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Postby Cabo Azure » Fri Nov 19, 2021 6:50 pm

Cabo Azure 3-0 Takeshwar

No  Pos. Name 
GK Antunes
LB Branco
RB de Lima (off 74')
CB Mendes
CB Moniz
RM Ferreira
LM Serra
CM Alves (goal 81')
CF Montenegro (C)
LW Silveira (goal 51')
RW Gouveia (off 67')

RW Carriço (on 67', goal 78')
RB Costa (on 74')
An expected win which created an unexpected result as the Maçaricas take first in group D and secure a much easier path in the knockouts. Doubtless the Græntfjallers deserve better than to crash out in the group stage, but despite scoring four goals in a win over Mytanija, the Snow Wolves fell short on head to head. Takeshwar, for their part, showed no more fight than they did in either of the other two matchdays, providing an easy win for Cabo Azure to continue its surprising domination of the group.

With that said, this match wasn't a guaranteed win from the getgo. Indeed, the first half looked almost perilous as the Maçaricas failed to get any traction on offense. One singular offender was young Vasco Gouveia, who earned his start with a decisive performance in the win against Mytanija, but found himself replaced by Ademar Carriço in the second half, who promptly scored the game's second goal. Gouveia disappeared for long stretches of the first half, leaving Montenegro stranded and out of ideas, a cardinal sin in Azurean football.

The Azureans will next play San Ortelio, who have scraped out a second-place finish in a weak group. I Spadi are the more experienced side, having made their debut in Copa Rushmori 36, but a milquetoeast performance in the group stage does not bode well for a knockout match against the winners of a group like Group D. The winner of the Copa Azure-San Ortelio match will go on to face the winner between Astograth and Southwest Eastnorth in the quarterfinals

O Interregno pt 3 "The Resistance"
Opposition to the Transition Council originated as opposition to King Reinaldo II, while he was still Prince Reinaldo in the months that preceded his father’s death. Two distinct groups met in secret and monitored the ailing king’s health closely for any signs of when his unpopular son might take the throne. The two factions are retroactively dubbed “republicans” and “royalists”, so called because of their opposition to and support for the continued rule of the royal family, but the kingdom versus republic divide only scratches the surface of the issues that divided the Azurean opposition in those days. As one historian put it, “everyone could agree that Reinaldo II needed to be replaced, but no one could agree who or what should replace him.”

At the heart of the matter was the fact that Cabo Azure had, up to that point, successfully resisted globalization. With the exception of a few royally-chartered companies in Sao Simone purchasing specialty goods from overseas, the majority of goods consumed in Cabo Azure in the first half of the twentieth century were homegrown, from foodstuffs to textiles and hand tools. The dawning age of electronics cast serious doubt on the Azurean manufacturing sector’s capacity to keep up (no Azurean firm ever produced a television, for instance, and most radios were imported) and led many to petition the ailing King Reinaldo I to expand import licenses.

The royalists were by and large in favor of maintaining the tight controls that the government had always had over the Azurean economy, fearful that an influx of cheaper goods from elsewhere in Rushmore would undercut Azurean producers and hollow out the economy. The republicans, by contrast, believed an increase in competition and a reduction in consumer prices would benefit the Azurean people by lowering the cost of living on the islands. Historical data shows both sides were right; dozens of Azurean companies shuttered or sold out to foreign investment in sectors that were liberalized, while consumer prices in those sectors dropped significantly, leading to the ubiquity of what had previously been luxury goods, such as televisions and microwave ovens.

There was common ground between the factions, especially where the royal family was concerned; both sides agreed that sending young Princess Abigail to boarding school in Cassadaigua was to everyone’s benefit, and staunch royalists and republicans worked together to make the necessary connections for the transaction. In fact, Abby was a darling of both sides of the aisle, with moderate republicans seeing the face of a new, progressive constitutional monarchy, while royalists believed Abby had the necessary attributes to continue the royal tradition.

While the details of the 1974 assassination attempt on King Reinaldo II are obscure, it is widely believed the royalist faction was behind it, based mostly on the fact that the plotters moved shortly after Princess Abigail returned to Cassadaigua from holiday. Contemporary media paints the plotters as a patriotic opposition, loyal to their country over their king, who sought to end what was sometimes dubbed his “reign of terror”. Regardless, it had the opposite effect, as it rallied popular support to Reinaldo and allowed him to set aside the marriage of his father to Abby’s mother, effectively disinheriting Abby.

