Tumbra 2-0 The Juniper Union
Tumbra (4-3-3): 1 - Lennon; 2 - Hughes, 14 - Ashburn (4 - Henderson, 81'), 5 - Brown, 3 - White; 6 - Hicks, 28 - Stansfield (16 - Morgan, 60'), 29 - Cole (10 - Herlinger, 81'); 7 - Fraser, 9 - Vaughn, 22 - Sheldon
The Juniper Union (3-5-2): no lineup provided
TMB scorers: Vaughn (3'), Sheldon (19')
JUN scorers: Nil
Player of the Match: Johnny Brown (TMB)
Tumbra 0-0 Garbelia
Tumbra (4-3-3): 1 - Lennon; 2 - Hughes (25 - Campbell, 63'), 14 - Ashburn, 5 - Brown, 3 - White; 6 - Hicks, 28 - Stansfield (16 - Morgan, 75'), 29 - Cole; 7 - Fraser (17 - van Heirolf, 70'), 9 - Vaughn, 22 - Sheldon
Garbelia (4-3-3): 1 - Snaijer; 5 - Ottera, 27 - Vydra, L., 13 - Huron, 33 - Otterata; 20 - Katō; 23 - Kawauso, 11 - Ottoerson, 7 - Otter; 10 - Goodotter, 18 - Vydra, O.
TMB scorers: Nil
GAB scorers: Nil
Player of the Match: Vincent Hicks (TMB)
SPORT: TUMBRA 2-0 THE JUNIPER UNION; TUMBRA 0-0 GARBELIA
"We're Still In It," Declares Gabriel Even As Matches Against Kandorith and Drawkland Loom; Six Points To Top May Prove Insurmountable Gap
STRATON - Two more dropped points against Garbelia meant that Tumbra remained in the fight for the top spot in Group 1, though with two of Tumbra's most challenging matches ahead — against third seeds Kandorith away and against second seeds Drawkland at home — many punters lengthened the odds on Tumbra making the playoff spots considerably. Interim manager Peter Gabriel attempted to strike a defiant tone, declaring that Tumbra "[were] still in it," though most of the faithful will be looking to book their tickets to one of Græntfjall, Krytenia, South Newlandia or Grearia — depending on which bid turns enough heads of those in the World Cup Committee to engender the Cup of Harmony hosting rights.
Six points off top seeds Kelssek, and four off the all-important playoff spot, the upcoming two matches against Kandorith and Drawkland will prove crucial to the three countries' ambitions of making it to the World Cup proper. Kandorith first play Tumbra, then Garbelia and Drawkland; Drawkland play the already-eliminated Juniper Union, then Tumbra, and on the final matchday, Kandorith. Tumbra play Kandorith, Drawkland, then fifth-seeds Gyatso-kai; the reverse match ended in a 1-1 draw. A nerve-wracking final international break awaits fans of all the Black Eagles, Lotus Warriors and Kick Corps; Group 1 certainly looks set to see one of the most fascinating fights for the play-off spot.
Tumbra 2-0 The Juniper Union; Assured, Confident, Lethal
One of two nations to not provide a roster (the other being Revlona), Tumbra played host to a Union team resolutely sticking to a 3-5-2 formation despite being rooted to the bottom of the group. In a match which saw Tumbra be back to its very best, the Black Eagles capped off their superb defensive performance with two early goals from both talismen Robin Vaughn and Marcus Sheldon, scoring trademark goals to prove their undoubted quality on the world stage.
Vaughn's goal was typical of the right winger; early on in the match, neatly taken as he cut in on the right wing, on the overlap between defenders; slotted into the top left corner, past the outstretched arms of the Juniperian goalkeeper. For Vaughn, a sixteenth goal in forty-eight caps; the winger so far has been the only player to have played in every single one of Tumbra's international matches since its debut on the world stage, and he looks set to hit fifty by the end of the cycle.
