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Postby Graintfjall » Tue Jun 22, 2021 4:40 am

Græntfjall – 1 (1)
B. Ernestisson; Lúthersdóttir, Bensson, T. Ernestisson, Vilbertsdóttir Image (72’); Hólmarsdóttir, Álvgeirsdóttir Image (61’) Image (85’ Miansdóttir Image), Guttisdóttir, Kristoffersdóttir Image (76’ Heikkisdóttir Image Image (90+3’)); Dannysdóttir, Wolfgangsdóttir Image (41’) Image (89’ Jokulsson Image)

New Lusitania – 0 (0)

The Snow Wolves advanced to their first ever Cup of Harmony semifinal with 1–0 win over New Lusitania in just about as assured a result as the single-goal scoreline could permit. Normally stereotyped as a team of ‘BFG’s, the playing XI lacked Jason Þórhallursson, Hjörleifur Reynarsson, Hrærekur Jvarsson or Álfar Ásvaldursson, and scored through a goal created by 5’3” Sara Kristoffersdóttir, set up by 5’2” Amanda Guttisdóttir, and finished off by 5’0” Lilly Wolfgangsdóttir. At least Björnólfur Ernestisson put his height to good use warding off some nerve-jangling final chances as New Lusitania fought to the 90th minute. But the 90th minute arrived, and with it news of a chance to meet up with Rushmori regional rivals Mytanija for a shot at Cup of Harmony glory.

Or at least, as much “glory” as comes from making the final of the Cup of Harmony. Which is not very much glory, really.

In any case, Mytanija bring a decidedly different challenge, and initial signs are a return to something to the formation that Igrene Cantor inherited at the start of the tournament, with the key difference between the omission of Jvarsson, whose failure to recover from his hamstring strain ended his tournament. Replacing him with Johanna Álvgeirsdóttir gives the midfield a decidedly different shape. Ásvaldursson will feature as a lone defensive midfielder in front of a back four, fortified by the return of Reynarsson, who have now not conceded for five consecutive games. Eiríka Jonathansdóttir is fit again (unfortunately for Wolfgangsdóttir). The biggest call is to revert to Hanne Heikkisdóttir on the left and leave Kristoffersdóttir on the bench, though not, perhaps, for the whole 90 minutes.

Starting XI against Mytanija: B. Ernestisson; Lúthersdóttir, Bensson, Reynarsson, Vilbertsdóttir (c); Ásvaldursson; Álvgeirsdóttir, Guttisdóttir; Jonathansdóttir, Dannysdóttir, Heikkisdóttir



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Fight for the leadership of Græntfjall’s right wing begins following disastrous election

The streets of Háttmark saw a celebratory atmosphere this past weekend as Zóphonías Juliusson was formally invested as Prime Minister after reaching a coalition deal with the Progressive Liberals. The defection of ten members of his party (and two Progressive Liberals) could not prevent him forming a majority in the Thing, and while precise policy details are yet to emerge, few crowding the streets around the Höll waving red flags as Juliusson met with Queen Júlíana seemed to care about the specifics of tax rates. Despite promises of an action-packed “day one” full of robust policy announcements, in the end Juliusson issued just half a dozen Cabinet Directives, the most consequential being to establish a parliamentary enquiry into Græntfjaller actions in Montaña Verde. “The work of governing is an ongoing conversation, one we are just beginning,” he said in remarks at the Thing the next day. Part of that conversation will be who leads the response.

Sigjón Þjóðbjörnsson

Formally, the NDF leader is now Leader of the Opposition. His party’s late collapse in the polls has received differing diagnoses. Some attribute it to a series of scandals such as his attacking a journalist who recorded video of the assault, or to his party’s inexperience at ground-level campaigning; others have suggested the polls always overestimated the NDF’s base level of support and the final result was simply a more accurate reflection of long term voting intention. “There are many people who, in the heat of last summer, were willing to say they were for the NDF, but once they actually got into the ballot box, they were never going to tick that box,” says Bertel Árbjörnsson, Professor of Psephological Hindsight at the University of Waltenberg. The scale of the NDF collapse should also not obscure the scale of their achievement, he says. “This was a minority party that struggled to make the Fraktion for years. Under Þjóðbjörnsson’s leadership, they have faulted into position as the undisputed leading party of the right.”

Veteran political journalist Magndís Rútsdóttir is not so sure about that. “His performance as Leader of the Opposition will be important. Holding the government to account, trying to split the coalition, forensic approaches to parliamentary debate: none of these are his strengths.” She also points out that NDF had success largely by attracting disaffected Left-slate voters. “They ran as a populist party that tried to portray themselves as talking about the values the Left-slate used to represent. That makes it hard for them to now pivot to leading the center-right.” Rútsdóttir nonetheless acknowledges that Þjóðbjörnsson is “best placed of anyone” to lead a right wing resurgence. “He’s starting from the advantage of having the biggest parliamentary backing and the biggest public profile.”

Christoffer Sandrosson

With David Austmannsson’s formal resignation as leader of the Blue-Greens being submitted the morning after the election, the race is now on the lead the center-right party. Early front runner is Christoffer Sandrosson, the former education minister. Nicknamed “Call me” in Hvítursalur circles for his habit of inviting people to “call me Chris”, Sandrosson is young, telegenic, and charismatic. He’s managed to straddle the political divides with his own party: associated with Austmannsson’s liberalizing wing prior to his appointment, he drifted to the right once in office. “Sandrosson was a particularly skilful navigator of the ‘new culture wars’,” explains columnist Edgar Jansson. “He seemed to understand that the general public weren’t really on board with a stridently anti-colonialist curriculum, or with modernizing sex education.” He was particularly noted for his shuttering of several Muslim schools in Háttmark, accused of gender segregation and of poor teaching standards, which led to protests outside his office. “All of which polled pretty well with 99% of the public, of course,” says Árbjörnsson.

According to Rútsdóttir, Sandrosson’s battles with the teachers’ union and the civil servants over his education policies both played extremely well with the conservative base. “However, in a lot of ways he’s a fairly orthodox liberal-conservative centrist,” she said. “He voted for gay marriage and decriminalization of marijuana, he was seen as one of the leading ‘wets’ on the welfare reform bill.” She also says that he is unpopular among Blue-Green colleagues, who say he spent too much of the election campaign jockeying for the coming leadership battle rather than trying to staunch the Blue-Green losses. “Few in the parliamentary party thought they would win the election, but some feel they could have held onto 10 or 15 more seats with a more committed effort from some of the front benchers, such as Sandrosson.” Though he is yet to announce a leadership bid, Sandrosson did admit over the weekend that it was time for the Blue-Greens to “reflect on their future” and that he wanted “to be a big part of that future”.

Naomi Samuelsdóttir

Technically, the first candidate to actually announce for the leadership election was Manuel Valsteinnsson, radical right-wing backbencher, considered a fringe prospect. But the first candidate with any serious heft has been Naomi Samuelsdóttir. An energetic young minister whose rapid political ascent saw her begin the last government on the back benches and make her way up to the Energy Ministry, she’s seen as one of the party’s leading soft-right liberals. Launching her campaign for leadership with a promise for a “Blue-Green party for everyone”, she has already won the endorsement of former justice minister Hlíf Karrisdóttir, who during the election was the first to break ranks with Austmannsson during the campaign. “I’ve lost count of how many articles I’ve seen about Naomi as the future of the party,” says Blue-Green activist Bogey Larisdóttir. “The big question about her is whether the future is now or… still in the future.”

One of “Dave’s Darlings”, the intake of young women elected at the last election after Austmannsson challenged his grassroots party to be more representative of Græntfjall than the recurrent “pale, stale, male” slate of candidates, Samuelsdóttir distinguished herself by breaking to the left of the party on several issues, such as foreign policy and welfare reform. “Calling her on the left is an oversimplification, though,” warns Árbjörnsson. “She’s one of a growing number of women on the right who’ve coopted the language of feminist emancipation to criticize Islam, for example,” he said. “If the culture wars are going to be a bigger feature of Græntfjaller politics going forward, that’s definitely one way the right could redefine themselves.” Her youth and inexperience nonetheless remain serious challenges, says Rútsdóttir. “Part of the deal with people being willing to put up with Austmannsson’s [alleged – Ed.] corruption for so long was that they knew about it: he didn’t have many secrets. With someone like Naomi, there’s no telling what skeletons she has buried.”

