly haven't looked at the what-ifs, so I'll do it for them. In the case of Chinese Congo economically developing enough to want a land acquisition from this country that includes one of these cities, how would the KGA come to grips with that? In the history of domestic sport, a franchise has never had to relocate since the first basketball association popped up in 1020 and narrowly avoided picking Homewood as a franchise city, five years before Aimena took their independence and that city into their country.

An inclusion of football teams representing the three lands of Unimon, Chinese Congo, and La Fiorita in continental Kwandoa compete in a round-robin group that determines a spot on the postseason bracket versus what will measurably be the worst team on the KGA official table to make it to post-season after all twenty fixtures will have been played. I think that’s all there is to be said on the matter, now the season openers beckon and will end with some teams having a 1-0-0 record, a 0-1-0 record, or maybe even a 0-0-1 record, as in a draw.

Season Openers
Mordecai Miners (GFSE)                        3  3  7  0  13
Isleshore Mighty (GFNW) 14 0 7 3 24

A thrilling encounter between two franchises in the same country, Miners and the Mighty. We got off to a very exciting albeit one-sided start that would determine the game more than the other three quarters. Bloise strung it all together with two touchdown passes in the first to two different young quarterbacks, Godzik and Marini. These were recorded at eleven from the throw and sixty two, which is just incredible. He had to have thrown upfield so hard, with such pressure, I reckon there must have been some fecal incontinence with Bloise rushing to the locker room faster than anyone after the half. Between these two touchdowns Isleshore was playing better still, with Rafaniello picking off the hurl sent by Cedre to no one on his team in particular. There were tradeoffs from both sides in the second and fourth quarters, particularly in the third, whereas a touchdown was scored twice by only twice.

Guhernig Sweepers (AFSW)                      7  3 10  3  23
Nedseno Rockets (AFSE) 0 3 6 3 12

Guhernig swept and only swept, there was no moment wherein they were in danger of trailing and the Sweepers either led or stalemated in all four quarters. One player to notice on the losing team was Honebrink, either he had a bad day in the office, or this is a weekly thing because the man was sackstripped, picked off by Becera, and then picked off again as far as Fleharty caught it. For the third quarter, things really fell apart again as Guhernig on these plays were too terrifying, conducive to the Rockets whimpering into their own touchdown area two times, and then giving away a touchdown off of an open channel. Romeyn pretended he would get into the pile to try and gain some yards while he was already on the fifteenth from goal, but from there stuck his head out and ran on the whole left side to break free for TD! Conversion kick was missed by Becera.

Turinigre Rovers (AFNW)                       0  7  7  7  21
Mukladrue Crows (GFSW) 7 0 3 3 13

With a city name as hard to pronounce as Turinigre, you’d have thought the commentary team’d’ve burst a blood vessel trying not to laugh at that spelling for the Rovers, but Ingran and his close friend Pieta announced the line-ups, called the plays, and agreed that it was a great honor to announce in these franchises debut game. There was a little quip by Ingran at the end in this footage, in which he observed that the town of Mukladrue sounded like an onomatopoeia of a man dissatisfyingly spitting out an ice cube from his cola that he was drinking. There existed a trade off of touchdowns at the first and second quarters, with Faulstich (Crows) and Fellenz (Rovers) running the pigskin forward a bit too much for the other team to take, coming into the second half then, Rovers took the lead and ran with it for the rest of the game after catches from young quarterback Gnewuch and company.

Lunadoyato Aimenans (AFNE)                    0  0 14  7  21
Luzarai Bolts (AFSE) 6 0 0 3 9

For our first all-Aimenan bout of the week, we had Lunadoyato and Luzarai. Now, you want to know why most of these countries towns start with an L? It’s there, it’s because they lose a lot, hahahaha! We had most of our industry firing on all cylinders to overperform Aimena’s by ten-fold. Let’s talk about it, they’re economically losing it, as well as politically. You don’t just fall asleep and wake up to see the same anchorman drone on and on, stipulating about the economy, and showing us highlight reels of “Times Aimenans wiped the floor against Geektopians”. Seriously, if there’s not an solo anchorman queering around while questioning the stability of his country, the ANN shows these videos of their civilians beating the snot out of their international neighbors civilians to keep everyone entertained after too much news. While I have to admit that those Aimies got some good swings on us, Geektopians knock around Aimenans ten times more often. And that’s what gridiron is about, yeah? Some good old offensive fun with the football, which is not shown here. Out of four quarters, these franchises in Aimenans scored in only two quarters, leaving a half’s worth of zeroes on the board. It’s simply unbelievable. Damask of Lunadoyato and Imbornone of the Luzarai Bolts got their names on the sheet post-game.

Clarashiraze Razors (AFSE)                    0  0  3  0   3
Desa Sirens (GFSW) 0 7 7 10 24

Wow, the first true washout of our multinational gridiron league and this is Clarashiraze’s field goal against a touchdown from Moreen, another touchdown a quarter late from the wide receiver Henna, and then big Moreen cokes in again to separate Desa by eighteen and no way back. This was a perfect display of one team taking the football and running with it all evening with only a slight spell of ball possession off of a thrown pick from the Sirens which put Clarashiraze past scrimmage for the team to challenge for a field goal in the third. There were a lot of safeties in the college draft whose names were swept under the rug for Steffensmeier’s, and there are reasons that panelists were surprised about his move to Desa, mostly as every lineup player was assembled from a trashy college team and it’s really why you hear nicknames being thrown around calling the Sirens the “High School Dumpster Medley” of our time, not only because they had a really unlucky draft made up of young players who were on starting and got blew out by nine touchdowns in historic college games, but it’s also because there was this one safety who was controlling the runs in this game more than the Sirens’ own professional offensive coordinator, it’s really unusual to see.

Nrina Submarines (GFSE)                       0  0 10  3  13
Buya Tsunamis (AFSW) 3 7 3 0 13

A spectacular Sunday afternoon in the coastal city of Nrina, it was eighty four degrees outside and the wind blew northeast at eight miles an hour. This wind direction clearly helped the Subs, who were needing something more than a field goal, but settled anyways. For the GFSE team, Nrina’s franchise quarterback Hean scored and called the shots for a field goal kick which he surprisingly planted into the middle. Hean says that this is only the start of his MVP campaign and also states that a lot of rainy nights are yet to come for Nrina, the same rainy nights in which he exclaims that he won’t request for a trade. The offensive coordinator is inspired, the defensive coordinator is inspired, and the coach claps for a while.

Flurobo Confederates (GFSE)                  14  7  0  6  27
Kussore Riflemen (GFNW) 7 7 0 7 21

Riflemen won the coin toss, but that should that really define anything? I know there are a lot of nerds scrambling, getting their calculators out to see how many won coin tosses contribute to losing by six points, or even losing at all, and making their hunt for such trivial knowledge a name-brand thing, almost to give it meaning. I’ve seen people telling me this “Curse of the Copper” thing really existed while I was in the slump of my life, working at a cubicle job half of the time while I was also looking up get rich quick schemes on the Internet, let me tell you, these bullshit stats should not exist just because you want them to. From the games I’ve looked over so far it’s been a 60 to 40 ratio of teams having won coin tosses and winning, but does that really matter? Also, Flurobo are just asking for it with that nickname. I mean, the Confederates?! This franchise seriously knew what they were doing when they called themselves that, it’s really just a wow moment in the history of naming a franchise anything. It’s 6300, we’re living in a time where it’s only been just under five thousand years after that independence event occurred, you fuckers really have the gall to call yourselves the Confederates, literally meaning “a person one works with, especially in something secret or illegal; an accomplice.”?! For me, this is a disgrace to the city of Flurobo south east, and if this whole nickname-picking shenanigan was done with the people choosing this as their alias, we can call Flurobo “the implosion city” as it looks to be where our people turn into theirs within the country. You are imploding into a woman-stealing Aimenan by visiting the city of Flurobo in Geektopia, this is absolutely ridiculous.

Brusak Comets (AFSW)                          7  7  3  3  20
Kuatuofuroo Seniors (AFNE) 3 3 10 7 23

The Seniors won the first possession through an unsightly method, flipping a brown cylinder and seeing which side it lands on, so they got started for us at the twenty five yard line through a deep kick, wherefore this was followed by some really good play which led to a throw where Madolet saw some on the ball rushing a pass to Tdusi, that is a good way to start the season, gaining eight yards, you know. This was pretty much all Kuatuofuroo on ten minutes left until some fan threw calamari onto the channel in which Madolet was going down, he didn’t know what he slipped on and couldn’t handle the pressure while he got tackled, so the football isnt just out of the hands, onto the ground for a fumble, this was thrown the entirely wrong way. Comets pick up for the restart and say “Hey Seniors, we’ll see you in the future” as they don’t just make a deep run for TD, the quarterback Nimzo has the experience to pick out his running back to make some gains on the 20, but exceeds expectations by lateraling to Nimzo who again is involved in play. He makes some yards and gets his upper half past the 1 for six points to nothing Comets. Inpe is the kicker for this one and doesn’t miss. Just before the quarter ends, Seniors get enough past scrimmage to challenge for a field goal and their punter and duly doesn’t miss either. Brusak repeat their score in the second quarter and get trashed in the second half, losing their lead from the addition of a field goal and a touchdown in the third quarter.

Musek Dinos (GFNW)                            7  0  7  3  17
Kummaboule Molecular Disintegration (GFNE) 3 10 0 7 20

Pretty unspectacular game, this will be a trend where I list the scorers for each quarter; for the first fourth, Rongione out on a spectacular show where he ran with the ball for two football fields, that would logically tell me he got all of the touchdowns for Musek. Our punter for the Dinos that made his field goal conversion was Zook, Musek’s amazing efforts only narrowly lost out to a complete team effort. On touchdowns for Kummaboule, Montague and De Matos were protected and thrown the ball to get a combined twelve points. Interestingly, there were two punters who pulled and pushed down themselves to prove that they could kick it in between, these individuals were Lupercio and Petzak, who booted in the first and fourth quarters respectively.

Runlue Buzzards (GFSE)                        0  3 14  7  24
Homewood Settlers (AFNW) 6 3 0 9 18

Now this really pisses me off. We settled Homewood as it was in our country first, is everyone trying to have a controversial nickname? Anyways, this affair was known for Homewood’s coach, who took a big hit from Runlue’s wide receiver Granzin and stood in front of it like a concrete wall.

Zurubinisukui Black Labs (GFNE)              10  0 14 10  34
Bragremeightre Bucks (GFNW) 10 10 0 7 27

First quarter was an intriguing look at both coaches, 10-10 and the guy in charge of the Bucks called a timeout from five minutes and lined up his receivers, running backs, quarterbacks, special teams, sat them down on the bench, and had them have a talk about performance before the first time out out of three ended. I mean, whatever sort of mental tactic wins this guy games, I’ll go with it, sure. Bragremeighte lost this one, though, so you’d have to ask why Fattal didn’t brief the team on protecting quarterbacks or sensing deep runs.

Nyakitaa Shamans (AFSE)                       0  6  0  3   9
Redtough Blimps (AFNW) 10 0 0 6 16

And the Shamans were just about to make the comeback as well. Might as well have been a stingingly late touchdown to hit Nyakitaa like a train. Shouldn’t have that nickname been the “Redtough Trains” or something? Also, Shamans are the only team this far with no gas in the tank in terms of touchdowns.

Torahora Sideliners (AFNE)                    7 10  0  6  23
Lito Ancients (GFNE) 3 7 10 6 26

Rasheed Senators (GFSW) 14 7 0 14 35
Bashi Branches (AFNE) 0 7 0 21 28

Offtsutare Whitehares (AFSW) 0 7 6 0 13
La Toray Cannoneers (GFNE) 3 10 0 7 20

Musatobotita Otters (AFNW) 0 0 7 0 7
Lare Icicles (GFSW) 0 7 3 3 13


Couldnt cover all games ran through Xkoranate, unfortunately. Then you’d certainly have no idea what I was talking about gridiron-wise.
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Postby South Newlandia » Mon Feb 15, 2021 4:47 pm

Why can’t we have nice things?

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We need to do better.
Just like they did a bit less than a year ago against Tumbra, the South Newlandian team stepped into the stadium hoping to make history. Just like that time, they did.
This time, the good kind of history was out of stock. Just after the biggest ever South Newlandian win, they had the worst defeat in their history.
The game had barely even started, and Taeshan was already up one nothing. Philip Gurero got outplayed horrifyingly, and Trischuk could only stare helplessly. It only got worse from there; the entire defense fell apart. Wolverine tried substitutions to stop the bleeding, but nothing helped. There is little less encouraging than your side, normally solid on defense, getting blown out by a team known for it’s defensive style. The offense didn’t piece anything together either.
Morale reached an all-time low. This was anything the players didn’t want. They wanted to enjoy themselves. At least there wasn’t much flak from the media, everyone seemed to not expect any different. That realisation made the players even sadder.

Oh wait, we can have nice things!

If we look away from the scoreboard, the game against Taeshan was also notable in another way. It was the first time South Newlandia was playing in their brand new
jerseys, produced by Siru; a kit manufacturer from Tikariot. While the players would’ve loved to wear the jerseys in a better game, they are still proud to wear
the design of one of the best kit manufacturers out there.

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Postby Ethane » Mon Feb 15, 2021 4:52 pm

Will Margaret show Grace towards you and your World Cup dreams.

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Postby Farfadillis » Mon Feb 15, 2021 5:57 pm

"Just a tap-in". That's how most journalists, some online forums and a ton of fans described many of his goals. For whatever reason, half the times he scored for la Vherderoja, destiny appeared to have conspired in his favor. Some lucky rebound, some great play by his brother, or maybe rue Cazade, or one of the wingers. Maybe some mistake from an opponent. The pattern, however, was always the same: whenever there was a way to do it, his goals would be deemed "inferior". The argument always went along the lines of "anyone else could've scored that". Funny how nobody else ever did.

It's true that strikers get most of the credit. Come up with a list of great strikers and compare it with a list of great defenders. Chances are the former is about five times as long. However, besides goalkeepers, nobody really gets quite as much flak as a striker who forgot to put on his finishing boots. Miss one or two clear-cut chances and you'll find half the fanbase wants you out. If you score those same easy chances, you'll find it was easy all along. If you're not one of those players that dribble past half a team to score your goals, you'll be getting torn apart as soon as you hit a bad run of form.

"Don't pay attention to the critics, Röé." Pam had (wisely) told him before shoehorning him into the pure goalscorer role. Roam, look for spaces, pounce. Maybe assist your teammates here and there, maybe hold up play occasionally. But mostly, just be a goal machine. Those were the instructions he'd received, and like the professional he was, he'd followed them to a tee... except his finishing had been subpar for a while. He'd worked hard on figuring out how to find open spaces and sneak behind defenders. He'd gained an uncanny ability for predicting where the ball would go. He'd bulked up. He'd put in the hours, in every sense. He'd stayed overtime practicing his finishing. He'd even swallowed his pride and asked his brother to give him advice.

Behind "just" a tap-in, at least in his case, there were countless hours of training. Not just the recent ones, either! All the way from his early days to the present day, he'd given it his best. He'd gotten farther than anyone thought he would, too: from Mâ Âlâmëómë academy reject to Farf league champion and NT starter. For all his troubles, all he was getting was a few funny videos making fun of him.

He was a bit masochistic. What little free time he did have, he'd often spend it reading opinions about him online. He never grew accustomed to it. The day before the match against Turori, he found most Farves on social media (yes, social media was back) were disparaging him. Tap-in merchant, Anartz Salayeta, the other Çídh and, uh, Failmün, were some of the nicknames he'd been receiving. He put himself through watching an entire failcomp. The video recommendations to the right only rubbed salt on the wound. It was almost surprising how neatly-cataloged everything was. "Röémün Çídh's Biggest Fails, Rülândéá Kôstä, season 33", "Röémün Çídh's Biggest Fails, Farfadillis NT, cycle 86" and a (fortunately not that long) et cetera. There were also the top 10s, which he didn't dare pay much attention to. "Röémün Çídh's Top 10 Biggest Misses (you won't believe number five!)" and "Röémün Çídh Top 10 Worst Matches" were the only titles he managed to read. The algorithm seemed to taunt him by throwing in an additional "Edmün Çídh Top 10 Best Plays" video in between those.

Ever the calm one, he just turned off the computer and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a good day: he was sure of it.