The coup of 1979, by contrast, is thought to have been orchestrated by the republicans, with significant support from the nouveau-riche who would go on to form the Gang of Seven. The “republican” label covers a broad ideological base, from socialists to neoliberals, but all managed to cooperate well enough to effect the coup before fracturing.
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WINNING THE PEACE -- SECURING KITARA'S FUTURE
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THE SITUATION
Militarily, our forces - in conjunction with a leashed KRF - have achieved all but total victory. TF MEGAERA has pinned down the DFLK, TFs ALECTO and TISIPHONE encircle the more dispersed KFF forces. While victory is ours, a serious push on the entrenched positions at Port Viljan - exacerbated by the need for amphibious assault - and Inhalo would incur serious casualties. That said, victory would be attainable and likely inevitable, just at cost. It is broadly agreed between all branches that Nepharan interests would be best served by a decisive peace, and taking strong action to ensure that.

DEALING WITH ...
The DFLK

The DFLK have been pushed off the mainland, out of Karora and back to their own shores. Their likely collaboration with their backers in Græntfjall has not resulted in positive outcomes; all in all their campaign has failed on every level. However, their continued existence is a cause of tension within the nation, and it is undeniable that a subset of civilians do believe in their values. Morally, they are also far less execrable than the KFF. However, they demonstrably command little love or loyalty on the mainland, as could be seen in Karora. If they see that, it is possible that their demands may actually simplify the situation in the mainland while being something we can live with; if they wish to retain a stake in a united Nyowani Kitara, that may prove more difficult.

The DFLK also have a very legitimate grievance surrounding Gustav Isaksson; Corvistone's position on Isaksson remains that he is a dangerous renegade, that we condone none of his actions and accept the fair trial in Græntfjall, which may have softened both the DFLK and Hattmark disposition towards us. Putting key DFLK stockbrokers in a room in Hattmark and quickly giving them everything they want - provided their demands are modest - will give us the best opportunity of putting pressure on the KFF.

Bargaining chips ... option of secession or running in elections, political amnesty, cautious re-integration to office (though not military), talks hosted in Græntfjall
Our own demands ... no DFLK presence on mainland (if seceding), a lasting peace


The KFF
Make no mistake, the only 'freedom' the Kitara Freedom Front are interested is Malik's freedom to ascend the throne, and the only free elections they will want are one Malik can win. They have been utterly crushed in the southeast and are pinned down in the southwest, but it is clear they do command some loyalty in the region. If not the KFF themselves, it's imperative the locals of those regions are presented with some form of viable alternative in the elections.

Unlike the DFLK, their concerns are not so easily regionalised; there is no viable secession option, as keeping ahold of even Inhalo would surely result in near-permanent future friction, even leaving aside the fact Malik would almost certainly declare himself some form of God-Emperor as has been his intent from the start, no matter what he tells his sponsors in Busukuma. Therefore it is imperative we put the KFF into a position where they can see that amnesty and exile are the best they can hope for, and the pipe dream of election for one of Malik's cronies.

Bargaining chips ... free elections, political amnesty, some degree of local governance
Our own demands ... exile for Malik, no official presence remaining on the mainland (save electable catspaw)


The KPWC
Our strange bedfellows over the past years, it would be a mistake to put down our guard now. They owe their lives to us, yet we must not surrender to complacency. An important detail is the fact that the peace we advocate for them will likely not actually appeal to the more hawkish elements much, and for the most part it is the hawks who hold the influence.

Therefore we must take care to advance our arguments well, and make clear to them that what they get is a natural consequence of the Faustian compact that allowed them to win the war in the first place. The KPWC sweeping the board and getting what they wanted was never an option. Nevertheless, it will be impossible to deny them a seat at the negotiation table, and we must ensure the terms are palatable to them, as it will be impossible to secure an election without their support. We must at all times make clear to them that they - or a candidate amenable to them - will win the election, whether or not this is the case.