Lennart Sandelsson

Not all the leading candidates are “modernizers” looking to drag the party to the liberal-left. “The narrative of old Left-slate voters flocking to the NDF is overplayed,” says Jansson. “The truth is a lot of NDF voters used to Blue-Green or Liberal-Conservative, and drifted right. They felt the parties of the right were no longer strong enough on immigration or culturally representative of the old Græntfjall.” If such a tendency plays out, Lennart Sandelsson’s name is likely to crop up again and again as a potential new leader – despite having already publicly said he was not interested. The anti-immigration hardliner was a persistent thorn in the side of Austmannsson’s centrist government; he was one of the leading advocates of breaking the coalition with the Liberal-Conservatives and negotiating a new deal with the NDF (a deal which, in hindsight, would have saved the government from collapse). Sandelsson’s politics are adroitly summarized in his twii.tur profile, which list his “interests” as “flag, faith, and family”. And “ferret farming”, but that appears less immediately politically relevant.

“A lot of party activists, the people who actually mail flyers and drive in rockery signs and vote,” says Larisdóttir, “Don’t like the drift to the center, feel the party is too focussed on Háttmark, too liberal on immigration. But they don’t like the NDF thugs either, they remember the NDF’s republican campaigns in the past. They’re a bit lost right now in the conversation. But they’re probably more likely to vote Blue-Green than the wavering centrist liberals who all the other candidates seem intent on winning back.” The Progressive Liberals “ate into” the Blue-Green base, according to Árbjörnsson, which explains the current direction of thinking. “Young professionals, middle class parents in cosmopolitan neighborhoods, and women voters, are the three big groups where we saw huge demographic swings from Blue-Green to Progressive Liberal,” he says. “A man like Sandelsson isn’t going to win back any of them.” Nonetheless, a “Let Lennart Be Lennart” grassroots campaign is already underway among party activists to draft Sandelsson into the race.

Eiríka Jonathansdóttir

Possibly the only successful right-winger in the country right now…

Also in the paper:
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  • BUSINESS: Left-slate-proofing your investment portfolio
  • POLITICS: Juliusson unveils new cabinet: “It’s made of teak”
  • SCIENCE: Amateur astronomers report unusual sighting, “probably no big deal or anything”
  • SPORT: Wanjirsdóttir breaks the color line, putting pressure on football to catch up
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Postby Darmen » Tue Jun 22, 2021 12:14 pm

Darnell Halle was quickly becoming the man of the tournament for Darmen.

The Suns had put up tough resistance, but as the minutes ticked by it became clearer and clearer that the All Greens would, at some point before the final whistle, break through that resistance and score a goal. Víedharr Svendsen came close in the 67th minute only to have John Taylor's right paw swat his shot over the cross bar. Joel Good tried just a few minutes later to break the nil-nil deadlock, only to have his rocket from 25 yards out slam into the cross bar and recoil back the same 25 yards.

Those were not the only chances Darmen had. A corner kick in the 77th minute ended with the ball pinballing around in side the six yard box, striking Barunian and Darmeni in turn before Taylor finally smothered it. Another corner kick six minutes later almost ended with Stefani Obando deflecting a Bill St. John shot on goal into the goal past Taylor, but a vigilant Ronald Moreno cleared it off the line.

Frustration was mounting on both sides. Barunia had managed only a single shot since the half and Darmen had so many shots but no goals, that they could be accused of using a machine gun in an Olympic shooting event to no avail. But one man wasn't fazed.

Halle was calm as he moved about Barunia's back line, constantly dipping out of their sight only to reappear in a completely different area of the field. With no manager on the sideline, Barunia was playing some sort of hybrid zone-man marking defensive scheme and Halle was having a grand ol' time of confusing the hell out of his opponents. Nick Bentley was a perfect example of the effects of Halle's game: the center-back was having a hard time catching his breath and keeping an eye on the lone Darmeni striker.

In the 86th minute, Bentley paused, only for a moment, to catch his breath as Neville Swan took the ball into the Darmeni half. Swan looked confident with the ball at his feet and Bentley was thankful for the brief moment of respite it afforded to his lungs. But Darmeni captain Silver Abbey wasn't about to let Swan just run about in Darmen's half freely, a strong tackle later and Swan was on the ground and the ball was at Joel Good's feet. And what about Halle?

Halle had taken advantage of Bentley's momentary lack of concentration to run in behind him, a deep Moreno leaving him in an onside position. Bentley attempted to track back, but Good's deep ball beat him to Halle's position. Goalkeeper Taylor tried to come off his line to close down Halle, but the ball took a bounce and Halle took a hop and the half-volley went above Taylor's head and into the goal.

1-0 Darmen and a date with the Krytenians. Would the Kraken take them down too?
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Postby Squornshelous » Tue Jun 22, 2021 2:25 pm

When the Devil Drives, Chapter 15
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

Andreas gripped his needlegun tightly as he jogged along the sidewalk of a suburban street a few miles from Tkachov air base. The 512th's quartermaster had advised him to trade it and take an assault rifle. While the small size and narrow profile of the needler's darts, together with the gun's high rate of fire made it very effective at close range, the projectiles' small mass meant that their velocity dropped off quickly, and the weapon's effective range was only 100 meters or so as a result. Still, there was something about the needler that felt lucky to him. It had saved him two years back at the Liberation Day Raid, and he had his Sosunov as well. He was sure it would be fine. Besides that, he felt a certain recklessness tonight that he couldn't quite rein in, despite being aware of it. His life was going to be ruined soon enough, once the others found out who he really was. Did it really matter than much if he didn't make it back?

From off to the right came the rapid pop of distant rifle fire and the deeper thump of small artillery. He looked around at the others; there were two absent. Fixer was still back at the 512th's base near Government Center, surgeons fighting to save his arm. Zlad had been evacuated from Tkachov with a cast and sling, very much out of action. Andreas wasn't sure exactly where he was, but it was good to know the Molvanian was out of harm's way. Kijsa had been snuck out of the base before the Imperials attacked though, and rendezvoused with the cell en route. She sported multiple bandages on her back, and was a little stiffer and slower than usual, but insisted that she was fine. Fingers seemed fine, but with head trauma it was always hard to be sure how much someone had really recovered. Andreas hoped she was fine. She and her electronic warfare skills were their only real defense against any drone patrols they might encounter. Shura, miraculously untouched by injury, was leading their column, her long pink braid swaying back and forth as she ran. Finally, Viktor brought up the rear, regularly checking their position against the intelligence reports on Imperial positions he'd been given. Their mission was not to seek out combat against the Imperial forces assaulting the airbase, that was the 512th's job. Instead, they were here to work around the Imperial flank and infiltrate their rear echelon, where they could disrupt communications, supply, and command functions.

So far they hadn't found very much. They'd ambushed a trio of trucks that turned out to be carrying food rations, helped themselves to as much as they could carry and burned the rest. That might be a factor if the fighting dragged on for weeks, but it wasn't of much immediate help to the troops fighting to hold the airbase. They pushed onward, looking for something else. Some type of communications relay would be ideal. If they could take control of it, Fingers would be able to eavesdrop on Imperial traffic, and possibly insert false messages. If it was too strongly guarded to steal, they would likely still be able to put it out of action using the rocket launcher slung over Kijsa's broad shoulder.

And so they jogged, pausing occasionally to check for signs of the Imperials or verify their position relative to known forces. After a few miles had gone by, Andreas was quickly developing a fierce ache in his side, courtesy of the ribs he'd bruised at MinSec. Just when he felt like he was about to collapse, the telltale spire of an antenna came into view over the roof of a house. Moving quitely and keeping in the shadows, the cell closed in around through the side yard and looked down a shallow slope to the comm station. The large antenna was surrounded by attendant electronics and consoles, and a bundle of thick cables trailed away to a compact generator. Around the station were a few dozen Imperial troops.