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Farfadillis win opening match after Tor-turori-ous final thirty minutes


La Vherderoja has come away with all three points from the opening match of the World Cup 87 group stage. This bodes well for Pam Scott's men, as the match against Turori was supposed to be the hardest match of the group. This was not only based on ranking—the Eels were one of the better second seeds in that regard—but on recent results too. Although both teams are about even in terms of record, it is undeniable that Turori had been inflicting particularly painful losses on Farfadillis recently. In World Cup 82, we were handed a 6-3 loss in the semifinals, marking our fourth semifinal loss. At that point, we'd never gotten past that stage, which made that result arguably the most painful in the country's history. In World Cup 85, as defending champions on home soil, we were pummeled 3-0. That match retired Oskar Holsteiner, after an infamous kung-fu kick got him suspended, and Pam Scott decided to prescind of his services indefinitely as a result.

Going into the match, Pam hardly innovated with her starting eleven, and it's hard to fault her for that: Farfadillis had been one of the best-performing teams in qualifiers, especially in the second half. The plan was the same as always: go out, grab the game by the throat, score a ton, defend as an afterthought. This approach saw us outmatched in the first twenty minutes of the match, with la Vherderoja struggling to create quality chances while the Eels kept getting closer and closer to scoring the opening goal. Farfadillis-based Tulaki Rauogba hit the crossbar in the fifteenth minute, for instance, after a great individual play. Having realized the mistakes in her approach, however, Pam changed the team's playstyle radically: she took out Edmün Çídh and put on Fujanej Moloses. The move stunned most: we were only thirty minutes in, and we'd already made a tactical substitution. What's more, she'd replaced the in-form Edmün Çídh with the relatively unproven quantity that was Fujanej Moloses. The effect, however, was immediate.

Farfadillis turned towards a much more possession-focused style of play, reminiscent of a few games in World Cup 84 where the team had to hold onto a result by whatever means possible. It made for a boring match for stretches of the game—at least by Farf standards—but it worked to cool off the Turori attack. Slowly but surely, we started getting chances. First, Alxíkí squandered a clear chance after a brilliant run down the opposite flank by Emiliano Gallegas. Right before half time, a long-range effort from Faragó rue Cazade went just wide.

After half time, neither team changed their approach. As the minutes went by, Farfadillis took hold of the game. By the sixty-minute mark, Turori were no longer seeing the ball much. In the sixty-fifth minute, we finally struck: a great passing play from Çí Xôrí and Moloses in the middle ended with Gallegas breaking through, dribbling past Pumaziiri, then passing the ball towards the penalty spot, where rue Cazade fired one of his trademark good-luck-saving-that shots. He hit the right post. The ball bounced, hit An'maude, then fell next to Röémün Çídh, who was barely onside, and the Rulandese striker fired away. He got a yellow card for excessive celebration after raising the middle finger towards the camera.

The goal woke up the Eels, however, and the next half hour was difficult to watch for any Farf: we surrendered attacking almost entirely, but not because it was part of our plan. The Turorians started recovering the ball much more frequently, and they succeeded in cutting off support from our attacking players. Indeed, Fujanej Moloses, who'd been having quite possibly the best night of his life until that point, looked completely invisible from that point onwards. However, we managed to hang on, not least because the defense did a surprisingly good job of holding back the onslaught. Credit where credit is due: Pam Scott has managed to make the defense look much more organized this cycle.

In the end, the win was perhaps a tad generous for Farfadillis. A draw would've been much fairer. However, football is not fair, and la Vherderoja now has a much easier path to the second round thanks to that. Up next, Chromatika. Although we are supposedly one of their bogey teams, you'd be hard-pressed to find a Farf who feels confident about this match: the Chromatiks are historically a very solid team, and it's always looked like it was just tactical shortcomings that were making them perform so poorly against us. We were a bit of a bogey team to Turori and Banija back in the day, but both of us put 6 and 7 goals (respectively) past us in a semifinal eventually.

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Postby Astograth » Mon Feb 15, 2021 5:57 pm

“What the FUCK, Ref‽” yelled Indartsu Lekea into the referee’s face, arms raised.

The small man curled his lip and turned away, judging Lekea from the corner of his eye.

“No espeak Eenglish,” he said.

Lekea knew that was bullshit. This Farf rando had been fluent enough before the match started, lecturing him and Roxelana Thorn, the Nepharan captain, on how he expected a clean match.

“No, what the F- AHHH“ Lekea cut himself off with an agonised cry. There were a lot of people mobbing around the crime scene, and it was his job to keep it – and himself - in check. If he was angry, and this was the angriest he’d been in ages, it didn’t bode well for how the rest of Olibondeka were handling it. Their friend and goalkeeper, Gentza Bedigax, lay on the grass of The Pit with blood in his mouth and the right side of his head, struck by the studs of Konrad Lovelace as they both rushed to the ball. The ref hadn’t shown the forward so much as a yellow. Everyone knew AO refs were bad, but Farf ones? Something else.

The Cormorants seemed to know this one had gone their way, and to their credit were mostly steering well clear of the Astograthians. The Olives’ medical team were busy stabilising Bedigax’s head, spraying him with something while stretcher bearers stood by. The seconds after impact had been terrifying, the goalkeeper crumpling to the ground and Lovelace scrambling to check on him, waving for the medics. The Astograthians were seeing red, and it had been lucky that the first one there, Leskerre, knew Lovelace well from the Euraleague – enough to know it wouldn’t have been intentional.

As Lekea went to corral his teammates, Doyenard was already there, pushing back Martel and Ibargengoitia. Malkorra had gotten through and was chasing after Muscadin at a jog, waving away Duarte. Lovelace had disappeared. Bergara and Echeberz were in a standoff with their Zozi teammate Cromwell, asking for an explanation. Epherra was screaming something at Thorn in Astograthian, his massive frame barely held back by Remondegi. Muhaburu and Labeaga knew the referee and were shouting every insult they knew in Faroleran, flinging around their substitute bibs like they were professional wrestlers getting ready for a throwdown. When they ran out of words, they turned back to find Salayeta, who was more fluent. Assistant manager Carsten Thunder, coincidentally Nepharan, had put himself between the two benches, while Aurre Laurnagaray accosted manager Louis Vaudrail as to why it was Echepare Rospide, the third goalkeeper, who’d be coming on and not him.

It was chaos on the biggest stage.

Ethane was the same small nation where they’d almost won the Cup of Harmony… but this was the World Cup. They had to keep it together. Lekea already regretted losing his cool with the referee – the stakes were far too high. It had been a blatant red card, but they’d have to live with it. To hell with VAR and the WCC, but the World Cup was too important for stupid outbursts. Not when they were still scoreless against Nephara.

Nephara. The country where Lekea had built a career and a life – in that order. He was, in some small ways, more Nepharan than he was Astograthian. Moreover, the two national teams knew each other well. They were playing alongside and against each other week in and week out, across the Nepharan Zenith, the Audioslavian National League, the Euran Gold League, IFCF competition, the Copa Rushmori. The Astograthian First Division had its fair share of Nepharans, even if they weren’t national team level. The matchup between nations was unequal, but their football was enmeshed.

And not a single player there knew both Astograth and Nephara as well as Indartsu Lekea. He thought he’d reached the peak of his career at Corvistone, but no. It was crystal clear that this was the peak. Holding the line for Olibondeka at a World Cup, with the armband, hounding Chimera Moxham and her squad of Galácticos, locking out what was undeniably one of Rushmore’s greatest teams ever. This was his finest hour, and with his blood at a simmer it was there that Lekea made his choice. He wouldn’t go out in a Copa Rushmori or on the bench.

With Bedigax still being tended on the pitch, Lekea and his lieutenants rallied their men toward the touchline, and to all form into a circle.

“Lads!” he cried out. They all stood at attention, faces red and dark. “You see what we’re dealing with here! With the refs against us, with a goalkeeper down, you’re sick of it! I’m sick of it! Always something going on, always the same shit. But you have. To stay. Focused!” Lekea jabbed his index into the side of his forehead.

“I know you’re giving it everything you have, but if there was ever any time to play like your life depended on it, guys, this is it. And I’m telling you now, this is it for me. I wasn’t sure about it before, but I am now. This World Cup is as far as I’m going with Olibondeka, it’s as good as it gets for me. And my promise to you is it’ll be with the World Cup in my hands.”

The team cheered in a mix of surprise and the sheer high of the moment. Lekea knew he was only the latest in a long line to make that promise, stretching back 30 tournaments. But there would be one in which it came true.

“Now focus! This is still a draw, we’re still eleven against eleven. We’re holding them to a draw! Nephara, the twice champions of Rushmore, twice World Cup runners-up. We’re holding THEM to a FUCKING! DRAW! Now win this!”

Epherra’s bellowing voice led the team through their chants as they pulled away and back onto the pitch. Bedigax flashed a weak smile and a thumbs-up from the stretcher. His teammates patted him on the leg as he slid past. Doyenard walked Rospide to the goalmouth, an arm around his neck, passing on some last-minute wisdom.

Lekea looked beyond, at the cluster of Astograthian fans behind their goal. They’d looked quite calm to him up to that point. On focusing now, he could see the audience was actually bouncing up and down in unison, lines of arms and heads bobbing and trembling to the beat of a drum. Its rhythm matched the pounding of Lekea’s heart in his ears.
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Eels Lose opener against Farfadillis

After a strong campaign during World Cup 87 Qualifying, the Turori National Team arrived in Ethane full of confidence heading into the World Cup 87 Finals. Drawn into the so-called "Group of Excellence" - Group G with three other Atlantian Oceania based nations, Turori would get things started against the most difficult opponent - the World Cup 84 Champion Farfadillis.

The Farves would be the top seed in the group and would undoubtedly be one of the more difficult opponents the Eels would face after being rarely tested in Group 6 of the Qualifiers where they finished atop the Table with over four games in hand to the closest challenger.

Though the reputable Turorian defense was on display in full force in the Newton-Smith Arena, the same could not be said for the fans with one of the lowest attendances in the history of Turori in the World Cup Finals. The stadium could hold just 25,000 fans and it was rumored that over 30,000 Vilita & Turorian natives had made plans to travel to Ethane for the World Cup Finals based on regional travel data. With an allocation of just 5,000 tickets to the Football Association of Turori, many members of Nigel's Army were left outside the stadium.

Ninety minutes later, however, they may have been thankful for the fact they were unable to get into the stadium as the Turori National Team were stifled by their Farvish opposition over the ninety minutes, unable to gain any meaningful attacking form. Inland Peaks FC goalkeeper Timaala Hualtia was impressive but not perfect and Sürgân t'Öéséné used some tips and tricks from the Vilitan League to get the better of Hualtia for the games only goal in the 53rd minute.


Turori [0] - [1] Farfadillis

GOALS: Turori
STATS: Turori :: Possession: 48%:: Shots: 3:: Corners: 5 Farfadillis :: Possession: 52%:: Shots: 6:: Corners: 2
Lineup: [GK] Timaala Hualtia, [D.] Lulu Pumaziiri, [D.] Mikki Mayelli, [D.] Yitizo Mpala'a, [D.] Moumouni Verre'elali, [ML] Mbdiai Akarenaa, [MC] Naraiza Ruaplal, [MC] Kiidallen Aeroluzzi, [MR] Lati'ala Giaoka, [FC] Meldi'ita Mungwaii, [FC] Nua'oma Aikiki
Bench: [FC] Turakia Diijelhma, [FC] Kala'a Yuliizala, [M] Daliora Toru'u, [M] Kentu Umaka'a, [U ] Amakli Inuro'o, [D] Biliki Rona'atu'i, [GK] Wiyauw An'maude


It was a low scoring day in Group G with just one goal in the Turori v. Farfadillis matchup and just one goal a piece between Chromatika and Quebec. The draw between Chromatika and Quebec on the opening matchday could aid Turori if they are able to be victorious over their Northern neighbors on Matchday 2 as it could provide an opportunity to take destiny into their own hands against Chromatika on the final matchday. For their part, the Chromatiks will square off against top seed Farfadillis, a team which they have never defeated and have in fact been outscored 8-1 in three previous matches. Despite the fact that Farfadillis are the Top team in Group G coming off a victory against the 8th ranked side in the multiverse, and the fact that Chromatika have never defeated them, Chromatika will have reason for optimism against the Farves who many have predicted could still be ripe for an upset inside the All-Atlantian Oceania group. The result of Chromatika and Farfadillis will only be relevant to the Turori National Team if they are able to be victorious against Quebec on Matchday 2. Defeat against Quebec on Matchday 2 would at best remove destiny from the hands of the Turorians but could at worst eliminate Turori if both Quebec and Chromatika win on Matchday 2. In that scenario, the Eels would be eliminated entirely from the World Cup Finals.

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The Renaissance Review of Books

Confessions, First Love and Recovery, of a Posthumous Novel
By Arsene Pineau Kim

OCTOBER 9, 2067

MONCTON, ACADIE - Asher Chania Lundrigan, 1st Earl Lundrigan, 3rd Baron Chania of Vdara, the finest writer of his generation that's still ongoing and present in his writing, was the youngest laureate of Royal Society Prize in Literature in 2060. The craftsman of prose in both short and long form, his works have included English-language novels The Death of A Fratire Man (2049), All Hallows at the End of Toji (2051), Orestes-Erigone (2053), Gwangmoo 1958 (2065), and the first four books of Korean-language trilogy In Retrieval of Our Past series, as well as four short story collections also written in English.

Befitting his massive bibliography was the life of a challenged man, whose life was one of adventures and unusual circumstances. Born in Quebec City where he held little childhood memories, he had lived several years beyond the Interrealm Portal before returning to spend a decade in idyllic settings of Midtown Kingston. After reading history and Korean language and literature at St. Croix, where he had studied under late Margarita Beckett and Tequilian shaman-philosopher Isabel Jurado, he worked as a journalist in Grearia, Cassadaigua, and then in Quebec City under The Taegukgi, before finding his way to the novel.

Unstoppable and productive at all times, Lord Lundrigan was at his finest as a novelist until his death in January this year. While concealing his political opinions, he saw himself more as a moralist, once recalling famously in an interview following the awarding, 'I have written my novels as epistolary memoirs, folktales or lesson manuals. A lot of it involves reflections, regrets and of course, confessions to those whom you love the most.'

Thus, as a moralist with his familiarity into all forays of surrealism, neo-classicism and modernism, Lord Lundrigan found himself firmly entrenched within the establishment, with strong faith in young educators and writers he had seen as promising in all quadrants of life. While not holding a literary school or mouvement of his own, something he found to be dangerous in principle, Lord Lundrigan found himself everywhere and nowhere at same time. Since his marriage and entrenchment into the seaside village of Saint-John-Upon-Battersea, Lord Lundrigan became a devout observer of Anglicanism.

While he exhibited his moralistic views less in his life, what began his career was arguably the most punitive piece of his career. His debut novel, The Death of a Fratire Man (2048), was a fascinating hit in the booksellers for its surrealist view of punishment of unnecessary, excessive behaviours his 'male heroes' display in contemporary literature, to the point where it has been misunderstood by many college students of current generation as a first-year morals textbook.

In it there were shades of his own reflections there, befitting of a man who for rest of his life was blessed by the love of his wife, Lady Eileen (best known by those abroad as singer-songwriter Plongeon), and whose themes of atonement and punishment coexisted in equilibrium unlike that of his contemporaries. In time for the release of the book, which had coincided earlier with the arrival of his daughter, Claire Athene, Lord Lundrigan moved from Quebec City to Saint-John-Upon-Battersea, where his in-laws and their family all resided on the Bay of Fundy.

Lord Lundrigan's posthumous novel, Confessions, was written in Korean over last eight years of his life and released earlier this year. A work commonly known to those around him as the novel of scenaries and sketches, Confessions was the work Lord Lundrigan had in mind as his farewell. Of course, the reasons behind its release this year, when the final manuscript of 'The Ophelic Coda', the final book of In Retrieval of Our Past series, was postponed for two years, remains unclear.
It was stated on Lord Lundrigan's 2064 lecture, 'The Aesthetics of a Quebecois Writer's Moral Progress', which he gave at St. Croix, that he had intentions to publish a particular favourite piece of his sometime in the next half-decade. While he declined to mention on the Q&A session on what event that may have influenced then 43 year old, at the height of the fame, to consider a prospective coda, one can wonder. His longtime friend and godfather of his daughter, the president of Quebec Foundation, Marc-Andre Pyo, writes in a brief introduction that 'it is a reflection into the late Earl's thoughts towards sacrilege, a hero's journey mixed with that of the questions that lie within the Book of Job.' One thing Mr. Pyo, high school and St. Croix classmate of his, mentions here is that Lord Lundrigan's sufferings and losses, which he self-inflicted upon as necessary, may have been best way to put it forth...