Bargaining chips ... Akongo to remain President, KPWC to run, election conditions favourable to KPWC
Our own demands ... free elections, Malik lives, ceasefire to be honoured, no assault on Inhalo or Port Viljan


OTHER NATIONS
Eura
have emerged from the crisis having played a more pivotal role than intended or expected, and have grown understandably weary of the conflict. This has not been the unifying experience that the Endemian War was. Investing in Euran solutions to our own logistical crises may kill several birds with one stone; improving relationships by making us more independent as a regional force, as well as by lining pockets in Bastion. While our relationship on the whole remains excellent, Eura are by a distance our most important partner and taking a proactive role in keeping that way is crucial to our future.
Yuezhou is a quagmire that holds few opportunities and myriad risks. One is enough. While we have nominally fought on the same side as the PF and in opposition to the UR, no gain can be had by taking a more proactive stance in that conflict, and we should continue to wait and see who winds up on top.
Græntfjall have not officially taken action in the conflict, but it is clear that the sympathies of many in the nation lie with the DFLK and squarely in opposition to President Akongo. PM Juliusson could use a win, and helping him secure one by hosting peace talks in Hattmark may salve our relations.
Banija have doubtless soured on Corvistone as a result of this conflict, our mutually bullish stance leading to more direct conflicts than hoped. Our willingness to see to the freedom of their stranded pilots has hopefully assuaged their anger somewhat, but it is fair to say our relationship is at an all-time low. In all candour, though Banija are a regional power of similar size and influence, we have greater priorities than returning to pre-war relations. They have more to gain by ceding ground to meet us, not for the sake of appeasing Corvistone directly but as a byproduct of appeasing Bastion. Provided we are true and honest in negotiations, embassies should remain staffed and trade remain without punitive sanctions or tariffs.
The Esportivan Union have come out as a bloc to vocally condemn all conflict in the region, and doubtless see Corvistone as prolonging the suffering of all. While they misjudge us and our effect - allowing Akongo to fall would have lead to war covering the entire country, rather than being stopped well outside Dewayo - a show of our good intentions, even a symbolic one, may help appease them. And in turn it may help assuage any CRC fears that interregional relationships have been damaged. Again, for the sake of our interests it is enough that trade remains undamaged.

LOOKING FORWARD
We are optimistic that Nafuna Akongo will quickly grow to appreciate her position, and our role in securing that position for her, the KPWC, and the nation that on some level she does love. Provided we achieve our goals, we see no reason to believe we cannot productively work with her long-term and ultimately leave the nation under her custodianship as President.

Obviously, every word of the above is a lie.

Nafuna Akongo is an immense liability to the cause of continued peace in the nation. It is likely that we will need to placate her with promises of personal power - e. g. a title of 'President for life' - and it is likely she will take the opportunity to use that power to advance her own cause at the expense of her nation. Her presence is a short-term stabiliser, her incumbency our major claim to legitimacy, rendering her untouchable for the near future. However, if we retain a strike-capable presence within the region over the next three to five years (as is likely), it may be worth considering if her suffering a tragic accident might not be expedient for the future of Nyowani Kitara.


SUMMARY and RECOMMENDATIONS
Everyone wants peace. We can make use of this opportunity to work with the flagship sympathetic nations to each rebel faction. The rebels should not be permitted to work together, but rather divided and conquered - almost in 'game theory' fashion. To that end, we recommend getting the DFLK quickly to the peace table, more readily making concessions with them as their desires are more regionalised. They also pose a less existential threat to NYK. As soon as we have a deal with the DFLK, the KFF lose leverage as they will now be arrayed against the full force of the Nepharan expedition.

It has been a long, hard fight, but provided we play our cards right and act decisively and ruthlessly in negotiation, we can achieve our goals.
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Postby Mytanija » Sat Nov 20, 2021 8:45 am

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GRÆNTFJALL WIN THE BATTLE, MYTANIJA WIN THE WAR
HOOPS QUALIFY DESPITE DEFEAT; DEFENSIVE ISSUES WORRY LEV REPIN


by Nevenka Planinc

GRÆNTFJALL 4-3 MYTANIJA
GRF: Auðunsdóttir 26’, 43’; Reynarsson 63’, Jokulsson 70’
MYT: J. Ocokoljic 14’, J. Odonelec 51’ (pen.), Mbala-Ekakia 86’