"Too many," Viktor spoke softly. "We'll have to blow it and get out. Two shots Kij, the first one for the antenna, second for the generator. Probably hydrogen cell power base, so it should go up pretty big. Everyone else, suppressing fire as soon as Kij launches the first, then withdraw by twos, thirty second intervals. Fingers and Kij first, then Andre and Shura, I'll follow last." He looked around at them from where he squatted. "If we're pursued, we head all the way back til we find friendlies. If not, regroup at those ration trucks. Any questions? All right let's go."

It was a good plan, and it had almost worked to perfection.

Kij's first rocket roared out of its launch tube shooting a ten foot tongue of flame out behind her. It sped down the slope almost faster than the eye could follow. The impact was almost anticlimactic. A sharp crack and a brief flash, then nothing. Kij was down on both knees reloading while the rest of the cell opened up, spraying fire down the hill, scattering the troops around the antenna. As Kij came up to one knee and re-shouldered the launcher, the top of the antenna began to waver, then tip, and finally the entire upper half was on the move. The rocket's explosive head, originally designed to flatten against a surface before exploding, spalling fragments off its other side, had neatly bisected it. Before the antenna could hit the ground, Kij had launched her second rocket, which also sailed true. This time, the result as spectacular, as the explosion encountered the rapidly expanding hydrogen of the generator's fuel cell and touched off an immense fireball.

Even before it had reached its full height, Kij had slung her launcher over her back again and started moving, with Fingers just behind her. They snuck back through the side yard, around the corner of the house, and straight into the path of two patrolling Imperial soldiers. A quick hail of gunfire from behind just as they were about to begin their own retreat was the first warning Andreas and Shura got.

Viktor motioned them to go while he kept the main body of Imperials hunkered down. Shura took the lead, and was first to arrive to where Fingers was vainly pulling Kijsa along. One of the big woman's legs was limp, and bleeding badly, but she was shoving herself along with the other, only minimally helped by Fingers' efforts. Shura bent down to put pressure on the leg immediately.

"I'm fine, there's a patrol just there, around the corner!" Kij barked.

"How many?" Shura didn't remove her hands from Kij's leg.

"Just two, but . . ."

As Kij spoke, Andreas saw the muzzle of a rifle beginning to emerge around the corner of the house. Time seemed to slow, and he watched with fascination as his body reacted all on its own, stepping forward in front of his companions, raising the needlegun, his lucky needler. Maybe it's better this way. No explanations needed, no one has to hate me. The soldier was coming around the corner now. Andreas's body continued to walk forward, finger tightening on the trigger as it pulled the needlegun's stock snug against his shoulder. Ok, let's go then.

A few moments later, or it might have been hours, Andreas found himself standing, still clutching the needler. He looked down at it, turning it over in his hands. "0" was displayed on the ammo counter. He looked down, then immediately thought better of it. The two soldiers were there, as was his missing ammo. He turned and looked over his shoulder. Kij, Fingers, and Shura were staring at him open mouthed. He noticed bullet holes torn in the wall next to him, brushed his fingers over a tear in his jacket. Lucky needler? He looked down at it again.

Viktor ended up saving them all by coming around the corner of the house at that moment. Shura tied a quick dressing on Kij's leg, and the two men each supported her from one side. Somehow the troops back at the comm station never caught up with them. Maybe they hadn't really wanted to, seeing what had happened to their equipment and friends. Once they were safely back behind friendly lines, Shura turned to Andre.

"You were trying to get yourself killed there weren't you, to avoid explaining?"

"What's Andre trying to avoid?" Viktor frowned.

"There's something I have to tell you all, that I should have told you two years ago. I wanted everyone to be together when I did because it's probably the last time any of you will speak to me." Andreas could feel them all looking at him, but he couldn't make himself meet their eyes. "I'm not really who you think I am. My name is Andreas Jalkanen, that much is true, but my past, what you found when you checked up on me, that's all falsified. MinSec is very good at planting false histories for its covert agents."

MinSec?! You mean . . ."

"I was a MinSec agent assigned to infiltrate your cell and submit reports on your activities."

Shura leapt to her feet, grabbed the front of Andreas's shirt. "So everything you ever told us was a lie. Why shouldn't we kill you right now?"

"Shura." Viktor waved her away, "I won't say I'm not dismayed Andreas, but I want to hear more before I decide anything. I couldn't help but notice you said you were a MinSec agent. When did you stop?"

"Liberation Day. I was supposed to help capture or kill you all during the raid. Instead I killed my MinSec contact." His fingers brushed against the massive handgun on his hip. Shura flinched. "This Sosunov was his. I kept it to remind me about what I needed to make up for. I . . . I meant to tell you a thousand times, but I was too afraid."

"With good fucking reason, I'd have killed you. You know what MinSec did to my family," Shura was standing again.

"I wasn't afraid of dying, Shura, I was afraid to lose your respect, your friendship, all of you. Because it was, is the only thing I have left."

Viktor stared at him in silence for a long moment. "I don't know who Andreas Jalkanen was," he said, finally, "but I do know who my friend Andre is. He's brave and loyal, and I owe him my life a dozen times over."

"No more than I owe you mine, Viktor."

"There'll be a time later when we'll all sit down together and talk about this, but I know I wasn't the same person I am now before I joined NewCon, neither was Kij, nor Fixer. Neither were you Shura. We've all made ourselves anew in this struggle. I think the same is true of you Andre."

Andreas, Andre couldn't find the words to respond. He blinked back tears as he lifted his head to Viktor. "You mean . . ."

"You planned to harm us, but you changed your mind. I don't think you've wronged us at all in that case, have you?"

Andre quickly swallowed the lump in his throat, "Not that I know of. I made some reports before Liberation Day to help them plan the operation to capture you, but nothing else, nothing since."

"Then, as far as I can tell, you fixed your own mistake, and never repeated it. That's good enough for me Andre."

Ander managed to choke out a strangled, "Thank you," and then he was sobbing. He felt a hand on his shoulder, then another and, for the first time in a very long time, realized that he was home.

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Everything had taken such a sudden turn for the worse. Lucia Krupin could hardly believe that what she was living through was even real.

The Red and Black had been played right off the pitch by Mytanija, with the Hoops putting up three goals while refusing to concede even once. The match was every bit as lopsided as the score would indicate too, which was even worse than simply losing. Lucia and the rest of the attack hadn't been able to create chances, even with Lagerkron sending on subs to try to spark something in the second half. Lucia had felt such a sense of helplessness, unable to give the fans at home even a consolation goal to take heart from.

Right after the final whistle, she'd collapsed to her knees, numb to everything around her, but hours later when she'd learned the worse news, she felt as if the very ground itself had been ripped from beneath her. Foreign Minister and acting-High Minister Feliks Yakovlev had released a statement on official government channels. In it, he admitted that everything the rebels had said, what Lucia had dismissed as transparent lies, was true. The rebels had seized control of Vogsphere, Striterax, and Santraginus, along with numerous smaller cities. They had captured the Emperor and High Minister, whose whereabouts were unknown. And they had now fought off the government's attempt to retake the cities and military bases. Yakovlev concluded by announcing a cease-fire had been reached, and that he intended to surrender himself to rebel custody.

It couldn't be real.

But it had to be. It was on the official government site and channels, which meant InfoMan had approved it for release, and it hadn't been taken down. It had been up for hours now. Somehow, the rebels had won, and now Lucia's world was ending.

Some Colonel Arlberg, who was apparently the highest-ranking officer the rebels could muster, had been on civilian channels calling for a republic, and had announced that a provisional government would be formed to keep order and organize elections.

Lucia knew there was no place for her in that world. Her home was gone, replaced overnight by some anarchic state. She never could have dreamed it would end like this. She'd always thought she'd be able to win a tournament, add to the glorious tradition of the Imperium. How could she have known the last goal she would ever score for her country would come in the second round of a Cup of Harmony they would exit in the quarterfinals.

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It had still been scoreless late in the first half against Abanhfleft. Lucia had been working down the wing with Iosif Chaika. First Chai would overlap behind her, then she would follow up, give him a drop option, they would exchange again, and she would overlap him in turn. It had taken a while to figure out the opposition's tendencies, but they were starting to have some success pulling Adams and Kleist out of their shape to open up space behind.