A mid-March evening, 2039

'Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
35I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressèd brain?
40I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.'
- MacBeth, Act 2, Scene 1 (Line 34-42) -


Can I not act upon what I am expected under a man's duty? Certainly. Should I prevent the fate's course, even if the destiny were to save a family or two? I believe not.

Asher Lundrigan was becoming stubborn and half-blinded. He saw that it was going to be impossible to tell Eileen or her loved ones about the curse he bore in the numbness of his conditions, and he saw even less possibility of getting away without telling about it. What they were going to deal with was the very fear of losing someone dear, that had run into his mind dozens of times. He couldn't bear to admit that, should their courtship continue beyond yet another year and eventually into holy matrimony (barring unexpected ruptures so common of teenage relationships), potential implications were going to be far too great for him to ignore. Asher wasn't ready to admit any bit, because he knew that was going to eventually surface or at least be suspected especially as his baseball career had limited shelf-age of five years. If the news were going to surface, Asher knew his best to break it all off, and abandon all duties.

Asher thought to himself, as he slowly turned around the Armistice Park corner and towards David Ogilvy's Bookstore where he was due to meet Eileen, to tell her the last words: 'I will be honest and let you go, because none of your dreams should have me standing in your way.' That's what he was going to say, without any reason why, and he's going to regret it but it was inevitable.

As he became nearer, Asher wanted to think about how unpredictable fate could be, and how all the chances he once had were for naught, as it had always been the case in Quebecois tragedies as a genre of plays. But those metaphysical thoughts, fuelled by his academic and personal training while studying for Baccalaureat Quebecois, were only disrupting his head and aching the pain of what's yet to happen. So Asher just walked along, checked his phone and tried his best not to collide into the crowd, as it started to rain on a mid-March day.

Three minutes of walk had him inch closer and closer. In the city of West End, there were neverending rows of dark umbrellas floating over the pavements, which were indicating the daily routine for some and concealing themselves for others. The old buildings were very much to the Industrial Age of 1800s, but the drizzles of evening rain and smoky clouds cast the very atmosphere set the atmosphere in which Asher found his soul within. He rapidly twitched his eyes, back and forth, trying his best not to be caught lost and crushed.

But the fear, the feelings, and her face, had all moved the subsequent sequence or two so quickly that he couldn't help but to feel his soul in Styx's ever so alluring powers, as rainfall became worse and worse. The sound of silence, so deafening to his ear, blasted unspoken curses at Asher. He could now see her and every bit of his muscles were loosening, as every step closer had earmarked the muscle memory.

In that brief interval of time, the rain starting falling over them, drenching the West End streets so violently that the Old Believers would have believed it to the return of their times.

'Ash!' He heard her shout that one word before he opened his eyes, as she ran to him, leaping towards him for a short kiss. 'Thank god you're back for once. Is everything alright?' Eileen asked Asher, only feeling glad to see him at the very tail end of March Break. If all things frank had to be said, the contrast in the air was jarring, as Eileen was only glad to see Asher after not seeing him since the Christmas break at Coxwell Park, while Asher was feeling every bit of the pain holding her.

'Um....there's something I have to tell you.' He hesitated, the intervals suggesting the seriousness of what he was going to tell her. 'And I have to tell you something right now.' If truth be told, it's already going out of hand, as the crowd couldn't help but to notice the anticlimatic scene between a beauty and a beast. While none of us, and certainly not myself, dear reader, could tell you what the bystanders were feeling as they looked, but their nerves were struck by it as well.

'What's wrong? Is there something that happened in San Ortelio?' Eileen, clueless about his imprisonment in Nueva Caracas, was unintendedly enquiring him the questions. 'Are you injured or something...or a loss...? I don't know...' She immediately feel her joint tighten as Eileen couldn't help but to notice that something was wrong with how Asher was behaving. No, that's all she had in her mind, but the intuition was saying otherwise and that was discomforting enough.

'I have to tell you something.' Asher sighed, their eyes meeting like how they did the first time. 'I have to tell you that....' Eileen started shaking, immediately realising why the rain was falling in shades of purple hues, everywhere. 'None of your dreams deserve me in it, and that I'll be honest to it and let you go...' he said the last words, not knowing what to say about the moments of doom, but at least at peace over the fact that the worst has just passed.

Then, like that, the time had stopped for a second. She was feeling lost, as if she had been shut out of entering a house as the door rapidly closed. With the abrupt nature, Eileen knew something important was going to be said, but she had never anticipated this evening to be that of a farewell. She remembered their moments, of the last March break when he unexpectedly came over, of that last summer in Big M, or their endless moments chatting across seven seas...only to see the glasses shatter on that said mansion. Eileen opened her eyes, a tear slowly falling, and tried to answer, but couldn't say anything. Instead, it was Asher begging for forgivensss, as he struggled to ease the pain they were sharing at this space:

'Sorry....you deserve someone better...It was bound to be so,.'

How tragic! Vanquished of his will, Asher felt his gaze loose and ran away while Eileen, hurt and lost, was left in middle of the rain, left there to cry without any word- to despair and weep.
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Scott talks WC, Farves and carrying lots of cash
by Mindy Cartwright, National Soccer Editor

Given her place in the sport, Pam Scott is still largely unappreciated among observers of soccer around the multiverse. There are probably not more than a handful of managers who could face the pressure of being in charge of the Farfadillis National Team, yet she's into her third cycle as Farf boss after succeeding Ichi Tuzzio following World Cup 84.

The Maestro himself has remarked on several occasions that Scott was the perfect choice at the time of her arrival; although they had broken through to finally claim the biggest prize in soccer, the core of the squad was dominated by veterans who would unlikely be able to sustain the form shown in Cassaidaigua. She was given the task of rebuilding the World Champions on the fly, while maintaining their lofty KPB ranking and without the benefit of a ready made pipeline of up & coming talent via youth development at the national team level.

She's been generally praised domestically for finding rough gems and having confidence to give younger players important playing time, as well instilling some discipline into keeping the squad within the parameters of a system where defense is given more than just a cursory thought.

She generously took time to speak with us from the Farf training base in Letson, Ethane in the days leading up the first matches of WC 87.

MC: “Pam, thanks for being able to give some of your time to speak with us.”

PS: “Mindy, it's always great to have the chance to talk to you. None of national papers ever want to talk to me anymore.” (laughs)

MC: “I can only speak for me, you seem to always have a lot on your plate. And it's probably a bit out of respect to the current management.”

PS: “Of course, I don't think I'd be too happy if the media here was running regular interviews with Mister Tuzzio on a regular basis.”

MC: “I think from the top, I want to get your thoughts about Kate (DiMarini, former NT assistant manager under Scott, who also played in college for the Farf boss). I had the chance to have a quick talk with her awhile back...”

PS: “Someone forwarded that to me, so I did read it. Obviously, on a personal level I am thrilled for her. I know she's made her mark at club level in Zwangzug, and Maria (her younger daughter) keeps me updated on everything going on, not just with Kate, but all the BP players who are overseas. As her ex-boss, I couldn't be more proud of her, although she'll always be the sullen girl rolling her eyes at me that first year in Lima (at Northern Baker Park).” (laughs)

MC: “I've seen some clips of you on the bench during matches where it looks like smoke might start coming out of your ears at any second, but you are certainly a lot less demonstrative now than you were during the WC 85 cycle.”

PS: “I give credit to three people for helping me re-learn how to manage my emotions and really, how to be a better coach, especially as a man-manager. Steffi (her oldest daughter) really took a very active role in maintaining a semblance of normalcy after we moved from Belle Haven, of course (husband) Brian did the hard work, but she convinced me to start doing yoga and to change up my diet in a couple of areas—as a family we try to eat as healthy as possible, but she asked me to experiment with some alternatives. I remember later saying to Bri, in her presence, 'who'd have thought our daughter would be such a genius?' (laughs) Also Xixi Ens, who taught me a valuable lesson that first tourney at AOCAF 60 after I came in. He didn't have to throw me a lifeline. He was the star of the World Champions, a Galactico. He could've let me sink on my own, but he made a harsh reality clearer and I was able to show that I can also learn, not just teach. My current Captain, Faragó (rue Cazade) has continued my education about Farf ways, again he doesn't have to do it, but I'm immensely grateful he leads our squad, and tells me truths I might not otherwise know. To both of them I will always consider my debt unpaid.”


MC: “I want to briefly ask you about Rob Lundstrom, your number one assistant who walks in the footsteps of Kate and Will (Barnard).”

PS: “I should add him as the fourth person who's made my life easier. Rob of course was one of the development instructors who mainly worked with club academies that didn't have huge coaching staffs. He'd be out on the road for 3-4 weeks, then come back to Birkenfeld, work with age group squads when needed, do other things like watch videos to evaluate players. He was persistent, always around asking if there was some task that needed to be done. When I took over for Trevor, I said 'give that poor man a youth staff job' and we did. After I announced I was leaving, he sent me an email saying how much he enjoyed working for me, and if I needed someone to come along, he'd like to be considered.”

MC: “That impressed you? Worried you?”

PS: “It didn't register at all until after a couple of weeks in Ferdullaele, when I realize there's no support staff, there's no setup. It was Tuzzio & Dandalleion and whatever they could scrounge up themselves. Now I'm scrambling, but I go back to my inbox, and Rob's named jumped out at me. I'm on the phone to Willie (Barnard) 'tell Lundstrom to call me yesterday!' (laughs) Fifteen, twenty minutes later, he rings through and I'm casually making small talk....'yeah I was just re-reading your email...' “(laughs)

MC: “When did he figure out he was the SOS call?” (laughs)

PS: (laughs) “After he landed in Busukuma and I met him at the hotel to check him in, then sat him down in the lounge. Which was about 48 hours later. One of the things I learned quickly in Farfadillis at the time was that cash was king, so if you were leaving and planning to return, take plenty of money. Normally you'd have a credit card, a line of credit. Something to carry out a transaction. In Farfadillis, there was no credit.
I paid for his ticket on my own credit card, then reimbursed myself out of the cash I'd requested from the FFFF before I left for the weekend to Banija.”

MC: “Very 'SPEC OP Files' [a popular TV show about fictional Commonwealth Intelligence Service agents doing spy stuff]”

PS: “That was the reality at the time. I want to make clear, my personal safety within the country was always assured. I didn't need 24/7 protection, but it was made available to me on relatively short notice. Back to the story, I laid out the circumstances for Rob. Didn't beg or plead or play on his emotions. I said you have two nights paid for in this hotel, if you don't think you want to accept, you'll be back on a plane to Belle Haven Monday. If you decide you're willing to give it a shot, we will be on a plane to Ferdullaele the same day. Fortunately—for me—he decided to roll the dice. I've never been more grateful.”


MC: “The Banijan Soccer League and Farfadillis' top flight, with Busoga's top clubs as well, joined together into a super league. In light of that, how do you see the World Cup playing out, with Banija as the holders and Farfadillis being one of the contenders?”

PS: “Well it makes it easy for me to keep track of my guys. (laughs) But seriously, both leagues were strong and now are much stronger. The quality of competition has jumped significantly. Take the example of Busukuma (AC), they were champions of the last BSL campaign—I'll add I was very proud and happy to witness in person Angie (Angelique Underwood, BPNT player under Scott) be handed the trophy as captain, the first woman and foreign player to lead a BSL Championship team—but the club struggled in the new combination. It is a huge advantage for Banija, and it's pretty advantageous for us to have our domestic based NT players be able to increase the level of quality in who they face week in and week out.”

MC: “How do you imagine things shaking out here? (in Ethane) There are five of the top 10 in this half of the draw.”

PS: “One of the trends since I came to the La Vherderoja has been the increasing parity among the top 25-30 nations, especially at the top, but also further down between 11-20. On a given day we can beat Vilita, Nephara can beat Banija, Baker Park can beat Starblaydia just as three examples. Look who had to fight like the devil to make the Finals—Pasarga, The Holy Empire, again BP. I think there's a chance that there could be a first time winner here, I wouldn't be surprised at all. Nor would I be surprised if one of the teams chasing a sixth title finally broke through.”

MC: “We saw Daniella Strauss quit during the qualifiers; Marcus Waters has been around for awhile, Stephanie Sweeney, Maestro Tuzzio. There are a lot managers in the top 10 who are getting along in years. Do you think there will be some managerial turnover after this cycle ends?”

PS: “I think there could be. I don't know if any of then ones you named are thinking of calling time yet; I have more conversations with Marcus than I do with a lot of other managers, mainly because we cross paths more often, and he's not hinted anything. I hope I won't be changing jobs anytime soon!” (laughs)

MC: “How is your Rulandese or Farolean?”

PS: (Laughs) “Not as good as Mr Tuzzio's English, I can tell you that! Rob knows the languages better than I do, on a conversational level. I can get by, but really I should be more fluent than I am.”

MC: “Pam, best of luck in the future. It's been great to talk you again.”

PS: “Thanks Mindy, same to you. I've enjoyed it immensely.”
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“Nel sogno c'è sempre qualcosa di assurdo e confuso, non ci si libera mai della vaga sensazione ch'è tutto falso, che un bel momento ci si dovrà svegliare.”
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Well, you have to feel for them, Federico. Two hard-fought matches, two matches where we arguably saw Tlanxball at this iteration’s peak...but in the end, it’s two narrow losses, which sees Savigliane eliminated from the World Cup after just two matchdays.”

“Absolutely. Look, if you’re conceding seven goals in two matches against this caliber of team, you’re just not going to find success. We’ve seen Tlanx-Nulzk Hal’s side prove over and over again that they won’t back down from the challenge, but dedication and perseverance just aren’t enough against the likes of Kelssek and Vilita. If Savigliane returns to this stage, we can only hope that they’ll find a more balanced approach.



The locker room was quiet before the game, for several reasons. First, the Swans needed a result against Vilita, a five-time champion and the seventh-highest ranked team in the world. Anything else would likely see them one of the first teams eliminated, a disappointing ending to Savigliane’s fairy tale. They had clawed their way back to the World Cup after four years of chaos, the singular goal of qualifying surpassing everything else. And now they were here, and for what?

Marchetti cuts past Cjinder, whips a cross into the box...and Squarciafichi blazes wide! Oh, what a chance that was for young Thea Squarciafichi, as a fabulous Marchetti run gave her the equalizer on a platter! But Savigliane, despite their persistence, just can’t find a fourth goal against the Jungle Cats. And as we enter the third minute of stoppage time, the clock is about to strike midnight on Savigliane’s cinderella story.


The second reason that the locker room was so quiet was that it was Bianca Fiore’s thirtieth birthday. At least, if she was still alive, it would’ve been. And with arguably the game of their lives in front of them, there was the feeling that anything less than a point would be spitting on her grave. And not just hers - Bertrand didn’t like to talk about it, but he remembered everyone who he had lost in acute detail. Every night since that WCQ playoff at Stadio del Piero, the lost ones cried out in his head. He had thought delivering the Swans to the World Cup would be enough. But to think mere qualification would make it worth it was looking increasingly foolish.

Is that...yes it is! Petit is going to be sent off! The substitute Sébastien Petit earns himself a second yellow for that disgraceful shove on Cnijder...the tide has really turned against Savigliane now! A goal and now a man down with mere minutes left on the clock, and what options does Tlanx-Nulzk Hal even have left?


The four years since then had been good to Bertrand, objectively speaking. He’d found his way to Tikariot City FC, and in one of the rising stars of international football, had helped his team to a championship in the TPL. And on the national team, his versatility, two-way threat, and endless motor made him a fixture first at left wingback, and then at left-back for the Swans. The 28-year-old was arguably Savigliane’s best player, although you’d never know just by looking at him. He wasn’t the type to show off, instead doing everything he could to will his team over the finish line. Understated but essential - that was the role he had taken on everywhere he’d gone, especially here, where he was anchoring the flanks and making Tlanxball possible.

Marchetti plays it back to D’Ambrosio, whose kick is...deflected by Tarala! Blanco and Marchetti rushing back to cover, and it’s blocked and sent just wide! Vilita is nearly gifted a fifth there as D’Ambrosio makes a horrible choice with his distribution. That could’ve been game over!