GRF: 12. Hárlaugsdóttir; 2. Lúthersdóttir, 5. Jokulsson (sub. Gunnþórsson 74’), 4. Reynarsson (c), 3. Vilbertsdóttir; 19. Ásvaldursson; 18. Grímólfursson, 8. Guttisdóttir (sub. Finnvarðsdóttir 74’), 7. Kristoffersdóttir; 11. Jonathansdóttir (sub. Þórhallursson 66’), 20. Auðunsdóttir

MYT: 1. Besak; 3. Savicevic, 4. Mbala-Ekakia, 5. Racic (sub. Kovacevic 71’); 2. Milcic, 7. Hrdaljko (sub. Ajanovic 60’), 8. Smajic (sub. D. Ocokoljic 60’), 6. P. Odonelec; 10. J. Odonelec (c); 9. J. Ocokoljic, 11. Gannot


Græntfjall continued their strong record against Mytanija with a hard-fought 4-3 victory at the Estadio Nacional in El Castillo. Lara Auðunsdóttir helped herself to a well-taken first-half brace before a goal apiece for the Snow Wolves’ towering central defenders Hjörleifur Reynarsson and Stefan Jokulsson put the game beyond the Hoops. Mytanija struggled with Græntfjall’s aerial prowess at times – a common theme of games between these two teams – eventually resulting in Lev Repin withdrawing Dino Racic once again as the Libertas Bergheim defender continued his recent poor form. Amar Kovacevic’s introduction seemed to stem the flow of headed chances, the Ituraitz man offers a much stronger aerial presence than Racic and although it prevented Græntfjall from targeting Mytanija at the back post the substitution seemed to come a little too late to affect the result.

After all the goals which came afterward it was almost easy to forget that Jezdimir Ocokoljic broke the Mytanar national team goal scoring record with the game’s opener. It’s probably not exactly how the Energija Chernovets forward wanted to break Robin Hjik’s long-standing record but it’s still an outstanding achievement nevertheless. Damien Gannot set Ocokoljic up with a pass which split Reynarsson and Jokulsson and Ocokoljic did what he does best, sliding the ball underneath Gabríella Hárlaugsdóttir and roaring away in celebration.

“It’s obviously something I’m really proud of,” Ocokoljic told reporters. “But I’m disappointed we lost the game. We seem to struggle against Græntfjall and it would have been nice to get one over them and top the group. We couldn’t quite get things back level in the end, but I suppose we have to look on the bright side and be happy we’ve qualified from the group. The gaffer will have us working hard before the last sixteen match to try and ensure we improve because the standards should only ramp up from here.”

Lara Auðunsdóttir seemed to take Ocokoljic’s opener personally, lashing home an equaliser just over ten minutes later after a well-worked passage of play and then putting her country ahead with a combination of her knee and chest. It was rather fortuitous, a devilish cross from the perpetually playmaking Amanda Guttisdóttir was not dealt with effectively by three Mytanar defenders and as Grigorij Savicevic tried to hook the ball clear – falling on his backside in the process – he could only send it crashing into Auðunsdóttir’s knee. The ball bounced up and onto her chest with the momentum carrying it past the stranded Semir Besak and into the Mytanar net from around five yards out. Sometimes in football the best skill to have is being in the right place at the right time and some strikers know how to do that better than most, Auðunsdóttir is one of them.

After half-time Mytanija started well and managed to get things back level as Patrik Odonelec won a penalty from Emeli Vilbertsdóttir. Replays demonstrated that it was a rather questionable decision with barely any contact between the pair, Patrik Odonelec making the most of the situation and tricking the referee into a contentious decision. His cousin Jasno Odonelec stepped up to take the penalty and tucked it away with aplomb, any concerns about the dubious nature of the penalty clearly not affecting his ability to put it in the net. Græntfjall were rightly furious with the decision, but they did exceptionally well to refocus thereafter.