Then, it was there. In an eyeblink, an innocuous play turned dangerous as Lucia got a half step on Adams and turned inside along the end line. She'd leaned hard against the Fleftic defender, using her strength and body position to shield the ball. Adams tried to grab a handful of her shirt, but only got a couple fingers' worth and tumbled down behind her.

Immediately, Shepley was there, charging hard to close Lucia down before she could pick out a pass to one of the attackers now rushing into the penalty area. Lucia kicked her left foot to fake a pass and freeze Shepley, but turned it into a quick cut to her right, back out away from the touchline toward the top of the box. With the right center back now out of position, some space had opened up there, and the backtracking midfielders were just a moment slow to react to how open Lucia suddenly was. They corrected, but too late, as she'd already opened up enough angle on goal to shoot for the far post. With Churchill still closer to the near post, Lucia's curled shot was untouchable, and she'd weighted it perfectly. It tucked itself just inside the post and swished into the side netting to open the scoring.

At the time, it had seemed like just another goal. One of many to come for Lucia. But now? Who knew whether she'd ever to play football again.
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Postby Graintfjall » Tue Jun 22, 2021 2:44 pm

Goal of the tournament competition

Entrants from the following users will be included in the final poll. If you think you submitted an entry that is not included, TG me with a link to the post.
  • Busoga Islands
  • Sarzonia
  • Eshialand
  • The Grearish Union
  • Darmen
  • Eraman
  • Mytanija
  • Barunia
  • Zwangzug
  • Squornshelous
  • Flavovespia



Each MD I will be offering a small prompt on the theme of music. These prompts are not required and there is no extra bonus for doing them compared with doing a match report or any other type of RP; they’re simply there because, at the end of a long World Cup cycle and with many tournaments competing for attention, inspiration may be running thin. Feel free to respond in whatever format you like – or ignore them entirely.


As we decide whether or not the metal your team plays for is gold/silver or merely bronze, what has been the history of winning trophies for your team? Do you have a cabinet full of glittering silverware or is the first chance at adding a shiny star to your crest?



Semifinal cutoff



Semifinal result

Krytenia 3–3 Darmen (5–4 AET)
Grander International Arena, Háttmark

Krytenia will play the winner of the Krytenian semi-final at the Isserson Olympic Stadium, Emberton, Krytenia.

Darmen will play the loser of the Krytenian semi-final at the GT Estadio Fútbol De Musarañas De Oro, Háttmark.
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Solo: IBC30, WCoH42, HWC25, U18WC16, CoH85, WJHC20
Co-host: CR36, BoF74, CoH80, BoF77, WC91
Champions: BoF73, CoH80, U18WC15, DBC52, WC91, CR41, VWE15, HWC27, EC15
Co-champions of the first and second Elephant Chess Cups with Bollonich
Runners-up: DBC49, EC10, HWC25, CR42
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Postby Flavovespia » Tue Jun 22, 2021 2:45 pm

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Flavovespia's entry for goal of the tournament comes from Group H, MD3 against The Gothanita Isles. In the 10th minute, David Clark fired a long diagonal ball, under some pressure from Grigorii McCrory, towards Michael Cole. Michael Cole was quicker than Den Benjaminson, but had the Gothanitan goalside of him, in an attempt to block his attacking efforts. It made no difference, as Michael Cole went straight for the volley, without the ball even bouncing on the grass. It curled and looped through the air, beating Thulile Bolkvadze and flying in under the crossbar. It was a truly spectacular goal from the 22 year old, only his 6th internationally. Under the pressure of the game as well, he produced an absolute diamond.

The commentary from FTV 1's TV commentator, David Alison (above) and Flavovespia One Radio commentator Jason Carrigan (below)

"10 minutes in, 0-0. David Clark just inside the attacking half, long ball forward to Cole, who shoots...OH MY DAYS WHAT A GOAL! Michael Cole gives Flavovespia the lead with a stunner! Nobody is doubting his selection now, that was pure brilliance!

"It's played forward to Clark, under pressure from McCrory, goes long to Cole, shoots, scores! Oh and what a way to score! I don't think that even hit the ground, Clark's ball from 40 metres or so away, Cole just hits it with such perfection, he could have a hundred, even a thousand more attempts and he'd not hit a cleaner strike than that. Flavovespia lead, a crucial goal and such a great goal to score. "










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Postby Krytenia » Tue Jun 22, 2021 2:49 pm

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If you're in Krytenia, the semifinal cutoff message reads as follows:

Easy to run, harder to stay,
Finding colours in the grey,
You thought I was done, but I've gotta go on,
I fell twice, now I'm twice as strong!


Krytenian Semi-Final

Mytanija 3-4 Græntfjall
Cygnus Stadium, Bromham


CUP OF HARMONY 80 FINAL

Krytenia vs Græntfjall
Isserson Olympic Stadium, Emberton, Krytenia


Third Place Playoff

Darmen vs Mytanija
GT Estadio Fútbol De Musarañas De Oro, Háttmark, Græntfjall
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Postby Graintfjall » Wed Jun 23, 2021 1:43 am

Goal of the Tournament competition
Musical inspiration

Vote here: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIp ... sp=sf_link

Your vote will not be revealed, but NS nation is requested to ensure only one vote per person.

The entrants are:

Sarika Birla, Busoga Islands v Trolleborg: viewtopic.php?p=38729802#p38729802

    And so when she went to the touchline, and they signaled for the substitution, her coming in for Ornet, the Busogan fans started roaring her name. "BIR-LA! BIR-LA!" The chant went from the fans in red. Big time people from all across Busoga were talking about her. But she was focused on the match, even though it was a historic moment.

    A few minutes later, in the 89th minute, she would have her chance. An Artem Kohut overhead cross, that would reach her in the air right at the 18. She had the opportunity to hit it first time out of the air- so why not? She locked her ankle and put her foot through the ball. The ball rocketed forward, to the top front corner towards the near post- the goalkeeper did not have a chance. INto the back of the net it went.

    "GOALLLLLLL!" Commentators were yelling, the fans were screaming, she was screaming. She ran into the Busogan fans that were sitting directly behind the goal she just scored in, as the bench sprinted down and everybody mobbed her. What a strike, what a goal, what a story.
Alice Carroll, Eshialand v Kandorith: viewtopic.php?p=38735996#p38735996

    You turn around, and there he is, getting ready to pass you the ball... you signal that you're ready, and he passes... Mori Takayama almost took the ball from him, but it got to you instead. You turn around to look at the goal, staring down Tamatsuki. You gear up for one shot, thinking about everything that's been going through your mind... you shoot the ball, and time stops.

    It simply stops, as it tends to do in those pivotal moments, everything hinging on whether the ball goes in. You watch as the ball flies toward the top-left corner of the net, and Tamatsuki jumps for it... but can't save it. The score goes to 2-1 for Eshialand.

    Now, instead of being 19 minutes from the hardest moment this year, you were 19 minutes away from one of the greatest achievements in Eshian history, thanks to what some have called the #goalofthetournament.
Jake Campos, Sarzonia v Reçueçn: viewtopic.php?p=38737163#p38737163

    Sarzonia looked for all the world like they would advance as group winners with another frustrating goalless draw until Holly Cambrio, subbing for midfielder Brady Reynolds, won a clear attempt from attacking midfielder Harold Saunders and fired to substitute striker Mek'hi West. He trapped the ball and drew three defenders to him before firing a cross toward goal. He cringed momentarily, as he'd struck the ball ever so slightly off from where he'd intended, but that was no bother for Campos. The young striker used the opening West provided, lept up, flipped over, and struck the ball with his off left boot and cheekily sailed it just over the outstretched glove of Les Licornes goalie Gerauld Firaut and into the back of the net. The goal proved cathartic, both for the spectacular way Campos scored his goalofthetournament candidate tally, but for the meaning of that marker. It would push Sarzonia through as Group B champions, allowing them to stay in essentially the same location and in the same climate. It knocked Les Licornes out of the tournament when they'd simply needed a single point to ensure passage to Græntfjall. It gave Hanifer a major talking point in his favour for staying on as Sarzonia manager, one he emphasised during his Zoom interview with the Incorporated Football Federation Board of Governors.
Joanna Rodrigues, The Grearish Union v Vdara: viewtopic.php?p=38739825#p38739825