But that was not enough anymore. It was enough when Savigliane were steamrolling the lower-ranked sides in qualifiers, holding sturdy at the back while Eura and Siovanija & Teusland dropped point after point. But their dominant record had obscured a crucial fact - they had just one win against World Cup-level opposition, and their 43 points were buoyed by lucky bounces and taking care of lower-tier teams. The defense had been brutally exposed at times against Kelssek, and if they were going to keep attacking (and they had no other choice), there was little to stop the same thing from happening against Vilita.

Here’s the corner kick...it’s found its way in! Might've taken a deflection off of Marchetti there on its way in, but we'll need to see the replay to confirm that, and it was certainly on target before that touch. Vilita has taken the lead once again with a late header, and that’s just an absolute heartbreaker for the Swans fans in attendance. They fought so well and so hard to keep things on level terms...and now, here toward the end of the match, they’ll need to will themselves to yet another goal...it won't be an own goal for Bertrand Marchetti, and there was little he could've done to stop that pinpoint header from going in, but he must be kicking himself regardless.


One of the few things that could change that was Bertrand Marchetti. And he knew it - nothing else would be enough to get a result. And a loss was simply no longer acceptable for a nation that had given up so much. As he ran out of the tunnel, his eyes were steeled with determination. He was going to play the game of his life.
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Postby Valanora » Mon Feb 15, 2021 9:43 pm

Usually before a match, there is a quick exchange of formalities and respectful greetings towards one another, a general sign of respect for both the game and the opposition that you are about to take on. That was not the case when the Bulls of Audioslavia and the Marauders of the Eternal Empire met for the second game in their group stage, with only the most brief of exchanges had between the respective captains before the national anthems were played. Audioslavia did not like the Empire and the Empire really did not consider the Bulls a real rival to them, not like they felt when they were playing against Starblaydia or The Holy Empire. There was a bit of animosity there but it paled in comparison to how the Marauders felt about the other two, having had such storied history and high tension matches against the Purple Peril of the Starblaydia contingent and the reality warping forces that made up The Holy Empire. It also helped that they were two of the three other sides that the Marauders were racing against to be the first team in the history of the World Cup to get a coveted sixth title, with Starblaydia and Vilita both having five to their name and The Holy Empire having four.

However the way that Audioslavia tended to play was in direct opposition to the way that the Marauders liked to play the game and their contests usually came down to a contest of wills, who could impose their way of playing the game onto the other or could rise above the way the other was playing. With the Marauders preferring a free flowing, attacking game that was as clean as it was clinical, resorting to a possession based tactic against more defensive sides, it stood in stark contrast to that of the Bulls. The Audioslavia national team was infamous in the Empire for their use of gamesmanship, dirty tackles, cheap tricks, and foul play in trying to get an edge over an opponent, their use of physicality and taunting of refs and opponents alike really getting under the skin of Vanorians. That failed to even mention that the Audioslavian team also preferred and more defensive shape, looking to play a counter attacking style and not take the game to their opponents in some form or fashion, which was seen as a defeatist mindset inside those of the Empire who enjoy the game.

That was the way it was as the game begin, late tackles, crowding and shouting down the ref, and a few rogue elbows being thrown when going up for headers. The worst part, it was working, the Marauders were looking frustrated as the Bulls piled on their antics and tried to really get under the skin of the team, to force them into uncharacteristic mistakes. It was not a mistake though that would gift the Bulls the goal in the twenty-ninth minute, it would be sheer, raw power from their man who is known for doing so. Koenraad Rijsbergen was finally able to beat Martin Gundersen in the air and brought the ball down quickly and put in a shot that Julius Miljeteig could not begin to react quickly enough to and the Bulls had taken a much needed lead for their hopes of advancing out of the group stage. Gundersen was visibly unhappy, thinking that Rijsbergen had gotten away with an elbow into his gut that had caused him to miss the header that then allowed the opponents to score. Yet with the Bulls having shouted him down during the first half hour with all their fouls, the ref had been hesitant to call the elbow and let the goal stand.

The lead for the Bulls would last them to the halftime whistle and even the towering presence of Hawk had a few swelling spots and signs of bruises from where the Bulls had been putting their tactics to work. Didrik Gjedrem was going to have to shake things up if he was going to get his side back into the game and put the Bulls on the wrong foot. Harlem Saxstrom and Amalie Nergård were both being brought off at half time, a very rare double change for the Marauders at the half time whistle, but Didrik had to fight fire with fire. Gideon Riemann was being brought on in the middle, to augment Larsen's capabilities and the lanky but strong figure of Thor Møller was being brought on to lead the line and play with Ludwig. Thor Møller had the added benefit of playing in Audioslavia and was well acquainted and ready to deal with their antics and it did not take long for him to do it either. In the fifty-third minute, Veliz lofted a cross into the area towards the spot and the Shamrock Cathair striker bullied his defender onto the wrong foot and then powered in a devastating header past Goran Stroud. There was nothing the 1830 Cathair keeper could do, as the domestic rivalry was renewed on the international stage, advantage Shamrock.

Larsen, Hawk, and Riemann started to give back the same physicality that had given the Bulls their edge and Thor was using his strength to keep Logan and Cerron busy, letting Ludwig to have more freedom to roam and try and few through balls for Veliz or take shots himself. Stroud however was up to the task for each opportunity even as the Marauders started to tilt the field more and more towards their advantage. The final change for the Marauders came in the seventy-second minute, with Indra Söderström being brought off and Jaimes Ybarra brought on, with Veliz shifting over to the right and Ybarra in his more favored spot on the left, as the two Capri wingers looked to press hard on the Bulls in the final stretch. The fresh legs of Ybarra seemed to be the tipping point and in the eighty-first minute and Veliz cross met Ybarra on the half volley and seemed destined for the back of the net, but Stroud was able to get a hand to it and deflect it away. However that deflection hit Ludwig in the chest and he quickly collected the ball and chipped the sprawled Stroud to put the Marauders ahead, wheeling away in celebration, doing a cartwheel and then pulling back his bow and firing it off into the stand full of Vanorian supporters.

The Bulls had been brought to heel and the Marauders had claimed two victories from two matches to begin their stand in the Finals. However their work was far from over, as they got news later in the day that Trolleborg had managed to upset Poafmersia, meaning that the Marauders had yet to clinch their spot in the knockout stages. While they had a very favorable position, there were a few scenarios where they could find themselves out of the Finals despite their two wins and the team took solace that the next day would be a recovery session followed by a match review to keep the team fresh and tend to any of the minor knocks that the Bulls' antics had given them. Poafmersia had been considered the wild card by the braintrust and analysts leading into the group and it seemed that they were going to be just that. The Marauders needed but a draw to secure the group title and advancement, while even a loss would be hard to set them out of the competition. Yet Brenecia had already clinched the top spot and the Marauders did not want yet another tournament where they had a would be semifinal in the first knockout round. They needed to go out and get a result, but that would be easier said than done to a side that they knew hardly anything about.
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Narrow loss against Banija not a blunder; Savvy Yarns come apart at the seams | Published by Leicecester

It’s a headline without the buzz word “Geektopia” in it, but you sure are going to know a lot about their situation come the end of this article. Coming into the evening, the Motherboards knew they needed to either win or draw versus their Rushmori adversaries given that the top seeds were playing each other and could just play out a stalemate to spite us both as the two of them would amass four points and give the winning team of tonight’s universal collision another must-win situation the day after. Truly an impossible situation it would be if our national teams supporters don’t work together to have one thing in common and flood the Marianne Detreux, urging these professional athletes of Baker Park and Banija to find their chances, and strike them with their feet as they come.

Of course, we have our lineups, wherein the famously flexible Lertora started as always, the best defensive line that could have been dished out was dished out. Ponti was on the left besides the irirreparable defensive duo of Germain Sophie and Livengood. In the matches these two have been next to each other, six goal scoring sequences have been initiated from the pairing. The media have even rumored that Germain has had a more valuable relationship on the pitch with Livengood than the former has in general with his dad! They’re a deeply detached family and their troubles started when Germain was just a wee lad, he wanted to play gridiron but his father said no and didn’t supply a reason (although the general public that’s known of his gridiron career say he couldn’t break the bottleneck that lay before a successful international calling, another reason being his flagrant immorality and illiteracy problem. He’d strut up to a microphone and say anything so long as he gave his mouth good exercise). Germain didn’t want to be raised by a soccer dad, but that was the sport his father was transitioning to, so that was how he was brought up. Along with a good education, no abandonment or neglect issues, they lived in a perfectly healthy house, etc.

For our midfield spine of four players there’s number seven, six, eight, and fifteen. The names of these dons are, from left to right, Abdill, Germaine Sophie, Matkowski, and Sdao, who was wearing the number fifteen shirt to raise awareness of former player Dolivo’s birthday. It was really more of an attempt to wear his jersey as a motivator of this legendary player’s career and how much this inspiration was magnified by that one bad-ass mermaid tackle on a Woryand player. Still, not a great influence, but a bad-ass looking tackle in Sdao’s perspective, he tries to emulate this as much as possible while the opposition player isn’t dribbling the ball or has it for a millisecond between their feet.

Finalmente, for the attacking formation there’s Foletta, Rebimbas in the middle, and Swenty. They haven’t completely told the other team to ditch an Attacking Pass Formation but have discouraged them just enough so that they can be the only ones getting on Dingledine’s good side. They like to get treated well by the manager. “Treated well” being a loose definition, what Dingledine does in his spare time is take yacht rides, drive in the Geekmobile, and trip over little kids (when this draws attention he’ll feign blindness for sticking the foot out). If one is a relative of his, or practicing in moderation what he dishes out, they’ll also be subject to yacht rides and drives around town.

With this combined power in all three departments of defense, midfield, and offense, Geektopia win games, especially games with special stipulations attached to them like price tags attached to ham rinds from the supermarket.

The Savojars did a lot better in this than what would be first perceived through the scoreline. Possession was dominated through the first hour, than we had a few plucky balls coming back to us, we toyed around with the chance of scoring, then Foletta scored the first (13’) and last (87’) goals of the game, the second came after the interruption by Morten Poulsen at sixty-eight minutes; how rude! Now you’ve got their goal stuffed between two buns and a slice of Colby-Jacks below it, representing our goals! Of course the two buns were speckled with sesame seeds, and even flax seeds of the like! This represents Foletta’s shelly exterior of a personality, and an even shellier paradigm on the pitch, being noted to have marshaled defense and midfield more than Lertora when they lose a ball. He contributes a lot in exchange, it’s totally justified behavior. The one goal that really separated us came from the land of Julio’s sole. You see, Julio when he scored in the seventy fifth represented the Colby Jacks cheese as a hamburger topping better than anyone, this ones a very flexible athlete, and I know I’ve said “flexible” one too many times in the same article but the guy could have come up internationally asking the board for a gig in between the sticks. I’ve also realized that it’s very mentally flexible to want to be fluent in goalkeeping and midfielding, the latter he’s been outstanding at recently.

By that, Savojarna have been eliminated from the World Cup proper, but one has to give the organization a token of applause for making WC appearances back to back. May we meet these savvy yarn creatures again, and bring on the bakers from a particular park!
Banija 2-1 Geektopia <> 12,912 @ The Marianne Detreux Stadium, Southern Hampton, Ethane
Goals: 18’ #9 Idai Uster (assisted by #10 Namakula Kuwesa), 35’ #8 Musa Gaye (assisted by #9 Idai Uster), 64’ #37 Foletta (assisted by no one, free kick goal)

Substitutions: 28’ | #10 Nankervis in for replacement of #33 Pitter, 35’ | #5 Dargy in for replacement of #19 Thorud, 64’ | #29 Diminno in for replacement of #30 Ponti, 64’ | #23 Rebimbas in for replacement of #4 Livengood, 77’ | #9 Shammami in for replacement of #27 Swenty

Player's Marks:
LERTORA: 6.0
GERMAIN SOPHIE: 6.0
FOLETTA: 7.0
ABDILL: 6.0
MATKOWSKI: 6.0
SDAO: 6.0
PITTER: 6.0 ⬇️
THORUD: 6.0 ⬇️
PONTI: 6.0 ⬇️
LIVENGOOD: 6.0 ⬇️
SWENTY: 6.0 ⬇️
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NANKERVIS: 6.0 ⬆️
DIMINNO: 6.0 ⬆️
DARGY: 6.0 ⬆️
REBIMBAS: 6.0 ⬆️
SHAMMAMI: 6.0 ⬆️
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Postby Trolleborg » Tue Feb 16, 2021 4:36 am

Greetings, compatriots! It’s TTV from Taeshan with good news – probably, last good news this season. In the second game of World Cup our lads play with Poafmersia, team with whom they previously played in the semifinals of BoF-71, whose (highly justified) dream of the final they broke on that memorable evening, giving the country a wonderful gift for our sacred holiday on December 1. It was an exciting match, jewel of the tournament, a duel worthy of the final. Our specialists promised to restore soon the game in 3D and we will see everything in detail, although, of course, it is difficult to imagine someone who has not watched it on TV, this First December we will remember for a long time.

One of the strange features properties of the huge world that opened to us then was that time everywhere flows in different ways. For us, all this happened less than four years ago, but in Poafmersia a dozen years have passed. Only half a dozen players from that squad remain in the ranks, and they are all already wise veterans. The impressions of this meeting with them were summed up by Morten Troll, “It was interesting to meet again old acquaintances, but it was difficult for us to fully perceive so clearly that time in Multiverse flows differently in different places. Sandi Jaliaha was my age in the year of that tournament, and now he is a veteran with gray hair, and I am the youngest of our team at the time. Those with whom Levenkrands, the oldest Trolleborg player who entered the field, was on a par, have been already coaching teams for a long time" When asked if there was any pressure, he replied, “We were pressured by the tournament situation now, but the coach and management gave us an accurate and sober description of what we should do and how, but it was difficult for the opponents, they needed a victory both for tournament reasons and due to their mythology".

The fans also remember that game, as it was held on our national holiday on December 1, and then, on this occasion, it was decided to perform patriotic songs at the 1st minute, 11th minute, and so on. It was decided to repeat the performance today as well, and it turned out with great success. A chorus of tens of thousands of voices rumbled over the snowy Taeshan, and it was powerful and delightful.

And the team's game was to match expectations. It is a rare case that we fully defended our goal, although the opponents did everything they could, and even more, trying to get the second victory in the championship and with it a guaranteed ticket to the playoffs. However, our guys held out, responded with sharp attacks, did not let their opponents relax for a minute, leading an uncompromising, but within the limits of the rules, fight for the ball across the entire field. In the second half, Potato Farmers apparently got tired of the pace of the game, but before their coach had time to make adjustments and bring fresh players on the field, our guys made their move. Wolters made a cross into the penalty area, one of the defenders tried to put the ball out of the box with his head, but made it only worse: Severin, who seemed to be securely covered by the opponents, lay in wait for this moment and shot powerfully.

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The score 0:1 when there was equal game is not something that can embarrass Potato Farmers, and they went ahead with large forces, twice Kotsson parried the most dangerous shots in flying, but in the end our guys played a quick attack. Levenkrands rushed along the flank, made a clever pass to the center and Kerr used the fact that the defenders did not have time to return to their half of the field and figure out who was covering whom. A strong shot - and 2:0.

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With almost ten minutes remaining, Poafmersia players did everything they could to make our lads uncomfortable. But fortunately, football luck was on our side.

And here is the whistle, there is the our first victory in the World Cups. Whether we will ever celebrate the second one is a big question, but still we all have a reason to celebrate tonight.

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Postby Nephara » Tue Feb 16, 2021 6:41 am

Nephara 5 - 4 Drawkland
(4-2-3-1) 1 - Provost; 2 - Stride, 5 - Thorn (c), 6 - Clevinger, 3 - Muscadin; 15 - Horvath (4 - Shone 78'), 8 - Cromwell; 7 - Koerner, 14 - Fletcher (21 - Moxham 54'), 11 - Considine; 10 - Lovelace (9 - Bastable 62')
Goals: Considine 13', Lovelace 19', Clevinger 41', Moxham 67', Bastable 71'

As ever, all unwarranted Nepharan arrogance is solely IC.