One captain showed just why he had the armband and then the other decided to demonstrate why he has the responsibility, Hjörleifur Reynarsson rising above Dino Racic to redirect Amanda Guttisdóttir’s delicious cross into the net. Reynarsson seems to relish playing Mytanija, scoring the winner in the Cup of Harmony 80 semi-final in the 93rd minute of play. His goal here didn’t come quite as late but it did put his team ahead once again. Up until that point Mytanija had probably enjoyed the better of the second period, but the introduction of Sefir Ajanovic and Dusko Ocokoljic in the centre of midfield combined with Reynarsson’s timely intervention seemed to disrupt the flow of the game for those in hooped shirts. Græntfjall were only too pleased to exploit that and they did so with another headed goal, this time Stefan Jokulsson powering the ball beyond Semir Besak who seemed exasperated at the lack of protection he has received in the last two games.

Kovacevic’s introduction for Racic helped a little but it came a bit late and despite Bigger Mbala-Ekakia’s goal there was no heroic comeback for Mytanija, Græntfjall were deserved winners for the second time in one day following their basketball team’s victory at the IBC. In the grand scheme of things this win meant little, the scale of the head-to-head goal difference the Snow Wolves had to make up was just too much and Mytanija were relatively safe in qualifying second even with a one-goal defeat. It made for a good game, Græntfjall had to throw caution to the wind somewhat because they needed either a big win with a lot of goals or a lot of luck to send them through and that gung-ho approach resulted in a thrilling spectacle. It wasn’t something that Lev Repin was particularly pleased with from a tactical standpoint though:

“We’ve struggled against this opposition from set-pieces and crosses in the past and it’s something we tried to look at in the run-up to this game and it’s evidently had very little effect. We have to credit Græntfjall for being so consistently strong in this area, Amanda Guttisdóttir is one of the best crossers of the ball in the multiverse at the moment and that always makes them a threat with the physical presence some of their players provide. But we also have to have a look at our own methods of trying to counteract that and I think there’s a fair bit of blame to go on me and my coaching staff for not getting it tactically right and perhaps for not selecting the right players for the task. Our defensive record at this tournament has been worrying, so there is certainly plenty to consider.”

The final comment is likely alluding to the difficult time Dino Racic has had in the last couple of games. Against Cabo Azure he struggled against quick, direct forwards and against Græntfjall he struggled in the air (a more common weakness for him). It could just be a poor run of form but there may be some concerns that opponents are finding a way to cause him problems. He’s been fantastic since moving to Savojarna and his career in Mytanija never really had a run of form like this so there will be hope that he can come through it but given how tournament games can be decided in a split-second you have to expect that Lev Repin might leave him out of the next game lest his poor form play a part in sending Mytanija home.

Sargossa will be the opposition there and they are buoyant off the back of a Copa Rushmori win on Mytanar soil; a fourth place finish at the Cup of Harmony; and topping Group C unbeaten here in Hispinas. It is a rivalry in which Mytanija felt like they were gaining the upper-hand. The last three meetings between the team finished 5-4, 3-3 and 6-3, two wins and a draw representing a strong record for Mytanija given that they went into those games as the underdog. The Olympics might only have seemed to strengthen this feeling of Mytanar ascendancy in this particular sporting rivalry with Sargossa struggling as Mytanija raked the medals in, but their Copa Rushmori triumph remains in the back of minds and rather punctured any positive feelings among Mytanars. In some regions of Mytanija there is still a good deal of ill will towards the Sargossans for their part in the Mytanar Conflict, it makes meetings between the two nations in the sporting arena particularly hotly contested affairs.

We live in an ever-changing world, which makes you wonder just how the small but growing Sargossan immigrant community in Mytanija will feel about this encounter. Some are soldiers who never left, others have ended up in Mytanija for work. Some youngsters of Sargossan extraction have begun to come through the academy ranks of local teams, with the likes of Elías Pozo, Lucho Cortés and Nicolás Riesgo understood to be particularly good prospects on the books of Top League clubs. It will be interesting to see who they end up choosing to represent should they ever be good enough to play at international level. Allegiances run deep and the treatment of Sargossans in Mytanija ranges from generally positive in regions like Zentria and Magevskaya to occasional shunning in Thessia and Rauchnya (interestingly given the leftist pro-migrant politics often espoused in those areas compared to the more right-leaning Zentrians and Magevs, though it neatly aligns to which regions supported Kalinina and which didn’t).