    The first-half was largely a matter of holding out against the Vdaran offensive, as the Grearish XI were more than content to sit back and defend against the waves. The deadlock was broken in the 37th minute as the Vdarans did the inevitable and went 1-0 up thanks to a calm-headed finish by the Vdaran strike spearhead in Laselis. It is probably the need for a reaction to this goal that inspired the mighty comeback for the Black Lilies. Skipper Joanna Rodrigues found herself running down the Grearish left flank in one of the characteristic Grearish counterattacks was one of the most beautiful TV experiences one could have. Her glamorous ponytail kept trailing behind her as she made numerous feints in what was a dazzling run. The Vdarans were still recovering from the corner that they had taken on the Grearish side of the pitch, and there just weren't enough bodies to throw in her path. The edge of the box was where she decided to cut in with the outstep of her famed right foot, and set herself up to shoot. After that, there wasn't the bang! one would expect. Joanna managed to wrap her leg around the ball as she whipped it in the far post with finesse. Solo brilliance was found tangled in the net after the ball had curled in. The magnificent Rodrigues had brought hope to Grearia single-handedly on the 41st minute. So much so, that twii.tur was flooded with the hashtag goalofthetournament in no time. She's a hero for the country, now, and nothing can really change that.
Darnell Halle, Darmen v San Ortelio: viewtopic.php?p=38745847#p38745847

    The Fjlarkfjall Arena was relatively quiet for a Cup of Harmony Round of 32 match. The weather was likely the cause, everyone was too busy downing their alcohol to stay warm to cheer for the players on the pitch.

    And Darnell Halle didn't mind one bit. He was having fun mixing it up in the box, bumping into the San Ortelian's and causing havoc in the mass of bodies. Di Stefano raised his hand, three fingers and the team sprung into action. Mac Pharlain went that way, St. John that way, Spalding started clucking like a chicken, Tobias danced like an Egyptian and Halle stood there, perfectly still.

    Di Stefano's free kick lifted into the air, curled a bit and landed squarely on Halle's right temple. As if by magic (but really just physics), the ball changed direction. Enrico Lanzafame did not change direction. The ball and the net made love.
Wikra Petara, Eraman v Eshialand: viewtopic.php?p=38746205#p38746205

    Then in the 99th minute, something magical happened. It started from an Eshialand attack where a dangerous shot by Jacob Harran was saved by Dundang Bayan. With quick-thinking, Dundang Bayan who saw the entire field from his penalty box started the transition from defensive to attacking by releasing the ball as quick as he can to Cicak Kudung on the left flank. Everything was wide open. Eshialand is not ready for a counter-attack.

    Cicak ran straight on the left flank halfway through the field with the ball before releasing it to Rimau Belang who was making a run in the middle of Eshialand’s half. Rimau with just a touch spread the ball to the right flank to Kilat Saputra. The beautifully placed ball to the open space just needed a touch from Kilat who cross the ball to Eshialand’s D box. The ball bounced on the ground once before the prince, Wikra Petara released a half volley that hit the top right corner. A beauty, 15 seconds from the moment Dundang saved a dangerous shot to the goal by the prince. Eshialand was hit by a bolt of lightning.
Kemal Gajic, Mytanija v TJUN-ia: viewtopic.php?p=38746297#p38746297

    The Hoops probably should have been home and hosed, with Jasno Odonelec and substitute Branko Brkljacic having decent chances which they missed and Lev Repin may have thought that it just wasn’t Mytanija’s night. The game went into the final ten minutes and TJUN-ia were countering as Mytanija pushed for a winner and this won them a corner in the 87th minute. Pedro Vasquez whipped it in and whilst it was comfortably headed away by Mojmir Anac the ball didn’t go fully clear, instead rolling out towards the other sideline and here David Johnson took up possession and bore down on the Mytanar penalty area. Kemal Gajic was there to meet him after coming back to defend the corner and whilst he isn’t renowned for his tackling he managed to poke the ball away from Johnson. All of a sudden Gajic tore away, with TJUN-ia defenders rushing to get back into defensive positions. Gajic dribbled past Chapman before nut-megging Jeff Donaldson and speeding away from Malsharma – who was struggling to get back from the corner – Gajic suddenly only had McKenna to beat. The winger poked the ball to the right, far in front of him and it seemed as if McKenna would get to it first. However, Gajic is extremely quick and he used this to his advantage to get there just as McKenna looked to hoof clear and Gajic took it off his toes to leave McKenna floundering. Gajic was one-on-one with Gylfisson and despite the big goalkeeper’s presence he remained cool, cool enough to smartly chip the ball over him just as he sunk down to try and get his hands on the ball. It was a potential goalofthetournament contender, a breathtakingly audacious run and Gajic deserved the adulation he received as he wheeled away to celebrate. To beat four defenders through speed and skill before showing the composure to finish in the manner he did was truly brilliant. To do so to win a knockout game for his country was even better.
Emmanuel Carter, Barunia v Sargossa: viewtopic.php?p=38751766#p38751766

    But a draw meant nothing in a knockout game. If the Suns wanted to avoid another nail-biting penalty shootout, they needed to score, and fast. But that was proving difficult, especially as Sargossa were just as eager to put this game to bed. Varela produced the best chance for the Corsairs, but Taylor performed a leaping save. A quick throw to Seymour set up the Barunian counterattack, as the ball was chipped to Stefani Obando. She immediately dodged González, then went on a run up the middle, sidestepping defenders left and right. Thomas provided a useful outlet to work the ball around Dengra, then it was back to Obando to set up Moorhouse in the box with a perfect pass. Obando’s run had split the defence, and Moorhouse only had one player to beat, Juan Esnáider. Looking to shoot past the Sargossan captain, Moorhouse instead stepped insidethe ball and flicked it backwards with the outside of her boot. Into the path of Emmanuel George Montez Carter. The Barunian superstar touched the ball away from the path of the charging Martinez, and then lofted it over the Sargossan keeper as he took a desperate lunge. Just like that, Barunia had the league, and with only three minutes left, the Corsairs had no time to pierce the Barunian defence a second time.
Corey Richardson, Zwangzug v St Trinians: viewtopic.php?p=38752323#p38752323

    So on we cheered, watched St Trinians fight,
    And cursed the ref, and saw our players sweat.
    And Corey Richardson, that winter night,
    Stood tall, and put the football in the net.
Lucia Krupin, Squornshelous v Abanhfleft: viewtopic.php?p=38759175#p38759175

    It had still been scoreless late in the first half against Abanhfleft. Lucia had been working down the wing with Iosif Chaika. First Chai would overlap behind her, then she would follow up, give him a drop option, they would exchange again, and she would overlap him in turn. It had taken a while to figure out the opposition's tendencies, but they were starting to have some success pulling Adams and Kleist out of their shape to open up space behind.

    Then, it was there. In an eyeblink, an innocuous play turned dangerous as Lucia got a half step on Adams and turned inside along the end line. She'd leaned hard against the Fleftic defender, using her strength and body position to shield the ball. Adams tried to grab a handful of her shirt, but only got a couple fingers' worth and tumbled down behind her.

    Immediately, Shepley was there, charging hard to close Lucia down before she could pick out a pass to one of the attackers now rushing into the penalty area. Lucia kicked her left foot to fake a pass and freeze Shepley, but turned it into a quick cut to her right, back out away from the touchline toward the top of the box. With the right center back now out of position, some space had opened up there, and the backtracking midfielders were just a moment slow to react to how open Lucia suddenly was. They corrected, but too late, as she'd already opened up enough angle on goal to shoot for the far post. With Churchill still closer to the near post, Lucia's curled shot was untouchable, and she'd weighted it perfectly. It tucked itself just inside the post and swished into the side netting to open the scoring.

    At the time, it had seemed like just another goal. One of many to come for Lucia. But now? Who knew whether she'd ever to play football again.
Michael Cole, Flavovespia v The Gothanita Isles: viewtopic.php?p=38759248#p38759248

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    "10 minutes in, 0-0. David Clark just inside the attacking half, long ball forward to Cole, who shoots...OH MY DAYS WHAT A GOAL! Michael Cole gives Flavovespia the lead with a stunner! Nobody is doubting his selection now, that was pure brilliance!