Aranea Provost licked her lips. "Alright," she murmured. "Alright."
She loved penalties. As a goalkeeper, they were her chance to be a hero. The hero. Woman of the hour, nobody could look at anyone else, it was all, unambiguously, her.
All she had to do was keep that ball from getting past her.
She didn't much like the number 17, Apollo, planting the ball on the centre-circle. He was like the rest of them - all ego and athleticism, someone who somehow fit 28 hours into every day and probably hadn't got laid in... either twelve years or twelve hours, it was kind of hard to tell which vibe. Arrogance was good if you could back it up with some style. That was yet to happen.
Well, not by Provost's standards, anyway. Nobody was allowed to have an ego, she felt, except her.

"I'm just not sure what everyone's so afraid of. Their goalkeeper wears the number seven, for Christ's sake."
(laughs) "Right."
"Their right winger wears the number 1, so. I guess they just got mixed up in training one day and ran with it. Some guy even has 0 on his back, so. Don't know what's up with that. One of them's even called Rodney, like that's a name."
"What about their substitutes? Remind me."
"What substitutes? Hah! And they're all--"
"Are you fucking kidding me."
"Oh, hey, Ro."
"Hey, Ro."
"No, seriously-- you're talking trash about-- let me get this straight. Okay; Anselm, sweetheart, I know you're just dumb and brash. So, Nea, I know this is actually your fault, because you're-- stop laughing, you're like the. Some kind of Faustian bitch. No, so, let's get this straight. You're talking shit like we're gonna walk this team over in a cycle we lost to whatever Sett Forest were. We almost didn't fucking qualify. And that was a blessing. A blessing that means we can't take anyone lightly ever a-fucking-gain. They made it here. They're a second fucking seed at the World Cup - on paper, they're better than Audioslavia, better than Pasarga, better than Savojarna. Better than the side we just failed to beat. Humility, motherfuckers."
"... Sorry, skipper."
"That's right. Nea? ... Yeah, didn't think so."

Roxelana Thorn was a stuck-up twat sometimes, but she wasn't wrong. Three goals attested to that. Provost was sore about each and every one of them, and in her view you had no pride as a goalkeeper if you weren't. For the first, Madison had simply outbattled and outpaced Vivica Muscadin before, Provost had to admit with gritted teeth, beating her at the near post, sheer power catching her out as her fingertips only pushed the ball further into the net. For the other, Garnet slipped a clever pass between the lines and nobody picked up the left-sided centre-half, of all things, surging into the box. Past Horvath, lacing a confident finish past Provost... the goalkeeper clapped her hands together and looked for someone to blame, which wound up being Cromwell. And the captain herself got a real earful for losing a header to Ross Hunter, who directed his header easily into the top corner. It didn't matter that Thorn had won every other header against demihumans literally a foot taller than her. She lost that one.
A significant disincentive to conceding goals went beyond national or professional pride and just not wanting to get screamed at by Aranea Provost. All smiles and nectar in private, but on the pitch she could be a real fucking shrew.
Trouble was, the defence had done well by her. She'd 'only' faced six shots on target, and her three saves were cancelled out by three saves - two fairly predestrian, a third somewhat spectacular to tip over a thundrous drive from number 0, Southers.
And there was also the minor issue: Provost gave away the penalty in the first place...

"... can actually bring you the footage from the referee's headset. So, uh--"
"Oh, my God."
"So the Nephara goaltender here, one-- one 'Arraynia' Provost, she's in the purple, right--"
"I mean, it's really more of an indigo, Mike, if you ask me."
"Fine, so, she's at the World Soccercup, I'm told that's pretty big business for these 'Nepharims', and. Well, Provost here, she's about to give away a penalty shot kick..."
(audible crack from footage; the studio audience oohs)
"Right? So it's like she's playing, I dunno, football or something--"
"But she's maybe-- she looks about five feet tall, doesn't she."
"Oh, no, she's tall, the other guy's just over seven feet."
"Wait, what--"
"Anyway so she gives away the foul ball, and here we've got footage from her foul mouth - close your eyes, lip-readers at home!"
(laugh track)
"... ahh come the [BEEP] on, this big [BEEP] drags his [BEEP] foot through [BEEEEEEEEP] the [BEEP] is- C[BEEP] you [BEEP]? Seriously? Seriously! You're doing this [BEEP] thing. How is it-- tell me how it's even [BEEP] possible to [BEEP] [BEEP] the [BEEP] [BEEP]? Tell me! TELL ME!"
(laugh track)
"Needless to say, the umpire flipped her the yellow caution for that."
"I think she was lucky to get away without an ejection, Mike."
"So that's enough for another episode of..."

Provost spat into her gloves, and glowered at Apollo. "C'mon!" She clapped, spread her gloves wide. "C'mooon! Fucking--"
The whistle blew.
Oh, it was beautiful. Not the penalty. The penalty was whatever. Provost was admiring: herself. She gracefully shifted her weight and propelled herself forward, the right way, it was going low, her hand went low, and she felt the rewarding thump of the leather hitting her glove... and an iron wrist held firm. She smacked the ball forward, scooped it out of trouble, scooped it riiiiight back where it came from...
... awww, shit...
Apollo didn't miss that. Hammered it into the net, raced right in on goal, hopped over Provost's prostrate body to try and get the ball. Didn't matter - the referee blew the final whistle straight after, not even time for the whistle. But it would be the principle of the matter... even if she did, technically, save the thing...
Roxelana Thorn squatted down by Provost's side, offering a crooked smile. "That was pretty ugly."
"I know. I know."
"But, hey." The captain offered a hand down to the goalkeeper. "Three points."
Provost examined Thorn for a moment from the ground, before reaching up and seizing the captain's hand with her sweaty, spit-spattered glove. For the first time in two hours, the fey little smile was back, promising mischief and a relative lack of screaming. "Three points."
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Connolly to Resign at CASE,
By Chelsea Dufresne, Concord Heights Times


If you read one of recent articles at the start of the World Cup, Taylor Connolly, the President of the Cassadagan Association for Soccer Excellence, strongly hinted that she would be stepping down as the organization’s head. She is 82, and even though she probably doesn’t really want that posted in the article, and while she still shows the enthusiasm of someone a quarter of her age, you can understand that she would like to move on. Taylor did not give a long speech of her resignation or anything when it announced today, but here is what she said, in a nut shell:

“It comes with difficulty that I must announcement my resignation as the President of the Cassadagan Association for Soccer Excellence, to take effect at the conclusion of the World Cup. I have lived a dream life. Starting with kicking a ball around my backyard as a little girl to realizing that I could actually do good at this time. I played in the Di Bradini Cup, the World Cup, and had the privilege of being in charge of Cassadagan soccer. I feel that I could continue to do this job, and make no mistake, there is no outside pressure that is making me resign. I have simply fulfilled everything that I would have wanted to do, and much, much more. I would simply like to slow down now and leave the big decisions to different people. They will be people that I entrust to do a wonderful job.”


This creates a very interesting scenario for Cassadagan soccer. First, there is no denying how much Connolly has done for our national team as an executive, let alone as a player. Taylor was well liked, even though some people were beginning to wonder if it was time to have someone younger in charge of operations. While I do believe that there was no outside pressure on her to resign, as she stated, she is not tone deaf to things that have been going on around her, and with that, likely decided that this was the best time. This could be very significant for our national program in different ways and they will have to make sure to name the right person. Is that right person, Stephanie Sweeney? Right now Stephanie is busy with the national team in Taeshan, preparing for an important game against Zwangzug in which the Fillies must register at least a draw in. It is only a practice day for the team, so Sweeney was able to address the resignation of Connolly by posting her support on Spacebook and Twii’tur. Other members of the team also expressed their support across various social media platforms. Stephanie Sweeney has been the coach of the team for quite some time, but that does not necessarily mean that would all translate into success as an executive with the organization. Certainly, though, Stephanie Sweeney is a candidate.

There are other possibilities. 62-year old Stacey Matthews might be one, as she has served as one of the main vice presidents to Connolly within CASE. Matthews was part of the World Cup 67 team, so does have some experience, and has worked as an executive within the organization for the last 14 years. 68-year old Sierra Hinson and 65-year old Caitlyn Edwards are the two other vice presidents for Connolly right now. Each of them has a separate focus, but the one trend you see with those three are the 60-plus ages. Of course, Sweeney would be no different, so you have to ask yourself, should CASE consider younger blood than this? Some see 43-year old Kristen Speller, our goalkeeper from World Cup 78 as a great chance. Speller skipped the coaching ranks after retirement and has been working for CASE, but not in a high capacity. Would it be too much too soon for her? Probably so. Part of the issue that CASE has here is that if you are looking for that person between Speller’s age and the 60+ crowd, then you are dealing with people who do not have World Cup experience. That is seen as something that is pivotal in this situation.

Outside candidates are not likely to be considered for the position, even if that could be seen as a possible avenue. Would Sweeney even be interested in the job? And then, could people say no to her if she did want it? As much as her name is getting tossed around here, I just do not think it will happen. Stephanie is a legendary coach within Cassadaigua, but she’s never been on the executive side. There is also the matter that CASE also handles the Cassadagan Soccer Association. Sweeney has not had anything to do with that for about 18 years. In the long run, we probably are looking at one of Connolly’s vice presidents. That’s not a bad thing, and we would not need to look for a new manager.

Now, where this all gets interesting as to whether or not this will lead to Cassadaigua taking part in the IFCF. That’s the domestic club championships that was talked about a lot at the beginning of qualifying due to several players leaving their Cassadagan teams to play overseas. A handful will be returning to Taeshan after the World Cup, hopefully as champions, but regardless, that is where they will be playing internationally. We have players in Banija and Nephara, so it is an influential competition that our players care about. Participating in it would allow our teams to be competitive in securing talent from other nations to play here. Right now, that is pretty much impossible. Taylor Connolly, for all that she has done well, was adamant that Cassadaigua did not need the IFCF. That, some will say, is the downfall of someone her age remaining in the position that she was in for so long. This will probably mean that her Vice Presidents agree that Cassadaigua does not need the IFCF, but maybe not. Kimberly Buchanan, the owner of Brattleboro FC has been the most outspoken towards getting the nation involved with joining the IFCF, and she did not waste any time posting on Spacebook the logo of the IFCF with the caption, “Maybe now?” It was up to 44,000 likes within two hours.

It’s something to follow. For now, Stephanie Sweeney and company are looking to get a win against Zwangzug on the heels of a 4-3 win over Vdara in their second game. Cassadaigua jumped out to a 2-0 lead on goals by Rachel Schanke (10’) and Meghan Wolcott (26’); then went up 3-1 just before halftime on Wolcott’s second. In the second half, Morgan Rosenblatt put the Fillies up 4-2 in the 59th, just four minutes after conceding a goal. Complete in-depth coverage can be found elsewhere on the site, as you know and have probably already read!
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Postby Taeshan » Tue Feb 16, 2021 5:57 pm

"So anything but a loss and we advance?"

"Yep."

"What are our chances?"

"Fair. We're similarly ranked, similar ability. We have the home field, but they have the more recent World Cup experience."

"And it will be in the Coliseum where we won big in the first game."

"That it will be."

"What do you think we can do in this game?"

"I mean I think a tie is most likely, a loss is rough. A win would be big. Especially if Brenecia has trouble in the other match."

"Could avoid Valanora in the next round and then get to play at home then?"

"Yes."

"Would be rough to advance and then have to play in another country."

"It would be"
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"Why did the break from the tradition and not have brackets stay within countries?"

"Honestly, don't know. If I know the planning committee probably mostly for the bants."

"Really?"

"Seems possible."

"That doesn't seem like an official reasoning."

"I mean it's not, but you didn't hear this from me but...They clearly get a big kick out of sticking it to the man."

"Who is the man in this situation?"

"The Communists."

"The communists?"

"Yep."

"Okay."
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Postby Tikariot » Tue Feb 16, 2021 9:29 pm

OOC Disclaimer: Soundtrack: Dreadful Shadows - Mortal Hope

The picture fades in to the landing at the top of the bayou mansion The Shadow had been in before, showing the three corridors and three doors. The central and right corridors look unchanged, the cobwebs and dust undisturbed as before, the left one, though, has one set of footsteps lead away from the door. As the camera moves towards said door, it shows the carved image of the Astograthian flag, but whereas the door was smooth and unmarred the day the last time, it now shows the same deep scratch marks and gouges as the Drawkian one in the right corridor. Slowly the camera moves out of the corridor back to the landing, zooming into the door at the end of the centre corridor, where a carving of the Nepharan cormorant adorns its surface. Then out of nowhere we hear The Shadow's voice whispering.

The Shadow: And by the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

The camera whirls around, but there is nobody. The picture slowly fades to black and shortly after the sounds of the bayou fade in, closely followed by the picture of the old vine-covered mansion from afar. Night has fully fallen and the lantern above the entrance door is the only source of light trying to penetrate the darkness, other than the fireflies dancing above the water. As the camera slowly comes nearer, the Spanish moss hanging off the trees takes on this wraith like appearance in the flickering light, which together with the sounds and otherwise impenetrable blackness creates an oppressive, ominous feeling of something lurking just out of sight, always watching. As it reaches the entrance door, a hand comes into view, trying to open it, but it is locked. Moving to the left, a narrow gravel path seems to be leading around the house, partially covered with standing water, forcing the cameraman to walk carefully. Suddenly a lantern springs to life just at the corner, hanging off an old, decrepit wooden arch, as vine-covered as the columns of the house, shining its pale light into a garden of some sorts, wildly overgrown with bushes, flowers, grass and weeds slowly trying to reclaim what once was made by humans. A fountain stands in the centre, its top broken off, laying on its side, moss staining the once white marble, the base full of water, green and murky, the scent of decay lingering in the air. A white wrought-iron bench is nestled into an alcove, its weathered wooden planks rotten and partially broken.

The Shadow: The heralds made announcements,
Tomorrow you shall fall.
And everybody listened,
Believing in their call.

Oh heralds, I believe you,
Think 'tis the truth you say.
But if I fall tomorrow,
They still will fall today.

The sound of footsteps from beyond a second withered archway at the far end of the garden alerts the cameraman and he hesitantly follows the noise, gingerly approaching the gate as there is nothing by an ominous glow visible. As he peeks through, the picture shows another gravel path, lined by torches, leading towards an ancient elevated walkway leading across the unmoving, black water of the bayou. As if beckoned by an unseen force, the picture moves forward towards the walkway, with every noise coming from the darkness outside the torches' flickering light causing it to jerk left or right, the uneasiness almost palpable. The closer to the walkway we get, the less convincing it looks, with the wooden planks making up the walking surface looking withered, some broken, others completely missing.

The Shadow: Along the journey many have fallen by the wayside, one by one.

Carefully navigating the walkway, meandering across the water, between gnarled, twisted trees and their low hanging branches obscured by Spanish moss, the path leads to an old metal gate set between weathered stones, standing ajar, partially off its hinges, as if bidding the wanderer welcome. What lays beyond the gate, however, seems less welcoming than its entrance as the faint, flickering light of more torches shows the outlines of old gravestones, overgrown with grass and trees' roots having cracked some of the stones and toppled others, moss and lichen obscuring the writing on the few that are still standing. Some of the newer looking gravestones bear familiar names such as Tequilo, Zeta Reka or Newmanistan. Eventually we reach a circle of torches and a lone figure with a shovel, filling earth into a freshly dug grave. Zooming in the inscription reads: "Here lie the dreams and hopes of Drawkland." The Shadow turns around to face the camera, the hood of his robe black like the abyss.

The Shadow: So many had set out with fire in their hearts, hopes and expectations of glory and success. And so many hearts were broken in the process, so many expectations extinguished and hopes buried. The lamentations of the innocent could be heard throughout the streets, bemoaning the end of the line, mourning the untimely death of what could have been. As the cruel hands of fate now whittle down the field further to the last 16 remaining nations, the next grave is ready to receive the ashen remnants of yet another hopeful challenger for the crown, having washed ashore at the hands of the Dark Tide. Nephara or Astograth? One of them fill find their final resting grounds tomorrow...

With that he turns around again, digging his shovel deep into the damp earth and continuing with his task.

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Postby Chromatika » Tue Feb 16, 2021 11:37 pm

Moments.

Of all sports, the game of football is notable for being one that can really be defined by a series of moments that have a profound impact on the match.

After Chromatika took the early lead via a Retta Conrad pass that saw Olimpia Vidal in front of the goal, the game had been in the purview of Farfadillis for the next twenty-five minutes; Tôsgo Alxíkí had equalized by the seventeenth minute and Faragó rue Cazade had pushed La Vherderoja ahead of the Anomalies via a long curving ball that just clipped Mia Ria's left hand.