Sheldon's goal, scored in typical Couno Rangers fashion, involved him receiving the ball from advanced playmaker Phil Cole, who himself deftly proved his youth translated to quality on the world stage, from deep; the striker then went on a long run, occasionally passing to Neil Fraser. The crucial moment came when Fraser hit a low cross into the box, which was received by Cole; Cole then made a shot, which was parried; but Sheldon caught the rebound to tap the ball into the net. Sheldon's goal brings him up to thirteen goals in twenty-five caps, equalling Philip Cohen's record in two matches less; the 30 year-old missed much of the previous qualifying campaign through injury, yet has proven his quality to take the starting striker mantle from Cohen.
An all-around performance, then, from the Tumbran squad, even as the Juniperians attempted to mount further attacks; yet, the eventual man of the match turned out to be centre defender Johnny Brown, who turned in a performance for the ages after coming in for heavy criticism in the first half of the campaign; the team's lower defensive line suiting the defender greatly, making several key interceptions and tackles en route to the award.
Tumbra 0-0 Garbelia; Defensive Performance Makes Up For Lack Of Offensive Prowess
A second home match followed, with Tumbra hosting Garbelia, whom they beat 3-2 away; the Otters were determined not to let this game slip, for it was crucial for their own chances of finishing as high up the midtable as they could. A spirited performance from both sides followed, with several attacks coming to naught; Vincent Hicks, ever-present for Tumbra, ran a total of 16km while maintaining a pass accuracy in the high nineties; and was instrumental in the Tumbran midfield dominating play. While the offense were denied several times by the deft saves of Loes Snaijer, the match ended 0-0. This result marked Tumbra's fifth clean sheet this campaign out of fifteen matches; and Tumbra's fourteenth out of the 48 post-WCC entry matches played — a disappointing record, but hopefully one that shall improve as time goes on.
Moving Forward
* Group 1 Pld W D L GF GA GD Pts Last 3 Matches
1 Kelssek 15 10 2 3 37 16 +21 32 v Garbelia [A], v Marigred [A], v Revlona [H]
2 Drawkland 15 9 3 3 43 34 +9 30 v The Juniper Union [H], v Tumbra [A], v Kandorith [H]
3 Kandorith 15 8 4 3 34 21 +13 28 v Tumbra [H], v Garbelia [H], v Drawkland [A]
4 Tumbra 15 7 5 3 25 23 +2 26 v Kandorith [A], v Drawkland [H], v Gyatso-kai [A]
A long road ahead awaits the four qualification hopefuls, with at best the three lower-placed sides fighting over the play-off spot. Kelssek play three lower-ranked teams, and are odds-on for taking all nine points from their encounter; the other three sides all have matches of varying difficulty when they are not playing each other. Drawkland plays tenth-seed The Juniper Union; Kandorith plays seventh-seed Garbelia; and Tumbra play, further adding to their Sisyphean task, fifth seeds Gyatso-kai.
The improvements made after the halfway break after Hemmings left Gabriel in charge have been noticeable; four of Tumbra's five clean sheets this cycle have come in the second half of the tournament. When Hemmings returns to oversee the WCC cup campaign and the Campionato Esportiva (after which he will decide whether to renew his contract with the TFF), it is expected that he will adapt a more conservative approach to play — perhaps adopting Gabriel's tactics to fit within his visually pleasing style that has led Tumbra to score many goals, yet be equally leaky at the back.
Three matches will decide Tumbra's destiny this cycle, then; three matches will see whether Tumbra heads for the bright lights of Cassadaigua and Chromatika, or not. The team now lives on a prayer; one slip-up and it will all go to waste. Yet, regardless of the result, the Black Eagles will have their heads held high; fifth and fourth as a tenth seed and sixth seed are not achievements to be sniffed at, and provide a solid foundation for the future. With future stars like Cole and energetic young striker Nick Riordan already amongst the team's ranks, the next generation of Tumbran footballers look set to continue blazing a trail on the international stage.