Even with all the politics the two teams have a football match to play and you can be sure that both will feel they have a good chance of getting one over one of their biggest rivals. Mytanija will have been disappointed not to top the group but getting the opportunity to play Sargossa in the last sixteen seems like a solid consolation prize. The key is to ensure you use the opportunity well and progress to the next round, learning from defensive mistakes will be crucial in doing that. Lev Repin has a big few days ahead of him where he will have to try and tighten things up at the back with his team.




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A lot has been made of Mytanija’s defensive issues over the last week or so with the Hoops conceding eight goals across their last two group stage matches at the Copa Rushmori. I thought it would be worth putting together a post to try and analyse exactly why a team which has been relatively solid in its three at the back formation has been struggling at the Copa Rushmori. I will however be making a rather large caveat to start in that the Cabo Azure match is almost impossible to analyse fairly and I am not sure how useful any findings from that particular game would be. Mytanija more or less had the game won at half-time, the Hoops were 4-1 up and added a fifth goal before the hour mark. The goals conceded afterwards hardly covered the Mytanar defence in glory but given that they came with the match more or less won I will not be analysing them quite as deeply as I otherwise might, though they will obviously factor into some of my thoughts on this. The last half an hour of that match was incredibly fun with Mytanija disorganised and complacent defensively and in possession; and Cabo Azure going all-out-attack to try and add some respectability to what was at one point a rather embarrassing thrashing (something they did successfully in the end).

The match against Græntfjall is a little bit more instructive given that Mytanija couldn’t really afford to lose by too much and wanted to claim top spot if at all possible. The potential of an easier draw in the last sixteen should have been motivation enough for the Hoops and so it proved with Lev Repin putting out what has seemingly become his first-choice starting line-up over the past couple of years. A defensive trio of Savicevic, Mbala-Ekakia and Racic with Damir Milcic and Patrik Odonelec flanking them and given licence to join attacks wherever possible. Alen Hrdaljko and Mersudin Smajic are tasked with shielding the defence and controlling the pace of the game. Jasno Odonelec operates from a number ten position but is more or less given a free role, something dropping into midfield positions but most often being seen making darting runs in behind the opposition defence beyond Ocokoljic and Gannot. Ocokoljic and Gannot regularly drop deep to shift the opposition defence around and to create spaces for Jasno Odonelec to exploit; and for the wing-backs to make runs into from wide positions.

From a defensive standpoint employing three central defenders and two midfielders whose first instinct is to tidy things up and keep things ticking over rather than bombing forwards should look pretty solid but given that Lev Repin asks his wing-backs to try and get forward to almost form a four or five-pronged attack there is always space to exploit down the sides of the Mytanar defence. Repin has countered that with a high-energy pressing game and instructing his two wide central defenders (most often Savicevic and Racic) to engage opposition players – whether it be wingers or attacking midfielders – high up the pitch, even on the halfway line. Repin doesn’t want the opponent to get near to the Mytanar goal in the first place, particularly not down the sides where there will be space, so this aggressive approach is geared towards stopping that from occurring. Naturally it isn’t 100% fool proof and if you can avoid the press and the twin guard dogs Savicevic and Racic then there will be opportunities or you. The most interesting thing about the Græntfjall game is that they mixed things up and this allowed them to cause Mytanija issues in central areas too, something which is a bit of a rarity given the numbers the Hoops usually have in there. Let’s have a look at what the Snow Wolves did:

MIXED APPROACH GAVE MYTANIJA MULTIPLE PROBLEMS
You might be forgiven for thinking that Græntfjall’s rather narrow formation plays right into Lev Repin’s hands. It was Mytanija’s 3-4-1-2 up against the Snow Wolves’ 4-1-3-2 and both teams want to dominate the same areas of the pitch, but Græntfjall’s slightly unorthodox midfield three with a defensive midfielder behind allowed them to have a spare player up against Hrdaljko and Smajic whilst also retaining some defensive solidity behind should the Hoops break against them. Álfar Ásvaldursson is one of my favourite players at that position at the moment, prepared to sacrifice any thought of creativity for the team and acting as a real destroyer behind more technically proficient players. He could also drop alongside the Græntfjall centre-halves if necessary, giving licence to the full-backs to move forward to provide width (in much the same way that Mytanija’s back three allows Milcic and Patrik Odonelec to do this).