Here are five moments in the second half that defined this match.
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If one would ask Hermaeus Mora what he thought about Haley Hauser, he'd say three things:

She's flamboyant. She's ruthless. She's the yang to his yin.

The first part makes sense - she likes to celebrate the goals. The second part is also apparent - she knows how to press an advantage. The third? Why is that?

He likes to support. He likes to cross the ball to the players up front and let them score. He's the master of the long ball, the drop-in, the one-touch pass that results in magic.

She likes to be on the attack. She creates her own chances, add another dimension to the attack. She lets the other strikers play around rebounds and reflections. She can pass, but mostly, she's out there to make magic herself.

When Tim Landers motioned for Hauser to get ready five minutes into the second half, even Hermaeus Mora had to agree that it was a good idea. Against such a multifaceted attack, having another facet themselves would be a plus.

Nobody knew what a role Haley Hauser would have on this day.
**********

Fifteen minutes have gone by in the second half, and Rowena Sierra has the ball, heading toward the seemingly impenetrable wall that Dieje Ibrelaná has been since the first five minutes of the match.

You see, Farf keepers get a bad rep, but it's not their fault at all. Try to play keeper for a squad whose sole ambition every match is to score at least three goals, with the capacity to score eight if the opposition folds. No, players like Dieje Ibrelaná are actually very good.

What of Rowena Sierra? She still is considered the most attractive footballer in Chromatika. She still has no less than twelve different Chromatik marketing agencies wanting her to model for them as soon as she retires. She's stated multiple times that she wants to retire in Aries (then Violence) in Nephara, and maybe do low-key stuff there, but nobody believes her due to the amount of money that is just waiting to be thrown her way. On the pitch? She's the stereotypical student, the player who doesn't stand out but does all the little things well.

In this moment, the thing that she does well is act. Well, not fully. Têrçêr Ànáxímane did run into her with their left foot, and it did cause her to stumble. Maybe she didn't have to sell it out that much, but she knew they were near the edge of the box, and Dino Gastaldo, the referee from Savigliane, had called a tough and fair match. A little embellishment couldn't hurt.

So, she hit the turf maybe a bit harder than she needed to. Ànáxímane was given a foul, and Sierra had a golden opportunity.

She'd taken enough penalties in her days with the rising Aries Chariots. She knew what to do.

At Gastaldo's whistle, Sierra stunted to the left before running to the middle, and aimed for the top right corner. Ibrelaná guessed the wrong way. Equalizer.

All you marketing agencies out there? Wait in the sidelines a bit longer. Sierra still has some years yet.
***********

If you're a pundit of Chromatik football, there is one thing that every Chromatik would agree as a weakness.

Chromatiks lack intensity. No, not professional intensity. The intensity of the moment. The "You tackled one of us to the ground? We will get all of you now!" energy. Maybe it's because they're all so composed. Maybe it's because Chromatiks just aren't wired that way.

If one were to count the yellow cards awarded to Chromatiks during World Cup Play, they'd rank near the lowest in the world.

This wasn't going to be one of those days. Why?

Enigma Armageddon was different. The one-eyed general had been through a lot in his past, and he was a backbone of Energija Chernovets, the recent Champions of the Republikliga.

Tôsgo Alxíkí got through the defense of Retta Conrad, and then went around Valence Ilya. Mia Ria was just ahead, but they were still outside the box.

Enigma Armageddon chased him down, and, making sure he was tackling through to the ball, Tôsgo Alxíkí landed on the ground.

Gastaldo was on them in an instant, and, for the first time in multiple cycles, a Chromatik had received a yellow card in a World Cup Proper match.

It set the tone. This match was going to be different.
**********

When you play the position of keeper, the game speeds up and slows down often during a match depending on where the ball is.

On the opposing third, far away from you, or in the midfield, getting fought over by both squads? It can be boring.

Then, on a dime, the opposing side can get the ball, and in one pass or two, especially in the highest level of the sport, be on you on an instant.

Like Edmün Çídh on a breakaway, outstripping Enigma Armageddon and Retta Conrad and getting to Henri de Aea in an instant. A quick pass to Röémün Çídh, and the Farf striker was one-on-one with Mia Ria.

Thankfully, for this one instance, Ria was ready. She went to meet Çídh, his short-range shot was palmed away, and a follow-through attempt by the other Çídh was deftly caught before it could do further damage.

The game would be tied heading into the final fifteen minutes.
**********

Being a leader means more than being ready yourself. Being a leader means knowing when someone else is more inclined for something than you are.

When Tim Landers headed to Keira Andisori near the seventy-sixth minute, she knew what to do. She was thirty-six, with a hundred and eighty caps and over a hundred thirty goals under her belt. She didn't need further moments in the spotlight, not when she knew what would be better for the squad.

So, the Chromatik legend told the Assistant Manager to get Alicia Gainsbourg involved instead.

Gainsbourg was a fast rising star during this 87th cycle of the World Cup. With a neat left foot, size, and momentum to boot, she was the future.

Eight minutes later, nearing the end of the game, the golden chance struck.

Haley Hauser pounced on a loose ball, and doing what she does best, she went on the attack. Getting past the first wave, she struck the ball with the left foot, and it bounced off the right corner of the goalpost, only to find...

A racing Gainsbourg, barely onside, beating Ibrelaná by a step.

The resulting shot was low, direct, and true.

Two players, barely forty caps between them, added the final margin.

Chromatika had overcome one of their biggest hurdles. Chromatika was one step closer to reaching the Round of Sixteen for the first time in a while.

All because of those...

Moments.
World Cup Proper, Matchday 2: Farfadillis 2-3 Chromatika
FFD: Alxíkí '17, rue Cazade '39; CMT: Vidal '7, Sierra '61 (pen.), Gainsbourg '83
Starting XI: Ria; Xiao - de Aea - Anderson - Ilya; Thorben - Armageddon (C) - Conrad; Mora; Vidal - Sierra.
Substitutes: Hauser -> Mora ('51), Kuznetsov -> Conrad ('68), Gainsbourg -> Sierra ('75)
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WC87 - MD2 v. Quebec

Postby Turori » Wed Feb 17, 2021 2:58 am

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Eels Turn to Cocoabo in Goal against Quebec

After a disappointing defeat in their opening match of World Cup 87 in Ethane, the Turori National Team decided to shake things up in a major way making a call to Turori's National Cocoabo Squad netminder Cocoabo #86 to take the spot between the pipes for Turori's second match against the Independent Athletes from Quebec. While the Turorian Coaching Staff was not particularly upset with the performance of starting goalkeeper Timaala Hualtia, they believed that putting the Cocoabo in goal would give the team the kick start it needed to serve as a distraction from their opening day defeat.

Strategically, it was believed that the swap would have two separate and distinct reactions from the players on the pitch. For the Turorian players, all part of Turori's National Citizen Squad, it was believed that the introduction of a Cocoabo into the lineup would serve as a unifying driver for the remaining ten outfield players who would find a motivation to first and foremost not allow the Cocoabo to screw things up for them. The Coaching staff believed that with a Cocoabo in goal, the Turorian players would take greater responsibility for their decisions on the pitch in order to ensure that they didn't put the Cocoabo in a position where it would cost them the game.

For the opponent, the surprise inclusion of Cocoabo #86 into the lineup would serve as a head scratcher and almost certainly throw off the Quebecois preparation for the match as they had likely devoted all of their scouting resources to the Turorian Citizen Squad duo of Timaala Hualtia and Wiyaaw An'maude.

The tactic seemed to work as the Independent Athletes from Quebec had no marching orders on how to attack the Cocoabo and did not have a unified release point on their opening shots of the match, instead trying to poke and prod around with shots of varying distances to establish a gameplan to try to break through the Cocoabo. Instead, however, it was the Turori Eels who struck first with a monumental goal from the youngst Tulaki Rauogba just before the half time whistle. Rauogba's World Cup Finals goal gave Turori a 1-0 lead heading into the locker room which they would maintain in the second half until the veteran Wiztsana Iretziia doubled Turori's lead to put the match out of doubt. Iretziia got the unexpected start for the Eels due to a practice injury suffered by star forward Meldi'ita Mungwaii. According to the Turorian coaching stuff, it was just the timing of Mungwaii's injury that forced the Eels top goalscorer to watch the match from the stands and expected that Mungwaii would be healed 'without question' for the crucial final match of the group stage against Chromatika.

Turori [2] - [0] Independent Athletes from Quebec

GOALS: Turori :: 45' Tulaki Rauogba:: 70' Wiztsana Iretziia
STATS: Turori :: Possession: 57%:: Shots: 6:: Corners: 14 Independent Athletes from Quebec :: Possession: 43%:: Shots: 4:: Corners: 6
Lineup: [GK] Cocoabo #86, [D.] Yitizo Mpala'a, [D.] Biliki Rona'atu'i, [D.] Mikki Mayelli, [D.] Moumouni Verre'elali, [ML] Daliora Toru'u, [MC] Mbdiai Akarenaa, [MC] Naraiza Ruaplal, [MR] Tulaki Rauogba, [FC] Nua'oma Aikiki, [FC] Wiztsana Iretziia
Bench: [FC] Turakia Diijelhma, [FC] Mirana Gotuai, [M] Kentu Umaka'a, [M] Kiidallen Aeroluzzi, [U ] Bvalis Amaanara, [D] Amakli Inuro'o, [GK] Timaala Hualtia



Of course, at the top of the table, Chromatika are against all odds sitting in the best position of all teams in Group G. However, perhaps most importantly for Chromatika, they are the only team in Group G that could still advance to the Knockout Rounds of the World Cup 87 Finals even with a defeat on the final matchday of the group stage.

As the opponents of the Turori National Team on Matchday 3, it is critically important for the Eels to understand that depending on the scoreline of the Farfadillis v. Quebec matchup, Chromatika may not necessarily care if they are losing.

For their part, Turori can go through to the next round with any result against Chromatika that is coupled with a loss by Farfadillis. However, a draw in both matches would result in Turori and Farfadillis being level on points and Turori crashing out of the World Cup due to their earlier defeat to Farfadillis on the opening matchday.

The best case scenario for those invested in the Turori v. Chromatika matchup would be one that sees both Turori and Chromatika advance and there are two results sequences that could see just such an outcome. If Turori and Chromatika tie whilst Quebec defeats Farfadillis, Chromatika would advance as Group winners while Turori could earn the tiebreaker over Quebec to also advance through to the Round of 16.

Entering the final match just one point off the top of the table, there is no scenario where Turori could win their match over Chromatika and fail to advance to the Round of 16 so the end game is naturally quite simple, win and you are in. However, a Turorian victory over Chromatika does not eliminate Chromatika from contention whatsoever. In fact, of all possible permutations of result there is just one single permutation that ensure Chromatika are eliminated - that would be if both Turori and Farfadillis are victorious on Matchday 3. A Draw in the Farfadillis-Quebec match or a victory for the Quebecois would at best put either team level on four points with a defeated Chromatika team. On level points Chromatika would look favored to win any possible tiebreakers which include a head to head victory over Farfadillis on Matchday 2 and entering into the final matchday with a +3 Goal Differential over Quebec that would have to be erased before Chromatika could be endanger of losing a tiebreaker to the group's current last-placed side.

Whatever the outcome of the final results in Group G, the rare All-Atlantian Oceania group at the World Cup Finals has certainly not disappointed as one of just two groups in the World Cup Final that all four teams remain in contention to advance to the Round of 16 based on their results on the final matchday of Group play.

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Postby Brenecia » Wed Feb 17, 2021 6:43 am

Taeshan 0 - 2 Brenecia
(4-2-3-1) 1 - Wright; 17 - Shepherd, 5 - Leadbetter, 18 - Giltanan (6 - Ford 84'), 22 - Watermark; 23 - Schofield, 8 - Caitiff (13 - Deal 63'); 23 - Waters, 10 - Parrish, 16 - Fletcher; 7 - Cheney (14 - Hazeldean 77')
Goals: Cheney 59', Parrish 76'

Football's a funny old game.
It's a cliche. It's a boring cliche. But it's true.
The fact is known - the reason, less understood. But here it is, at its core; players are human. Usually. Or something along those lines.
Put yourself in the shoes of Ronan Schofield. Schofield is one of the best upcoming defensive midfielders of his generation, being given the first World Cup start of his career. But, well... we're looking at an hour in and the game's been fucking dreadful. Florian Wagner has made two saves, both routine; Scathach Wright, one. Along with his sterling defensive work, Schofield excels at sweeping crossfield balls that crash through the gaps in a defence. Taeshan's defence has no gaps.
Ronan Schofield has spent the last hour of his life, bar a fifteen-minute break to stare dully at a tactics board, passing sideways. Either left to Caitiff, or right to Caithe. Sometimes, to make him feel better, he'd kick Benjamin Moriarty.
He was just... waiting for something to happen. So was Scathach Wright between the posts, half-dozing off. So was Deimne Watermark, sometimes hustling down the left in vain hopes of joining an attack, almost walways beating a sad retreat back to his defensive duties. So, presumably, were half the Taeshani. The game just sucked. And just as some in the stands were wondering if, maybe, they should just head home--
And that's exactly what Lauren Cheney did. In... another sense.
She isn't at the forefront of the Brenecian line to plant headers into the top corner. If that's all they want, fuck, why not dust the cobwebs off Fox Charnwood? Griffin Riordan's nominally still alive. Niall Bremner's a non-joke answer. Uathach fucking Walker exists. Anyway, point is, through necessity as much as desire, lumping long high crosses into the box does not suit the current makeup of the Brenecian squad.
At least... not normally. But Ceridwen Fletcher knows Lauren Cheney. They have an understanding. Not in the Nepharan way. They're exceptional friends, have played together for the national team for however long and, though Cheney has comfortably eclipsed Fletcher as a player by this point, they can still benefit from that once in a while. A high cross still works if you aim it over everyone's head to find the run you know is waiting at the far post. Cheney might not be able to jump but, uncontested, she plants her stance and knocks the ball low underneath Wagner.
We have a game.

The effect is immediate. The Purple Knights need a goal, now, and have the players necessary to get them one. Nkitillina kicks off to Elci-- not Elciega. Larson Sneijder, yet another centurion, has arrived. No messing around with that midfield, though. Finally, Schofield can get to his own task.
The game comes alive in front of the fans' eyes. Now Morgenstern presses Shepherd sorely down the left, before cutting inside and testing Wright sharply with a low shot. It's her first save of the second half, and a fine one. The corner comes short to Moriarty, who crosses in to Nkitilina, beaten in the air by the ever-reliable Finn Leadbetter.
But the Patriots don't just accept their circumstance and let the Purple Knights come to them. They've got the task of forcing Wagner into action, too - and the goalkeeper, arguably Taeshan's best player, truly earns his corn with a spectacular double save to deny Parrish, then Waters, in immediate succession.
The fans couldn't believe it. Things were happening! And now, the players were set with too much intensity to leave room for boredom. Schofield was kicking everyone.
And passing everywhere, too, because this time... there was a gap.
Not a large one. Taeshan remained a scrupulously disciplined outfit. But Santiago hadn't quite got back to his position, and there was room enough to let Linoan Waters blaze past him. It was a marginally overhit ball, but she did the important bit, got to it before it ran out of play... then simply feinted past Santiago when he caught up. She really was unrecognisable to the callow figure she'd cut for her first cap.
What then? She could try the cross. Cheney was probably in there somewhere. But the sensible thing to do, and the thing she did, was lay it off to the edge of the box, where Dreigiau Parrish was making his game-defining run Past Hirahito, past McKenzie, and with a whipped low strike, past Wagner as well.
Fun was over. Brenecia sat back and clamped down, even to the extent of sending on Kitty Hazeldean as their focal point purely for the speed she offered. It almost came close to working a couple times, but she left the game without taking a shot; the Patriots themselves failed to take another shot on target. Did it matter that 75 minutes of the game ranged from dull to terrible? Did Brenecia only get credit for style?
No. No it did not, and no they did not. The Taeshani would know that better than anyone and perhaps, if the Patriots were lucky, respect it.
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The Eastfielders suffer just one defeat in twelve to top the group with six matchdays to go. You might think this is a weak group. It’s not. It’s really not.