TUMBRAN SQUAD FOR MATCHES vs. KANDORITH @ EMPRESS NASUMI NATIONAL STADIUM, TENKYO, KANDORITH AND vs. DRAWKLAND @ TUMBRAN NATIONAL STADIUM, STRATON, TUMBRA
Starters: 1 - Lennon; 2 - Hughes, 4 - Henderson, 5 - Brown, 3 - White; 6 - Hicks, 8 - McGrath, 29 - Cole; 7 - Fraser, 9 - Vaughn, 22 - Sheldon
Bench: 12 - Addison; 25 - Campbell, 14 - Ashburn, 20 - Paterson, 19 - Carter; 10 - Herlinger, 15 - Aitken, 16 - Morgan, 28 - Stansfield; 17 - van Heirolf, 21 - Cresswood; 11 - Sheldon
Kerr's recent performances had been attracting attention. Labeled as some sort of panacea to Tumbra's defensive problems (though others thought that it was Marco Hemmings' fault, who really had no idea how to manage a defence), expectations had been piling higher and higher on the young defender. While he kept a low profile, he'd begun noticing more press on the streets, trying to get a sneaky shot of Stephen doing something untoward or another. Straton's nightlife scene was always infamous for the frequent sighting of footballers, whether from Straton or not; the club itself had a list of establishments players were prohibited from going to, on pain of fines.
But the thing was that Stephen was just a rather boring, average person. He enjoyed alcohol, but in limited amounts, and he liked to think he treated his body like a temple. That meant no drugs, not too much partying, nothing that would prevent him from, well, playing football. Over time he'd gradually worked himself into the first-team lineup at Straton, all while on a under-21 contract; which meant that soon his agent would be agitating for a new contract.
Stephen had first encountered his agent on the way to signing his first professional contract; John Whiting, his name was, and a shrewd negotiator he was, too. Whiting had identified Kerr's talent from a young age, and taken him under his wing — though with his clients all over Tumbra, he'd barely had time for Stephen. Now, however, Whiting had begun talking to Stephen, more, again.
Hey, kiddo.Hey.So you're all over the news, then. Broken into the first team and all of that. Proud of ya.Thanks. It's been wild.Have you been thinking about the future?The future? No, not really.Never too early. You're on what, two thousand a week?Plus or minus, yeah.Think it's time we started angling for a new contract. Either that, or...Or what?The world's a big, large, place. And the world's hungry for Tumbran talent right now. 'specially after that U-18 WC win
and the fourth place in Valanora.Really, then? Moving abroad?Well. It really was just a suggestion.Think I'd prefer to remain in Tumbra for now, Mark.I'll begin talking to the club. I've got your stats — highly impressive. How much do you want?I really don't know.Ah, come on. You've got to give me something to work from.I really, really just wanna play football.I can respect that, I really do. But your career only lasts for what. Twenty years, at most? You've got to make
the most of what you have, when you can. Five digits, six? I can make it happen.I...really don't know.I'll start with...eh. Sixty thousand. See how low they'll go. But I'll give you my assurance — your salary is about
to go up. Here, or elsewhere.Please, don't piss off the club.They can afford it. Plus, you deserve it. See my above messages. And if they don't want to give it to you, there's
always other countries you can go to. You'd sell like hot pancakes overseas.Maybe it's something to consider. Alright.
Sixty thousand, starting offer. But please be patient with the club.I'll do my damn best to get you what you deserve.
So that had been that. And the press speculation got heavier — would the club bend, and pay sixty grand a week to its fresh, young talent? Or would it seek to keep him, on more modest terms? That was what dominated Stephen's next videocall with Trudy, when they next found time for one.
"I don't agree with agents often, y'know. But he's got a point. Two grand a week's like eight grand a month. And you're a footballer. A footballer, for chrissakes! You've got fifteen years to make as much money as you can before you go into...coaching, or something."
"I get that, Trudy, but Straton was what gave me a start as a footballer. I don't...feel...comfortable...treating my boyhood club like this."