    "It's played forward to Clark, under pressure from McCrory, goes long to Cole, shoots, scores! Oh and what a way to score! I don't think that even hit the ground, Clark's ball from 40 metres or so away, Cole just hits it with such perfection, he could have a hundred, even a thousand more attempts and he'd not hit a cleaner strike than that. Flavovespia lead, a crucial goal and such a great goal to score. "
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Solo: IBC30, WCoH42, HWC25, U18WC16, CoH85, WJHC20
Co-host: CR36, BoF74, CoH80, BoF77, WC91
Champions: BoF73, CoH80, U18WC15, DBC52, WC91, CR41, VWE15, HWC27, EC15
Co-champions of the first and second Elephant Chess Cups with Bollonich
Runners-up: DBC49, EC10, HWC25, CR42
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Postby Krytenia » Wed Jun 23, 2021 4:05 pm

Outside Conservative Party HQ, Russell Street, Central Emberton, 5:21am

For Penelope Baker, it had been a long night. She'd been cheered by the crowds that had gathered in her count in Cammerstone, a wave of hopeful young faces, many of them with rosettes, badges, or T-shirts carrying the party logo and/or message. Her own seat, of course, was never close to in doubt; as she made her acceptance speech after the result was announced, she gave little away save that she was quietly confident her party would win a majority. From there, to Bulham Conservative Club, where she thanked both the local and national party members for putting their faith in her. Now, having arrived in the capital, it was time to greet the media and party faithful outside. A few minutes earlier, the Conservatives had officially crossed the line and won an official majority - a hold in Ospringe doing the job - which meant that in a few hours time, Penelope would become Prime Minister of Krytenia. This, then, would be her first chance to show her intentions whilst resident in Portland House. She approached the lectern placed on the half-landing of the stairs in front of Conservative HQ, and addressed the crowd.

It seems apt that I speak to you as the sun rises over the Beck, as today marks a new dawn for the people of Krytenia. Yesterday, the people spoke, and they decided in their tens of millions to reject the head-in-the-sand management of the Reform administration, and instead voted in a government who will put them first. A government that will invest in transport and infrastructure, that will allow businesses and industry to grow and create more jobs, and that will lower taxes and put more argentals in their pockets. A government that will ensure that every young Krytenian gets the opportunity to secure the education and qualifications needed to succeed, regardless of race, religion, gender, or social status. A government that will take the lead on foreign policy, and make this great land a powerhouse on the multiversal stage. We intend to open up free trade not just to Anaian or AO nations, but all that will reciprocate. Krytenian goods, Krytenian business, Krytenian knowhow; these are assets to be shared with the world - so long as the world is ready to respond in kind.

And that, of course, brings us to the elephant in the room. We have said repeatedly that we wish to negotiate with Sarzonia, but that negotiation comes with a caveat. We will not negotiate any agreements of trade, political, or military co-operation with nations that refuse to accept the decisions that the nation makes. Though I have previously expressed my disgust at the way the Reform administration approached the declaration, had it come before the Witting I would have voted for it. Krytenia stands tall as a pillar of Anaia, and I do not wish to change that. And that means that if the Incorporated Government wish to come and break bread with us, they must acknowledge Foxchester and NEATO. And if they think, even for one second, that this means we're in the pocket of Korra Starblayde or the government in Jhanna...well, they clearly don't know Krytenians like they think they do. The door is open - but President Haffner can check his baggage outside.

This morning marks the first day of Krytenia's future. We cannot promise the streets will be paved with gold, but we will promise that this country will grow and develop in a way that would have been impossible a scant few weeks ago. Brothers and sisters - anai-arrebak - let us stand together in the rising sun, for today is a bright new day for this nation.

¡Adelante Criteña! ¡Adelante Anaia! ¡Adelante como uno!


Penelope Baker acknowledged the cheering crowd before making her way back into HQ. Good start, Penny, she mused, now for the tricky part. Running the country.
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Postby Graintfjall » Thu Jun 24, 2021 5:44 am

Græntfjall – 4 (1)
B. Ernestisson Image (90+4’); Lúthersdóttir, Bensson, Reynarsson Image (73’) Image (90+3’), Vilbertsdóttir; Ásvaldursson Image (73’ Hólmarsdóttir Image Image (86’)); Álvgeirsdóttir, Guttisdóttir Image (72’ pen.); Jonathansdóttir Image (12’) Image (40’) Image (76’ Wolfgangsdóttir Image Image (89’)), Dannysdóttir, Heikkisdóttir Image (66’ Kristofferdóttir Image Image (85’))

Mytanija – 3 (1)
Ocokoljic Image (38’), Gajic Image (60’), Anac Image (72’), Brkljacic Image (78’) Image (87’), J. Odonelec Image (85’)

There are goal-filled regional rivalry games, semi-finals of major(ish) tournaments, end-to-end thrillers packed with brilliant football, wonderful creativity, courageous defending. There are games decided, after 90+ minutes of heroic individual football and sheer bloody-minded team will to survive, by one moment of pure genius, when one player puts the rest of their team on their shoulders. Tied sizzlers that are settled on a screaming 30 yard volley, a run untouched through five defenders, an audacious sequence of fluid passing beginning from the goal line and ending in an elegant chip. There are games where the final goal seems the perfect encapsulation of the beautiful footballing action that every moment hitherto has built up in service of.

And then there are times when you just whack in a corner and hope it bounces in off some tall fella’s head.

After Jasno Odonelec’s thunderous drive nearly split the crossbar in two, after Sara Kristofferdóttir’s solo dribble ended in a chip that grazed off the outside of the post, after Jezdimir Ocokoljic’s free-kick bent over the wall and had to be saved at full stretch by Björnólfur Ernestisson, after Emeli Vilbertsdóttir spotted Pedja Kasun off his line and very nearly lobbed him from the half-way line, everyone thought it was going to take a truly special goal to break the 3–3 tie. Everyone was wrong: it took some brutally route-1 football, as Ernestisson cleared his lines with an almighty hoof and Justiina Dannysdóttir’s header was poked around the post by Kasun. Elektra Lúthersdóttir, still bloodied from a Branko Brkljacic challenge that had seen the substitute accumulate two yellow cards in the 13 minutes he was on the pitch, limped up to hit an inswinging corner in the 4th minute of added time, and Hjörleifur Reynarsson outjumped Dino Racic (helped by grabbing a big enough handful of his jersey that he was left with enough material to fashion a Hoops jersey of his own). His forehead did the rest.

It has been a feature of this tournament that, especially since Hrærekur Jvarsson’s injury, the Snow Wolves have been less “Big” than usual (and, in the absence of the banned Jason Þórhallursson, considerably less “Fucking”). But they have remained Græntfjallers to the bitter end and there was perhaps something fitting in the moment that sent them to their first ever Cup of Harmony final being a true center-half’s goal that owed more to brute force than silky skill. Reynarsson has form, as Steinaux fans will remember from his title-winning 90th minute header two GPL seasons ago. But it was still a slightly deflating moment given some of the skilful football the semi-final had seen up to that point.

Neutrals were certainly left wondering whether the better team had actually won. It had taken 11 Græntfjallers to beat 9 Mytanars (the Snow Wolves were justifiably incensed that Mojmir Anac greeted Sara Kristofferdóttir’s first action on taking the pitch with a tackle worthier of the Rugby World Cup; ND brought their typically nuanced take to international relations with pictures of Anac under the caption “BAN THIS SICK FILTH NOW!”, and added a few sleazy upskirt paparazzo shots of Enesa Handanovic on the next page for good measure). Mytanija’s 3 goals all came from open play, including the pick of the crop from pacy winger Kemal Gajic who shredded the Græntfjaller defense and finished with a curl off the outside of his wrong foot past an astonished, unmoving Ernestisson; all 4 of Græntfjall’s came from set pieces.