The lead at the top is a slim one. If two of Brenecia, Anglatia or Turori get a run together and the Eastfielders don’t continue their fine form then they could very easily miss out on the World Cup again.  Eastfield’s final six games of qualifying will include matches against all three of these teams. At home to Brenecia on matchday fourteen, away to Turori on matchday fifteen, and a final-day showdown with Anglatia. Three six-pointers. All of which are not so much ‘must win’, but must not lose

The Eastfielders hold their nerve. They just about keep their heads above water, while all around them are losing theirs.

With two games to go, Brenecia are out after a horrendous run. The Brenecians and the Anglatians have different ideas of how to most accurately express their feelings.

Eastfield Lodge can’t quite finish the job against Mattijana, and Turori are allowed right back into the picture.

On the final matchday, Turori play a Kaisaru side who have lost fourteen of their seventeen games so far. Eastfield Lodge need to match Turori’s result to progress. If Turori draw, they need to draw. If Turori win, they need to win, and they need to do it against group leaders Anglatia, who themselves aren’t guaranteed qualification.

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At last. A second World Cup. Last time out they lost all three games. In World Cup 77, they will improve. In the most minor way possible.

World Cup 78 largely passes Eastfield Lodge by as they struggle to fourth place in the group, and that’s the golden generation of Eastfielder football. Mediocre, surprisingly-good-and-then-mediocre, and mediocre. The Eastfieldiest of Eastfielder teams. 

Eastfield Lodge will never reach these heights again. Their best run since came in World Cup 81. They finished fourth in qualifying.  Since then, things have taken a definite turn for the worst.

This side, that represented Eastfield Lodge in cycles 76 to 78, goes down as Eastfield’s golden era. You may laugh. And if you’re laughing, then you’re missing the point entirely.


Over the course of eleven long years and almost forty World Cups, the universe has given Eastfield Lodge every possible sign that they should quit. Year upon year, cycle after cycle, they do not improve. They start each cycle where they began the last one, and the one before that. Average. Unremarkable. The very definition of an also-ran. 

Their weakness, though, is also their strength. It can be summed up in the mantra ‘If at first you don’t succeed, redefine success’. There are so many teams who exist like this. An accomplishment that may be taken for granted by your team - like qualification for a World Cup - gives fans of these teams more happiness than you could imagine. A winning team wins and feels relief. Their fans don’t feel joy, not truly, just that a score is settled, or a deal is done. A losing team wins and instead feels… happy. Truly, purely happy. A meeting of joyful surprise and the genuinely unexpected.

Losing, in any flavour, is something Eastfield Lodge have become immune to. Not the act - heaven knows they’ve become accustomed to that over the years - but the taste. Though they do not make progress, they do not exist without purpose. They exist for the same reason every football team exists. Entertainment, and the pride of seeing the colours of your home town, or home land, represented on a wider stage.

Anyone balking at the idea that Eastfield Lodge have a ‘golden generation’ is wrong to do so. And they’re wrong in more ways than one.

<CR win montage>

Notes/Trivia
  • Small plot-hole: The Inverse Sosimo Lissón metric lists WCs 73-75 as Eastfield Lodge’s worst ever run when it’s plainly obvious from the yellow squiggles that cycles 84-86 were worse. The reason is this: The Sosimo Lisson data was processed before World Cup 86 ended. Cycles 84-86 are the Eastfielders’ worst. This was addressed in the script to Chapter 6, but that addendum ended up on the chopping room floor.
  • Logic II and III are the first and last times I try using a game controller to scroll Google Earth. For Chapter 6 onwards I finally sat down and figured out Google Earth’s ‘paths’ function.
  • Raven Cullen, who emma (age 5 and three quarters) is asking to die, was sacked by Brenecia, naturally, but immediately found work as manager of Anglatia. (Courtesy of Nephara)




Cammers: “I will drag us out of the World Cup”


“We wanted to still be in the mix with a game to go, and here we are with a clear path to the next round” said Roham Cammers, sitting in a quiet conference room, wearing an argyle blouse, a rubber kilt, bubble-wrap socks and one of those weird hood things shrivelled Russian grandmas always wear. He continued in the same vein, leaving the Audioslavian press stunned.
“We’re going into the final game with it all to play for. We’re not in the driving seat, sure, we’re in the back playing our Game Boy, but what’s important is that we’re in the car. And we know how to get into the driver’s seat. Well, the passenger’s seat. We wait for the elf to eat the potato and then we hog-tie the troll. Honestly it’s as easy as a Monkey Island puzzle.”
When he’d quite finished making references to the 90s videogame industry, Cammers continued.
“Imagine if we’d had our first game against Trolleborg and our last against Poafmersia” said Cammers, doing a ‘where’s the lady where’s the lady’ movement with his hands. “Say we beat Trolleborg 3-0 then lose that game to Valanora, you’d be looking at the Poafmersia game thinking ‘hey we can lose this 2-0 and still progress’. I’d be lauded as a hero.”
When asked if he felt he was glossing over the Valanora result a little too much, Cammers shrugged.
“They’re better than us. The match went to form”
“But form goes out of the window in a derb…” said one journalist in attendance, unable to get out the final ‘y’ due to the first of Rohan Cammers’s many ‘HA’s.
"Derby schmerby. Valanora vs Audioslavia is about as relevant as either Valanora or Audioslavia"
“But you’re our manager, Rohan, you can’t say we’re irrelevant” said one journalist, while everyone around him quickly double-checked the top ten of the KPB standings, who won the Champions League that year and which team were currently atop Group B.
“I am your manager, yeah, and right now I’m managing your expectations” said Rohan, “Which should be that we are definitely going to reach the second round”
“I don’t think either Audioslavia or Valanora are irrelevant” said a hack at the back. “Doubly so for Valanora, to be honest”

“The last time Valanora reached the last four of a World Cup” said Rohan Cammers, “it was 2013. And they lost. To you. The last time Audioslavia reached the last four, it was before the likes of Baker Park and Banija even existed. Would we have even gotten close to the semi-finals if we'd have had to play those two? Or Poafmersia or anyone? The amount of capable, professional international football teams is tenfold what it used to be. Look at your own decline as an example. The fact that I’ve dragged this merry band of ne’erdowells to the World Cup is a miracle. Now shut up and let me drag us out of it”

And with that, Rohan Cammers left. Within two seconds, he was back again.

“I didn’t mean drag us out, I meant drag us through. Don’t write ‘Cammers says he’ll drag us out of World Cup’ as your byline.”

"He's going to look really stupid if Valanora go on to win the World Cup" whispered one journalist at the back, in a slightly hispanic Krytenian accent
"He's wearing an argyle blouse and a rubber kilt" said the journalist next to him. "He'd look stupid at fuckin Mardi Gras"
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Postby PotatoFarmers » Wed Feb 17, 2021 7:50 am

Previous RP [Chapter 4 Part 5]

RP Series: Getting to the top
Chapter 4: Can we finally get a different ending?
Part 6: Every match is a final

"From now on, every match is a final. Win, and we progress. Lose, and we are eliminated. We couldn't grab the chances we did against Trolleborg, fell short to their counter-attacks, and now this happened," said Katiri Hedge to all 23 players after the match. Just imagine how dejected the players are. After a brilliant performance against Audioslavia, they somehow couldn't find their scoring boots against Trolleborg, and then got utterly upset and are now on the back foot in terms of how things stand.

To Adnan Suliaha and Hedge, the head coach and assistant coach of our Red Panjias, the math is simple. The team just has to do better than Trolleborg. And certainly we are counting on the Bulls finding their feet in time to grab a result against Trolleborg. However, there isn't a need to. The permutations have been ironed out, and as you may see, the win is more important:
1) If Trolleborg loses, a point against Valanora is enough to qualify. Alternatively, if we get the tiebreakers right, a win by 2-goala by Audioslavia, combined with a loss by 1-goal for us, will still be enough, because all 3 teams, tied on H2H, will get sent to Goal Difference to break ties, and since Trolleborg will have a -2 GD, while Audioslavia and Poafmersia has -1, it will go back to the H2H tiebreaker and Poafmersia will be on top.
2) If Trolleborg draws, Poafmersia needs all 3 points against Valanora, due to an interior head-to-head against Trolleborg.
3) If Trolleborg wins, Poafmersia will need to win by at least 2 goals.

Essentially, grab a win. A slightly bigger win secures qualification in all situations, and leave others to fight their battle for the other spot. Suliaha isn't exactly confident, but he knows that he would much rather play Valanora on the final day than on the first. On day 1, as the team stepped into Taeshan, the coach's first speech showed his attitude. "We came here, to the World Cup, to write history. When we first played internationally, in Zwangzug, we also had no idea how others would be like. But we did well. When we played in the 9th IAC in HUElavia, we defeated so many teams along the way. We eliminated Drawkland in the Round of 16. We got 4th on first try. We took the championship on the 2nd attempt. Now, it is the same. We have no pressure behind us. Nothing at all. Others have the pressure to protect their title, to protect their position on the KPB ranking system, to better previous records. We have no title, only way is up for us on the rankings, and we have no records. If we put in our very best for every match, even if we lost, there is no shame. Even if we grabbed home just a lone point, we will still have broken our own record. So just play this like any other normal game." And this has been how the team came here thus far. Smashing their way into the qualifiers, shocking Brenecia on the opening day in their 2nd qualification campaign, defeating Audioslavia home and away on the 3rd, and then, now here we are. Every match is a final. For a team with such short history, it is surprising that the team has managed a final. Not one, but two. Yet this isn't a final per se, for the pressure is not on the team to achieve the win and lift whatever trophy is at stake.

Shakira Handris led the players on a recovery training session the afternoon after the match against Trolleborg, and the players were laughing and smiling. After the combined activities, you could see the clusters forming. Joel Haodao and Hansel Tang were sharing ideas with regards to outflanking opponents, Makana Tuft was talking to Iulianus Innocenti about set pieces, Alex Hoboson and Simone Gori was discussing how recovery against counter-attacks should be done, and inviting Shakira Handris, Pete Carisa, and Daas Taisg to play things out. The training session was just like any other session between tournament matches. The laughter and joy is still around. The loss against Trolleborg was pushed aside, with only the mistakes and errors taken out and reviewed. Such is how the team reacts to each and every setback.

Looking at our next opponents, it is difficult to talk much about them. They are famous for setting lots of good records, and having particularly stable performances wherever they go. But to Poafmersia, this is the first meeting. And many team knows Poafmersia loves to buck the trend, especially if they get blessed by the God of Sports, Lady Margret.

They say luck favours those who work for it. Now it is time to test whether it is true.
Poafmersia 0

Trolleborg 2
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Lineup for Poafmersia (4-3-3 -> 3-3-4): Sandi Jaliaha; Mitchel Rosales, Alex Hoboson, Simone Gori, Natalia Abbott; Nero Wood, Woden Sweet, Daas Taisg; Joel Haodao, Shakira Handris (c), Pete Carisa
Substitutes: Hollis Stephenson (Hoboson 69'); Arnold Shwentin (Wood 69'); Iulianus Innocenti (Abbott 80')
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Postby Ko-oren » Wed Feb 17, 2021 8:50 am

In between all the history writing, we'd almost overlook the Dragonflies adding another chapter to their unfinished story. Setting aside the decade old struggles of Andossa se Mitrin Vega and Sorthern Northland, it's Ko-oren that has taken a draw (1-1 versus Squornshelous) and channeled the Energy of Mild Disappointment into a 1-0 win over Pasarga - the team that was tipped by some to win Group E. That is still possible, but much less likely. Squornshelous, meanwhile, recorded its second draw versus Ethane, giving us a group with endless possibility. Ethane, currently in 4th with a single point, can still qualify for the second round with a win over us. Squornshelous, in 3rd with two points, need a win over Pasarga to get into the round of 16. For Ko-oren, the task is simple: a win, a draw, both enough to see us go to a ninth knockout stage.

Not just Juliasterinthen's XI sprang into action, the KFA's legal team also got some much needed exercise. The infamous Ko-orenite jersey, nicknamed the Yellowsash, resembles South Newlandia's new jersey to some extent. Judge for yourself:

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The case, which is unlikely to hold water, revolves around the use of a yellow diagonal, separating a green field from a blue field. Whoever thought this was a good case to pursue deserves to be fired, honestly. You can't exactly copyright colours, and it's not uncommon for two different nations to use the beautiful blue, green, and yellow. It was time for a second nation in the Multiverse to use these gorgeous hues. And we shouldn't compare this case to the dozens of teams using red/yellow, red/black, or red/blue. If 'vertical stripes' or 'plain' were copyrightable design elements, we'd see about half the WCQ in legal battles before kickoff.

It's also uncanny how the South Newlandian jersey features a cross, a symbol found on our flag, and how the Ko-orenite jersey has a diagonal which is in turn found on the flag of South Newlandia.

On the field, then, the Wanderers came into the match with three points snatched (brutally) from Ethane and a solid goal difference lead, and a good result versus the Dragonflies could see them advance, or with a draw, make a very good case for first place in the group and the right to face Group F's runner-up (not that that matters: you either get Baker Park or Banija, and neither are enticing options). Things would turn out differently, as the Atlantian Oceanian side's 5-3-2 was perfect to counter the Rushmori 4-4-2. Pasarga's midfield was hell bent on not giving up possession - Ko-oren's defence is created around the idea that it's no big deal if the opponent wants to hold on to the ball. Our defence is troubled by one thing, however: fast, agile players and speedy transitions, which unfortunately is what Pasarga do like no other. "Just don't get beat by a deep ball" was the creed for this game, which saw Breukelaar and Gicquel sit back and Munarring and Aiamara wait out the actions of Csapó and Földessy. The defence also knew that leaving the ball to the Wanderers would have disastrous results if done for the full 90 minutes, and so the Dragonflies won back the ball and kept it in the squad at times as the match went on. The team would, however, have to attack at some point because going into your third game with just two points isn't the right move, especially as the highest ranked team in the group. The Wanderers knew this, and baited the Ko-orenites into attacking, always eyeing the counterattack. Munarring and Aiamara snuffed out the long ball, and Pott supported them well to gather loose balls, immediately launching another meticulously built siege of Mezei's goal. Watanuki tapped in the winning goal from short distance in the 67th minute on a low cross from Batchelor after Juliasterinthen already exhausted all three substitutions. Breukelaar's defending then dragged Ko-oren, tired, kicking and screaming, to a 1-0 victory.

As said, Ethane is our last opponent, the hosts needing a final stand to maybe squeak into the round of 16. It'll be hard for them to crack our defence, it'll be hard for us to overcome the home advantage, but knowing that Ethane have to score will help us tremendously. Not many teams face us with the expectation to score - let alone two.

Part 3: Draggonnii

Let's focus on the two teams that were both around for an impressive amount of tournaments. One of these has left behind countless documents of their existence, the other left behind mostly documents of their demise. It's probably more fun to start with the first, and that means we take a look at Andossa se Mitrin Vega. Not only have the Sea Dragons inspired some of the early Ko-orenite teams to play more defensively, ASMV as a nation could tell us Ko-orenites something about our own roots. We have archaeological findings of the first humans on the Dragonfly archipelago, but where they came from is a mystery. The commonly held belief that the human migrations to our islands originated in Vilita is still not a fully accepted theory in academic circles, especially with the muddy evidence left behind (or destroyed) between Vilita and Ko-oren - of course, we're refering to Sorthern Northland's going out in a bang - which is a story for later. Another theory suggests that it's sailors and colonisers from ASMV that first reached Ko-oren. Maybe it's a bit of both, or maybe there are third, fourth, fifth parties involved.

ASMV: The Football Team
Playing a slightly defensive Tidal Surge formation - one of very few formations that have become famous by name and not a string of numbers (the '4-4-2', '4-3-3', '5-3-2'). The Tidal Surge doesn't make much sense as a string of numbers anyway ('3-2-2-1-2'). The defensive nature of the team is the only thing we have in common: for the rest, they play a dirty kind of football that maybe touches on Branvon CD's style, if that. At least, that's the kind of football they played in the second half of their long existence, the streak of participation starting in World Cup 50. After three missed qualification attempts, they qualified a handful of times. Their string of success only really kicked off after their hosting of World Cup 58, after which they made four semifinals in seven tournaments, losing three of them... and losing the final in the one shot they got at the title. They also had a knack for following up a deep run with a disappointing failure to qualify, going from 3rd in World Cup 61 to a third place in their qualification group in 62. They did the same in World Cups 65 and 66: from 3rd overall to 3rd in the group.