Usually Repin would accept this situation, it is almost (but not quite) player against player, particularly given that his central defenders are asked to bring the ball out from defence into defensive midfield positions. Jasno Odonelec can sometimes drop in alongside Hrdaljko and Smajic to mimic Græntfjall’s midfield trio, too. However, the thing which caused Mytanija problems was Repin’s requirement for his wide central defenders to engage opponents high up the pitch. Græntfjall regularly had a spare player against Hrdaljko and Smajic in midfield this would normally be who Savicevic or Racic were expected to engage. Igrene Cantor’s players – Grímólfursson, Guttisdóttir and Kristoffersdóttir – intelligently lured Hrdaljko and Smajic slightly wider, out of their regimented central midfield positions. This gave the Snow Wolves space in the middle and usually it would be Amanda Guttisdóttir there to exploit it. Racic tried to engage her higher up in the centre of the pitch but this of course left a gaping hole down the right side of the Mytanar defence. Græntfjall scored their first by capitalising on this space, Amanda Guttisdóttir playing a ball around the corner for Emeli Vilbertsdóttir to run onto and the left-back played a great ball across for Lara Auðunsdóttir to turn in.

Repin could be seen scolding Hrdaljko and Smajic for not holding their positions in the middle and instructing Jasno Odonelec to drop to counter the spare player in the middle not long after the equaliser, but once this happened Græntfjall just shifted their approach. Instead of trying to overload the middle and draw players wide they simply just overloaded the wide areas. This time it was on the right-hand side with Elektra Lúthersdóttir drawing Damir Milcic in close before playing a deft ball beyond him for Amanda Guttisdóttir. Hrdaljko tried to shift across to prevent the cross but the Holdenberg City midfielder got a fantastic cross off, between the goalkeeper and penalty spot and despite Savicevic’s best efforts to clear he could only send it against Lara Auðunsdóttir who was well positioned to score. It may have been fortunate but Græntfjall’s top-class mixed tactical approach got them in the position to score the goal. Top teams can score in multiple ways and first the Snow Wolves overloaded central areas to draw Mytanija out of position before shifting the play into the space out wide; and then second they simply put multiple players wide up against the Mytanar wing-back once Repin had tried to encourage his team to maintain their shape centrally. Intelligent and courageous use of attacking full-backs and ball-dominant midfielders can allow teams to play in this way.

EXPLOITING SET-PIECES
Græntfjall have a very tall team. That much should be obvious by now. Lev Repin seems to struggle to organise his team to counter this, though very few teams have found a way to prevent the Snow Wolves from scoring from corners and free-kicks. They are good in the air and they spotted a particular weakness of the Mytanar team in defending set-plays which they exploited twice during this match. It should be an easy fix for Repin and company, video analysis will throw it up straight away, but it may spell trouble for Dino Racic’s place in the team against aerially strong opposition.

Twice in the second-half Græntfjall scored from set-plays. They did this by targeting the smallest of Mytanija’s three central defenders. The Hoops have other aerially strong players apart from Grigorij Savicevic and Bigger Mbala-Ekakia. Mersudin Smajic and Jasno Odonelec immediately spring to mind, but Græntfjall had the advantage of having two central defenders who wouldn’t look out of place on the basketball court as well as Álfar Ásvaldursson and Jason Þórhallursson standing at 193cm/6’4 and Tinni Grímólfursson at 188cm/6’2. They are big and physical and with the delivery Amanda Guttisdóttir can put into the penalty area those sort of targets to aim at become very dangerous. Poor Racic didn’t really have a chance.

The Snow Wolves would regularly have players running to the near post to draw the likes of Savicevic and Mbala-Ekakia there and then have Reynarsson and Jokulsson spin around to the back post where Racic was stationed. This allowed them two bites at the cherry, if the captain missed then Jokulsson might be there to put the ball in. Both enjoyed a significant height advantage over Racic who stands around 182cm/6’. Reynarsson first clambered all over Racic to redirect the deep cross beyond Besak before Jokulsson did the same to make it 4-2. The introduction of the much more aerially proficient Amar Kovacevic stemmed the bleeding but it came a little too late. Trying to defend set-plays conventionally against Græntfjall just doesn’t work.