Bruised, battered, but unbowed, and lots of other cliché words involving the letter B too, the Snow Wolves nonetheless emerged victors and will now proceed to Emberton to play their co-hosts, Krytenia, while it is the Mytanars who, in a rather cruel twist of fate, must now travel to Græntfjall for another all-Rushmori derby, against Darmen. Eiríka Jonathansdóttir, who opened the scoring, nudging in Johanna Álvgeirsdóttir’s free-kick, will miss the final through suspension, giving a chance for Lilly Wolfgangsdóttir, who replaced her here and scored the 89th minute equalizer, turning in the rebound from Kasun’s brilliant save of Kristofferdóttir’s dipping free-kick after Jasno Odonelec, Mytanija’s peerless player of the game, who had looked unstoppable (until, with basically the last play of the game, he was stopped, Reynarsson’s full-stretch sliding tackle arguably as important to the win as his header a minute earlier had been) I’ve forgotten where this sentence even began looked to have given the Hoops the win four minutes early with a deft shot skimming low through a crowded box to Ernestisson’s right. Despite her corner kick heroics Lúthersdóttir is also an injury doubt, as is Álfar Ásvaldursson; owing to extremely severe injuries the sub-editor who attempted to unmangle the previous sentence is also out and will probably have to be put down.

Starting XI against Krytenia: B. Ernestisson; T. Ernestisson, Bensson, Reynarsson, Vilbertsdóttir (c); Hólmarsdóttir, Álvgeirsdóttir, Guttisdóttir, Kristofferdóttir; Dannysdóttir, Wolfgangsdóttir
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Solo: IBC30, WCoH42, HWC25, U18WC16, CoH85, WJHC20
Co-host: CR36, BoF74, CoH80, BoF77, WC91
Champions: BoF73, CoH80, U18WC15, DBC52, WC91, CR41, VWE15, HWC27, EC15
Co-champions of the first and second Elephant Chess Cups with Bollonich
Runners-up: DBC49, EC10, HWC25, CR42
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Postby Mytanija » Thu Jun 24, 2021 8:30 am

Lev Repin looked out onto the pitch at the Cygnus Stadium in Bromham – towards the Mytanar and Græntfjaller players – and a wry smile crept over his face. If his players looked towards him they would probably be shocked to see him smiling after a defeat in a semi-final, but it had been one hell of a game. A truly astonishing game of football which had showcased some of the best and worst of his own team. Seven goals and two red cards is something that any neutral could appreciate, the sort of wild football match which keeps your eyes glued to the screen as a child. It might not be a World Cup semi-final, with all the pomp and pageantry which accompanies that (and thankfully none of the heartache, something Lev hadn’t experienced in his playing career), but it was the Cup of Harmony and the players still wanted to win. They wanted to prove that they were the best of the rest.

They hadn’t been able to do that. Flashes of individual brilliance and intelligent attacking play were undone by four set-piece goals of different stripes at the other end of the pitch. Four fucking set-pieces. You could plan out everything you wanted to do tactically, switch from one formation to another with defensive solidity in mind and you could do all that and still be undone by a towering Græntfjaller powering in a thumping header to end your tournament. Lev had to remind himself that they hadn’t necessarily been expected to get this far, but they had played really well and not looked out of place against Græntfjall. A pair of red cards, a penalty and an injury time concession from a corner felt like the sort of things you could prevent though. For Lev Repin – a regular winner as a player and a manager – it was frustrating. His smile was more due to the sheer absurdity of it all than anything else.

Teams often revert to type when put under stress, whether defending a lead or trying to score a goal and that had clearly happened in this game. For Mytanija it ended up with two players being dismissed. Mojmir Anac’s desperate tackle to prevent Sara Kristofferdóttir from scoring was adjudged to not have been a genuine attempt to play the ball and he was given his marching orders. Amanda Guttisdóttir – a player much admired in Mytanija given the proliferation of Euraleague coverage in recent years – converted the resulting penalty. Branko Brkljacic, a player Repin had introduced to the game to strengthen the midfield, collected two yellows in less than quarter of an hour and joined Anac back in the changing room. Repin would have liked to be a fly on the wall to see Mojmir’s reaction to Branko joining him, he might even have thought that the experienced defensive midfielder couldn’t handle the tension watching from the substitute’s bench rather than what actually transpired.

For Græntfjall this meant scoring the winner in the most primitive and effective fashion. All of Lev Repin’s tactical work on shape and movement in both the defensive and attacking phases undone by a corner. The Big Fucking Græntfjallers had moved away from that tag a little in recent years, but this was an aerial raid which could have made the Euran bombing of Trunca during the Mytanar Conflict blush. Some pundits in Mytanija looked down upon set-pieces and long balls but coaches were never afraid of underlining their importance at both ends of the pitch. After all, they were a crucial part of the sport and teams had to play in the way that they thought would win matches. The Græntfjallers might have moved towards some more diminutive, technical footballers but they reverted to type when they needed it most and big Hjörleifur Reynarsson outmuscled and outjumped Dino Racic to score the winner. Racic had complained about having his shirt pulled, but Repin knew his team could hardly complain about that sort of thing. Mytanars were some of the most streetwise when it came to bending the laws of the game.

Repin would have a job on his hands to pick his players up emotionally following an exit in that manner, but also literally in some cases. Many players had sunk to the turf and hadn’t yet stood back up, drained by the exertion of the match. Some were being consoled by particularly sporting Græntfjallers, others did their best impressions of a thousand yard stare as they tried to block out those that were celebrating out on the pitch. Repin began to walk around, clapping them on their shoulders. The defeat would do the younger players no harm, they’d hopefully comeback hungrier for the Copa Rushmori and for the next qualification campaign. For the ones with more experience this was their third semi-final defeat at a tournament following the ones they had experienced at Copa Rushmoris 32 and 36. He would have to ensure it didn’t become a greater complex among these players, an insurmountable challenge in their minds. They had won stuff for their clubs and some as youth internationals.

Jasno Odonelec was already there to drag the likes of Kemal Gajic and Itzhar Yvjoev to their feet. The younger players needed the captain’s arm around them at this time. Lev Repin knew they had one more game to go. They would be heading back to Græntfjall for the third-place play-off. The emotions were still raw here, but he would have to get the players up for that. Finishing third in the Cup of Harmony wasn’t the biggest achievement, but it would still demonstrate how quickly Mytanija were improving. They had been unranked at the start of World Cup 87 qualifying and now they were pushing for a top fifty ranking and had a chance at a bronze medal in the Cup of Harmony. It wasn’t a meaningless game. Repin wanted more though, he didn’t want to hear the foreign commentary about how Ana Mecava-Catic, Enesa Handanovic and Lev Repin’s boys took one hell of a beating in a semi-final. He had to make this defeat the start of a real period of success. That was his next challenge as national team manager.

Starting line-up against Darmen:: Kasun; Savicevic, Jernejec, Racic; Vukovic, J. Odonelec, Kupresak, P. Odonelec; Gavrilovic, Ocokoljic, Gajic
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Postby Krytenia » Thu Jun 24, 2021 2:45 pm

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Follow That Eel!
By Rami Niblick in Emberton

IF someone was to ask you "which past tournament would have the most relevance come World Cup 88", chances are your answer wouldn't be "the second Baptism of Fire". And yet, here we are. Last night, Turori finally ascended to the mountaintop, defeating a...oh, let's go with "experienced and enthusiastic"...Holy Empire team in a pulsating World Cup final. It means the Eels join the chosen few; those who have lifted all three WCC-sanctioned trophies - the first of those being the aforementioned Baptism of Fire II.

Krytenia, as you may know, were also there...and in Turori's group, no less. A one-all draw in Rejistania was a fair result (the following nil-nil against Morriganavia less so, though perhaps the better part of three centuries is perhaps a mite too long to hold a grudge, even if the offside call was blatantly wrong...but I digress). Though the men in sky blue were eliminated - albeit without losing a game, drawing all three when four points were required (seriously, Roger Celsen was never offside) - that first meeting between the two sides set the tone for a long-standing but friendly rivalry that survives to this day. That friendly sentiment was reinforced in their meetings in this World Cup's qualifying campaign, with the match in Bromham played in good spirits and with a nostalgic nod to the fixture's history even in the face of political upheaval. The return fixture, meanwhile, saw a run-out for the Turori Cocoabo team, and who doesn't love Cocoabo playing football?

Unsurprisingly, the KFA were among the first to congratulate the Eels on their victory, and it's a sentiment that we at the Cy'un share. It has been a long and bumpy road to get to the top, and we wouldn't even think of begrudging that to anyone who can pull off wearing that shade of brown.