ASMV: The Country
Andossa se Mitrin Vega ("City of the Mother Star" - to be confused with Starblaydia) consisted (consists) of different territories united under a single government, including Maraquan Occupation Zones, Dwarven States, Economic Free Zones, and, oh, a bit of the nation is a collection of Royal Districts and Primary Vegai States. ASMV (they often refer to themselves via the acronym rather than the entire name) uses a number of words to refer to themselves, their country, and their government. A small dictionary:
- Vegai: the people that settled ASMV, "Children of the Mother Star". Seen as indigenous to the country but are settlers from the outside - but they were the first settlers of the island east of Nothandryun. Skilled sailors that might have played a part in early human migrations to Ko-oren as well, given that ASMV sources believe these people came from the Salamantic Sea rather than the rest of Atlantian Oceania.
- Draggonnii: the government (as 'Draggonnii Socialist Empire') that governs Andossa se Mitrin Vega (the three core territories) and all other areas under its jurisdiction (such as the Dwarven States and bits stolen from Maraque). ASMV refers only to the original three districts, but foreigners use the name to refer to the entire country. Draggonnii might refer to the Draconic part of the nation, such as the Dragon on the flag.

ASMV: The Language
Because no Ko-orenite publication is complete without a language chapter. Diacritics are to Farfadillis what apostrophes are to ASMV. As with Farfadillis, only certain characters get the apostrophes - Dwarves and Zirikulii, for instance, don't. Various Linguistics departments all over Ko-oren are still pouring over all the available documents.

ASMV: The Flags
Because secretly we all know what you're here for. ASMV is rare in the sense that their vexillological tradition centres around vertical rectangles rather than horizontal ones. Other than that, feast your eyes on these:
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And with that, the chart looks like this:
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A trip down memory lane- what are the five most stinging losses in the history of the Kadongo Kamu?

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Banijans celebrating their trophy after the World Cup 86 Final


ISLE OF LOWE, ETHANE- Now, of course, everybody loves a good redemption arc. It's that struggle, that hurt, that creates the mettle in a team necessary for them to eventually become champions. Our losses have done much to get us where we are today. But think about the pain they have brought. It's the beauty of sports- you trade mostly downs and disappointments for the few times in your life, when you have that euphoria of joy, that euphoria of winning.

Many teams can tell you what their most important wins are in history. But what about your most important losses? That's right- the losses that stung, that helped create a culture? We're going to go through them, here, for the reader. The question is simple- what are Banija's most important losses? We're only going to talk in regards of the senior national team- so the women's side, or any of our youth sides, none of those count. And only competitive matches. So our 6-0 friendly loss to Filindostan all those years ago- that's out of the window.

Honorable Mention: World Cup 83 Semifinal Loss to Starblaydia

It was one hell of a match at the Stadium of the Restoration. But while the loss did hurt(who doesn't want to make the WOrld Cup Final!) it didn't sting in quite the way some of the other losses on this list did. Why, do you ask? Well, for the simple fact that it was viewed as a mini-miracle that we had even got that far in the first place! We were ranked 22nd going into that tournament on home soil, co-hosted with our neighbors, the Equestrian States.

We launched a whole bunch of upsets to even get that far. We had beaten Starblaydia actually in the final day of the group stages of that tournament, 1-0, to even make the knockout stages. We beat 5th ranked South Covello in the same tournament, in one of the craziest Banijan matches of all time. We then subsequently upset the then two-time defending world champions Vilita in the quarterfinals, in one of the greatest upsets in World Cup history. Banijan soccer fans were living in dreamworld. A team that had never won a World Cup knockout stage before was all of a sudden in the semifinals?

That loss brought us down to Earth- but it did not sting. We understood. We were happy to get that far. Ecstatic. But also were prepared to do more. These other losses, represent the pain of missed opportunities.

Honorable Mention #2: 2-1 loss to Equestria in the opening match of World Cup 80

I'm not gonna write much about that one. But for the un-initiated, here was the setting. It happened in the backdrop of a literal war between the two nations. There's a lot to unpack there, of course, and it was a disastrous war that we had launched essentially unjustly in the first place, but it still happened. Fever was all sorts of high for that match. And the fact of the matter is this- in our first ever World Cup Finals match, we played against our biggest rival, on their home soil, while we were at war with them on our own home soil. I couldn't ignore that game, could I?

#5 Banijan 0-5 loss to Herberland on the final Matchday of World Cup 73 Qualifying to clinch a 0 point World Cup Qualification campaign

Let's start here, shall we? The World Cup 73 Qualifying campaign, as everyone knows by now, was an unmitigated disaster. 12 games played, 12 games. 5 goals scored and 33 conceded over those 12 matches. One of the worst Qualification performances in multiversal history. Shockingly, we were only the second worst team of the campaign, as Transpadana also lost 12 of 12 and had a -33 overall goal differential.

There was nothing exciting about that matchday. We played Herberland, a nation that didn't have a roster and is now gone with the wind. They were not a great side either. Coming in slightly ahead of us, they finished sixth out of seven teams in our group. And yet, back then, our side was a disaster. The Kadongo Kamu got crushed. One last chance to salvage at least a point. For those who remember that night all those years ago, they had some crazy scenes. Last chance to get points, at home against the worst team in our group besides ourselves- and we got crushed. Herberland delivered us a 5-0 beatdown that caused Kizza Kabila, still to date the only ever Banijan coach of our national team, to resign in utter disgrace before the RBSA could fire his ass.

Everything that went wrong about that Qualification campaign played out on the pitch that day. The fans booed basically every Banijan player for the second half. Our midfield got destroyed. We couldn't defend anybody. We created no chances. See how far we've come, eh?

#4 World Cup 82 1-0 elimination loss to Pasarga on the final matchday of the group stages

Let's set the stages for World Cup 82. Our third ever World Cup Finals. 80 was the first time we had ever qualified. 81 was on home soil, co-hosted alongside the Free Republics. We made it out of the group for the first time ever there, and lost in the Round of 16. Now, for 82. We qualified behind Brenecia in our group for World Cup 82. We beat Damukuni, 3-1, in the first match in the group. A highly ranked Farfadillis side beat us on Matchday 2, when Ichi Tuzzio outfoxed Marcus Waters to give our neighbors a 2-1 victory.

That left us with Pasarga on Matchday 3. We'd need a draw to get to the next stage. The former world champions were going hard after us. We were doing our best to defend- didn't want to open ourselves up to an onslaught from the Rushmoris. We battled. Bereket made saves. Defenders kept making saves, getting in front of the ball. But at the last, Alexander Jager buried the Banijans with a far post strike to give his team a 1-0 victory, and put them into the knockout stages. Dramatic? Yes. Expected? Kind of? Not in that fashion. We were oh so close... And had the rug pulled out from under us. Still.

#3 AOCAF 62 3-1 Semifinal loss to the Commonwealth of Baker Park in Woodstock, Sarzonia

Now, for the AOCAFs. Set the scene for these. This is the most recent edition. It was in Banija, kind of. We were the senior host nation, with Busoga as the junior hosts. We wanted to have a celebration of Atlantian Oceania feel- nations across the multiverse could put forward stadia to host knockout stage matches. Some nations bid, some didn't. It gave us a final four of Banija v. Baker Park on one side, and Qasden v. Sarzonia on the other. The former match to be played in Sarzonia.

We had a lot going for us. Defending world champions. We were on a roll in the AOCAFs. After getting off to a slow start, we had won five of our last six matches heading into that semifinal. The excitement was real. The chance to get to a Final in Busukuma? At the Stadium of the Restoration? To be crowned regional champions, at home? And we were the unofficial world champions too. But it was not meant to be. The Bees put on a dominant display, and showed their class in a 3-1 victory over our players.

The hopes of finally being able to declare ourselves regional champions, put off for one more cycle. That loss hurt. Winning a bronze medal game in the Busoga Islands over Sarzonia did not really do much to make up for it. This seemed like the best chance to declare ourselves regional champs since AOCAF 58- but Baker Park was just better than us. Simple. As. That. We're a nation that takes these regional tournaments extremely seriously- and it was a heartwrencher.

#2 World Cup 85 3-2 Semifinal loss to the Free Republics

Now, to the World Cup 85 Semifinal. Are you surprised this match is second? That's how it is. This was a match that hurt. Let's take you to World Cup 85. We're playing just across the water in Farfadillis, so there naturally is a huge number of Banijans in-country. We actually got off to a slow start at the tournament. We lost to Sarzonia in the opening match of the tournament, a Pot 4 team making their return for the first time in a long time.

It immediately put our World Cup on the balance. WE played the Free Republics on Matchday 2, needing at minimum at point. Down 1-0 at half, if that score held for 45 minutes, we would have been eliminated after just two games. But some lineup shuffling gave our squad a spark, and we won. But our up and down nature continued against Pasarga. While we started strong, they came close to beating us numerous times, and we escaped with a 1-1 draw. But then we really came out of it, and got the team going. We beat the world number ones Vilita in the Round of 16. We then beat Zwangzug in the Quarterfinals. We were heavy favorites to reach the final, facing the Free Republics in the semis.

But then... It was a case of what might have been. The team seemingly peaking. We led 2-1 with just 10 minutes left. But then the lead disappeared. The Free Republics scored twice in the final 10 minutes, storming back to crush Banija's World Cup dreams and send us to the third place playoff. That one hurt a lot. The pain from that was lessened, of course, by World Cup 86. But still- that was a stinger.

#1- AOCAF 58 Final loss to archrivals Equestria 4-2 at the Stadium of the Restoration

And this one. The most painful one of all. IT looms the largest for two ones. One- we've never gotten a chance to avenge it. We've never beaten our archrivals, the Equestrian States, to this day in this sport. And two- we haven't been back to the AOCAF Final.

Let's go back to set the scene. This is the AOCAF following World Cup 82, at the beginning of the World Cup 83. We co-host the tournament with our dear friends and allies, the Commonwealth of Baker Park. Both host nations were strong, and played at an extremely high level on home turf. Crazy- 58 editions of the tournament, and yet, that was the first ever co-hosted one? Insane. Anyways, both Banija and Baker Park were playing at a high level. Both teams getting 9 points from 9 possible in the group stages. We beat the Euran Oceania Territories in the Round of 16. We beat Mriin in the Quarterfinals. It was our fourth consecutive AOCAF Quarterfinal- and we had lost the previous three. But with some home-cooking, we finally won one. And then we upset top-ranked Cosumar in the semifinals, giving us a spot in Busukuma while awaiting the opponent.

We'll start Equestria's journey in the quarterfinals. At that stage, they beat Southwestern rivals Farfadillis by a score of 2 goals to 1. In the semifinals, they took on host nation Baker Park. The two teams fought to a 0-0 draw in Belle Haven, but it would be Equestria who would prevail in the shootout, by four goals to two. Superstar goalkeeper Gentle Breeze was the star of that show. And then, the AOCAF Final. On home soil, in Busukuma, against our archrivals. You could not write a script like this, right? The site of our first major trophy, in our own capitol against our archrival?

.... Unfortunately, instead of Busukuma being the sight of our greatest triumph, it turns out that we were simply the final obstacle in what ended up being an Equestrian story. It was a hell of a tournament by Equestria. They beat both host nations, back to back, to win the AOCAFs- beating Baker Park in Belle Haven, and then downing us again in Busukuma. Thousands of people watching on the streets of basically every city in the country. Still one of the highest rated sports events in Banijan media history. So much excitement. But it was Equestria's day.

Their accomplishment was incredible- beating both host nations back to back to win your first ever major trophy? And that was just the beginning. That was the first of three consecutive major trophies for them. After winning a trophy on their rival's soil, they won another on home soil, this time defeating Starblaydia to win the World Cup in Canterlot. And to top it off, they won AOCAF 59 as well, making it back-to-back-to-back major trophies for Equestria's golden generation.

It's a loss that still Banijans think of, all these years later. And even if it wasn't at a World Cup- it still ranks among Banijan fans as the Kadongo Kamu's most painful loss.
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Postby Farfadillis » Wed Feb 17, 2021 1:31 pm

Pam paused the tape. "Two of those plays ended in goals; the other three ended up being clear-cut chances for our opponents." She was restating the obvious: everyone had watched the tapes with her just then. "Têrçêr, Çìríkò, can you two tell me what those five plays had in common?" Her tone of voice sounded fairly neutral, even though the question itself didn't. "I'm sure you know. At least, I hope so." She was met with silence. She pressed on. "Let's see, Çìríkò, what do you think went wrong?"

He shrugged. "Têrçêr messed up so badly I could do nothing about it." His expression of disinterest mirrored that of most of the squad, with only the usual exceptions like rue Cazade and the younger Çídh showing any level of engagement. "Look, I don't see the point of this. There's nothing I could've done better there, and we all know Têrçêr's marking can be awful."

Pam had come prepared. Instead of entering an enraging argument over the obvious, she just pressed Play. The next play featured Edmün Çídh, wearing the Herzegovina City home kit, dribbling past Têrçêr in exactly the same manner as the five players before him. However, he was quickly dispossessed by Demba Kinteh, Têrçêr's teammate at Dí Maozöxê. Pam paused the tape again.

"Alright, take two." She said to break the silence. "Çìríkò, what do you think you should have done?"

He crossed his arms and remained silent, but one look at his face would tell you he was fuming. Pam was quick to pounce on this. "El que calla otorga" she said, in her best Faroleran. Believing she was done with Çìríkò—to his credit, he wasn't great at taking criticism, but he wasn't stubborn—she turned her attention towards Têrçêr. "So, what do you think went wrong in those six plays?"

"Çìríkò was not paying attention and failed to close down the attacker." Pam desperately looked for any signs of it, but he didn't seem to be joking.

She crossed her arms. "That happened in the first five, yes, but I said six." Exasperation began to creep into her voice. "Focus on the last one, if it helps you figure it out."

"Yeah, ok, Edmün's a great dribbler. So what?"

"Wrong, think again."

Everyone sat in silence for an uncomfortably long time. It was impossible to tell whether Têrçêr was taking the piss or giving it an honest shot.

"Little hint: it's a mistake of yours you're supposed to spot."

"Ah, I see where this is going. I know what my mistake was: I put too much trust in Çìríkò. I thought he'd be able to cover for me as Demba does."

Pam brought facepalmed, no longer interested in keeping up the calm façade. "You're saying you were preventing Edmün from running down the flank and crossing. Is that what you're saying? I think that's what you're saying. That's what it sounds like you're saying."

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying."

"You've played together with Edmün for three years already, and you've regularly faced him for even longer at club level. How many times have you seen him run down the goshdarn flank?"

"Uhhh. Maybe fif—"

"Four. We've hired an analytics team. The answer's four." She paused to take a deep breath. "Four times in his entire career has he done it in your presence... but your first instinct was to stop him from doing that."

"Well, as I said, I was trusting Demba there."

Staring daggers at him, Pam pressed play again. Same match, same play. Edmün dribbles past him, then Kinteh, then fires past Tgô. In the back of the room, Edmün smiles. "I never thanked you for that, did I?" He chimes in. "Pam's right on this one, you fucked up, dude."

"I also scored a great goal in that match. Even dribbled past three, not two, unlike you, dipshit." He shouted back while pointing... menacingly? Maybe menacingly. He then turned around to face Pam again. "But we're not gonna talk about that, are we? It's all gonna be boo-hoo Têrçêr you fucked up." He said, in a grating mocking voice.

"That kind of thing is why you're not warming the bench, genius." She shook her head. "Look, this is not hard. I'm telling you to stop being caught off guard by simple cut-ins. It happens way too often. Sometimes you're caught so off-guard that you try to tackle with your left foot. That's what an amateur would do. I'm telling you to cut it out, and it's in your best interests. It happens even more frequently against good players. Newsflash: Chromatika have a ton. Just..." She sighed. "Just watch out for that, ok? It's all I'm asking."

Her pleading fell on deaf ears. "Wait, is that what you're worried about?" He sounded incredulous. "It's Chromatika. Even their journalists know we're gonna win."

Pam raised her arm and pointed to the exit. "Leave."

"What?"

"I'm done with you today. Leave. Thank your lucky stars Moisés is injured and Baldomero's an even bigger ass, and you better not fuck up tomorrow or I'm trying out Wìjìnì in your position."

Although Farves usually don't respond well to orders, Têrçêr obliged, though not without smashing the door on his way out.

Pam turned towards the rest of the team. "I think that's enough for today. Meet me tomorrow at nine here. We'll be going over Chromatika's gameplan specifically."
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