"It's your call, Stephen, but for what it's worth, you're acting like an idiot."
"Hey!"
Trudy had evidently touched a nerve.
"I don't know, Trudy, I'd like to show a bit more loyalty and backbone to the club that made me who I am today! Without them, I wouldn't even be talking to you now.
"I'm sorry, Stephen." Her face softened. "I really just...want you to realise that you need to make money. As much as you or I enjoy our jobs, our careers last less than twenty years. We've got to make the best of it as we can."
"I know." He looked away from the screen. "It's just...I wish I didn't have to make this choice."
"The two aren't directly opposed, you know," remarking in a rather surprised tone. "You could stay in Tumbra and become a club legend while earning a lot of money. You do deserve it. And what's sixty grand a week to Straton, anyway? You play for a Big Six team — that IFCF money's enough to cover a lot of shit."
"I suppose."
"So listen to your agent, Stevie. I don't like agents, and my current one's about as unobtrusive into my career as I want —"
"Didn't Dan help you negotiate your contract?"
"Yeah. Apparently picked up some tricks from his own agent, Pierre, I think his name was. Seems to be a bloody good agent, too."
"Wonder if he'll become an agent of his own in the future."
"Eh, I don't really care. What I was getting at was that although I believe agents are bloody bloodsucking bastards, Mark knows his way 'round the industry. You're not the first young talent he's probably dealt with, nor will you be the last."
"So?"
"Listen to him."
"And if it doesn't work out?"
"Then you could always come to Chromatika," she said without missing a beat.
A simple statement, curt in its delivery, yet bold in its message. In one fell swoop, Trudy had broached a topic she'd always wanted to talk to Stephen about — moving to Chromatika. It wasn't even that ludicrous a suggestion either — fifteenth in the world, its league ranked ninteenth in it. A strong, developing country in Anaia, forging ahead on its own path. History, culture, a future — all could be found and sought on those isolated islands in the far northern reaches of the world, three thousand or four thousand miles away. Typically, Stephen would have rubbished these suggestions, but he was tired of Tumbra and its media.
And for the first time, Stephen found himself entertaining that suggestion.
"That...ah...huh."
"It's not a bad place to live, you know," she said gently. "And you could always rent a nice place in Chromia. Just...just make sure to let me visit once in a while."
"This is...a lot to take in."
"When you come to Chromatika, I promise I'll show you what it's like to live here."
"But you live with the club."
"I might move out soon. By the way, was that a yes on coming to Chromatika?"
"Uh..."
"For the World Cup, dummy."
"Oh, that..." His face lightened up for a moment. "Yeah, I asked my mom. I can go. You got the tickets?"
"Whole country's swept up in World Cup fever. Managed to get some, for cheap."
"Darn."
"And once again, you," she jabbed a finger at the camera like how she'd jabbed her finger into his chest in Zeta Reka, "owe me."
"Well, what would I?"
She shrugged. "A meal. Several meals. Properly treating your career like it is. And entertaining the thought of coming here."
Stephen merely laughed at hearing that.
"I thought I was already —"
"Permanently, Stephen. I was being serious. I mean, I am being serious. There's not many better leagues than that in Chromatika."
"I know. I promise, I'll think about it."
"Good."
A small smile crossed Trudy's face.
"Go to sleep, dork."
"Soon. Take care, Trudy."
"You too."
So it was that the first seeds of an idea were planted into Stephen's mind. The idea of moving to Chromatika. A step rarely taken — precious few of his countrymen had moved abroad. Norm Watson, Dan Galbraith, Neal Diamond, Nigel Erskine, van Heirolf, John Bridges — the first six to step beyond Tumbra's safe shores and take a look at the beyond. The Nine, of course, had to go overseas to make a living — there was no point in attempting to make a living playing women's football in Tumbra as it stood. But apart from that? Precious few exports. Little imports, too.
Perhaps it was time to join that club. To take a step out into the world. Into the kind-of-unknown.