All of this brings us to the here and now; tonight's Cup of Harmony final against Græntfjall. Turori has laid down the silverware gauntlet, and it is now time for the Dragons to rise to the challenge. After all, we can't let Nigel - or GOOFI - have all the fun. Krytenia, of course, have played in - and won - a Cup of Harmony in the not too distant past. Eight years ago, in fact; recent enough that several of the current squad have the chance to do what none of their predecessors have managed, namely claiming a second winner's medal. Those names include Nate Ellis' favourite person in the world, Neil Smith, and talismanic striker Alun Belmwr. This opportunity, though, is extra special. It's one thing to win a trophy on some far-flung shore; it's quite another to do it in front of your own fans. The Isserson will be packed to the rafters, a rippling sea of sky blue courtesy of Krytenian fans' uncanny knack for getting their hands on tickets usually allocated to neutrals. (That, or their willingness to pay touts through the nose. Possibly both.)

The expectation of a nation will be upon them. The hopes of the nation will be behind them. Græntfjall are, of course, no slouches themselves, and will almost certainly take advantage of any slip-ups and exploit any signs of weakness. The Dragons will need to be absolutely faultless tonight. If the stars align, and they can pull off that feat, then they will surely join the Eels at the end of the rainbow. Onward!

Team to face Græntfjall: Wilson; Lispalle, Okano (c), Sinton, Cameronesi; Selhurst, Snelders, Reeder; Montalban, Belmwr, Smith.
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Postby Graintfjall » Thu Jun 24, 2021 3:00 pm

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3PPO cutoff

3PPO result

Mytanija 1–1 Darmen (2–1 AET)
GT Estadio Fútbol De Musarañas De Oro, Háttmark



Goal of the tournament competition

Thanks to everyone who participated and voted. We had a good turnout and 8 of the 11 received at least 1 vote, but there was a clear winner, with over 40% of the vote:

Kemal Gajic (Mytanija v TJUN-ia)
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Solo: IBC30, WCoH42, HWC25, U18WC16, CoH85, WJHC20
Co-host: CR36, BoF74, CoH80, BoF77, WC91
Champions: BoF73, CoH80, U18WC15, DBC52, WC91, CR41, VWE15, HWC27, EC15
Co-champions of the first and second Elephant Chess Cups with Bollonich
Runners-up: DBC49, EC10, HWC25, CR42
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Postby Chromatika » Thu Jun 24, 2021 3:02 pm

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It is my distinct honor to score this Final of the 80th Cup of Harmony. Let's do it!

CUP OF HARMONY 80 FINAL

Krytenia 1-3 Græntfjall
Isserson Olympic Stadium, Emberton, Krytenia


Congratulations to the Champions, commiserations to the runners-up, and thank you hosts for a wonderful tournament.
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Champion: WBC 52, NSCF 24, 26, 28, and CoH 82
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Postby Graintfjall » Tue Jun 29, 2021 1:12 pm

Krytenia – 1 (0)
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Græntfjall – 3 (2)
B. Ernestisson; T. Ernestisson Image (21’), Bensson, Reynarsson, Vilbertsdóttir; Hólmarsdóttir Image (61’ Miansdóttir Image), Álvgeirsdóttir Image (75’ Harrysson Image), Guttisdóttir Image (90+2’), Kristofferdóttir Image (30’); Dannysdóttir Image (81’), Wolfgangsdóttir Image (9’) Image (61’ Bergmundursson Image)

In the final of the 73rd Baptism of Fire in Carloburgo, Valladares, the Snow Wolves won 3–1 over Tioguldós to claim their first major silverware. Now, in the final of the 80th Cup of Harmony in Emberton, Krytenia, they took home another trophy, again 3–1. Yet the contrast between the two games proved instructive in their progress over the four intervening years. It was a team of ageing BFGs that lumbered to the win in Valladares and Chromatika, an all-male squad with an average age over 30 prompting jibes of ‘Snow Wolves’; in the end, it was young striker Jason Þórhallursson, flown in at last minute from the Olympics, who rescued them from 1–0 down with a hat-trick. Hrærekur Jvarsson, stalwart Steinaux box-to-box man, had emerged as the team’s MVP, while center backs Ralf Álfarsson and Vilbjörn Hjörleifursson led the team with towering performances at the back (literally, in the sense that towers are giant piles of rock that never move).

Fast forward four years and the average of the starters was an impressive $DATABASE_ERROR. Þórhallursson was suspended for off-field cause, Jvarsson injured out of the tournament, Álfarsson and Hjörleifursson long retired. A few BFGs still roamed the pitch, but Hjörleifur Reynarsson showed the more rounded touch of a new generation capable of, perhaps, moving an inch or two with the ball at his feet, or even completing a pass. But most of the attacking impetus came from an all-female front unit, led by four woman only one of whom stands over 5’3” in height: Lilly Wolfgangsdóttir, Sara Kristoffersdóttir, Justiina Dannysdóttir, and Amanda Guttisdóttir. Rather than being entirely at the mercy of Þórhallursson’s mercurial scoring touch, goals came from across the team: Wolfgangsdóttir opened the scoring with a cheeky interception, defender Tom Ernestisson powered in a header for a 2–0 half-time lead, and after things tightened following a Cande Montalban rocket, Guttisdóttir finished things off in the 2nd minute of injury time with a sublime curl from just outside the box to cap her wonderful tournament.

Igrene Cantor has, at the first time of asking, led her team to glory* [by statute, all mentions of “glory” in relation to the Cup of Harmony tournament must be asterisked], though she was quick in post-match remarks to reflect on the progress under her predecessor Kang Guilin, with whom KG parted ways following the failure to qualify for World Cup 88. It was fitting that Guttisdóttir, a player who significantly improved under his management, was there at the end with the winning moment. And that the trophy was hoisted by Emeli Vilbertsdóttir, in whom Kang kept faith despite her off-field issues during an earlier Cup of Harmony. Credit, too, to Tequiloan Sopo Chacuzca, who as under-21 NT manager has seen through the development of Natasja Hólmarsdóttir and Johanna Álvgeirsdóttir, both of whom played important roles in the tournament and started in the final, and Sara Kristoffersdóttir, who has significantly improved in maturity from the impetuous “brat” once deemed unselectable.

There were bittersweet moments to the victory. Injuries meant Elektra Lúthersdóttir and Álfar Ásvaldursson watched from the sidelines, as did the suspended Eiríka Jonathansdóttir, while Jvarsson – who has led the team on his broad shoulders for the last two years before resigning the captaincy ahead of this tournament – was already back home. Who knows if he will play again in blue-and-white. Few, too, will have failed to notice Kristoffersdóttir defiantly donning a ‘Þórhallursson’ jersey during the post-match celebrations. The Snow Wolves’ progress through the tournament began by being a 4–0 thrashing at the hands of Barunia, all but ensuring they would play their knockout games on Krytenian soil rather than the eagerly anticipated home fixtures, and continuing their poor record in home tournaments. Vilbertsdóttir admitted, with a note of black humor, that she hoped this would be a trophy the Snow Wolves would not have a chance to defend at the next Cup of Harmony.

But while World Cup qualification clearly remains fixed as the main objective under Cantor, the first port of call will be the Copa Rushmori, a tournament in which the team have – three times in a row – failed to progress past the Round of 16. And three times in a row, done so at the hands (or feet) of Nephara, whence their new coach hails. It may be in a tournament they begin without the services of Jvarsson, and in which Wolfgangsdóttir finds that scoring in quarter-, semi- and final of the Cup of Harmony was not enough to retain her place over the returning Þórhallursson – if he has not found some newly dramatic means of ruling himself out of contention by then. It will certainly be one keenly awaited by fans hoping that the forward progress of the past four years continues on.
Solo: IBC30, WCoH42, HWC25, U18WC16, CoH85, WJHC20
Co-host: CR36, BoF74, CoH80, BoF77, WC91
Champions: BoF73, CoH80, U18WC15, DBC52, WC91, CR41, VWE15, HWC27, EC15
Co-champions of the first and second Elephant Chess Cups with Bollonich
Runners-up: DBC49, EC10, HWC25, CR42
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