DINO RACIC’S POOR FORM
It’s hard to be too critical of Racic, he’s been generally excellent for club and country over the past few seasons and he seems to be going through a bit of a difficult patch. However, he was responsible for giving away a penalty against Cabo Azure before being skinned repeatedly by 19 year old Vasco Gouveia and not being strong enough against the youngster for their second and third goals. That led to him being hooked for Kovacevic. He then had something of a rush of blood in trying to engage Amanda Guttisdóttir centrally, leaving too much room down his side of the Mytanar defence for Græntfjall’s first goal before being targeted in the air for their third and fourth goals.

Some of that isn’t Racic’s fault. He can’t do much about his height, after all, and perhaps Lev Repin could have better prepared the team to defend set-pieces against that opposition. Engaging centrally is only meant to happen high up the pitch, far away from Mytanija’s goal, however. That was poor decision-making from Racic and perhaps indicates a player who is low on confidence and almost trying to do a little too much. It will be interesting to see if Repin perseveres with him against Sargossa, withdrawing him from the team could dent his confidence even further but Repin also has a duty to pick the side which gives Mytanija the best chance of winning the game. Unfortunately for Racic it couldn’t get much more high-stakes than a knockout tie against Sargossa. You have to imagine Repin will plump for someone else in such an important match.




Let's take a look at Gazeta Mytanija's lead story:

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PREMIER SLAMS GOJKOVIC PERO ARTICLE
MECAVA-CATIC CLAIMS NEW MNK LEADER IS ‘TRYING TO STOKE TENSIONS FOR POLITICAL GAIN’


by Avdotia Dzotsoeva

Premier Mecava-Catic claimed that new MNK leader Krsto Gojkovic is ‘trying to stoke tensions for political gain’ following his controversial article in right-wing newspaper Pero which argued that foreign-born players and players of foreign heritage should not be representing Mytanija on the football pitch. Mecava-Catic was particularly incensed by the assertion that Mytanija and Atletik Thessia central defender Bigger Mbala-Ekakia ‘doesn’t even look Mytanar’, describing it as ‘plainly racist’ and ‘an attempt to delineate Mytanar citizenship by skin colour’. Krsto Gojkovic dismissed the Premier’s comments as ‘typical sensationalist leftist nonsense and faux outrage’.

The new MNK leader has tried to make a clear break with his party’s past over the past few months, presenting himself as the face of a party which is fully ready to accept the new reality of Mytanija and Mytanar unity, but you expect that the Premier’s comments – as well as Bigger Mbala-Ekakia’s personal intervention – will do little to help his cause. Mbala-Ekakia commented on the online version of the Pero article with his social media account saying that the ‘MNK want to take us back to [the] days of Kalinina as always’ following it up with the hashtag ‘#racist’. The Mytanija and Atletik Thessia central defender has become something of a poster-boy for a new multicultural post-Conflict Mytanija over the past few years and you can’t imagine his comments about the footballer will do much for Gojkovic and the MNK’s reputation amongst young people.

Mecava-Catic was also typically excoriating of her political rivals:

“This demonstrates that the MNK has not learned the lessons of the past. Instead of claiming that the many regional identities which make up our Mytanar national identity are incompatible they are now shifting towards saying that the children of Mytanars in other countries and the children of immigrants born in Mytanija are incompatible with Mytanar national identity. They are trying to stoke tensions for political gain. Krsto Gojkovic knows what he’s doing and it would be helpful if experienced members of their party – the likes of Radovan Stefanovic – came out to condemn the ideas Gojkovic is espousing. We can all see where he wants to take the MNK and it is important that it is stopped before we go backwards in this country, nobody wants to return to the days of certain groups being targeted just because of their ethnicity, religion or culture.”

Gojkovic is much younger than the outgoing Radovan Stefanovic and represents a new strand of thinking on the right of Mytanar politics. He is less preoccupied with the prospect of Mytanija’s regional identities becoming too homogenous, unopposed to Mytanar unity and accepts the relevance of some left-wing economic analyses from thinkers like Alex Util. Gojkovic posits that immigration is a major component in economic growth without inflation, providing a continuous flow of cheap labour which in turn drives down wages for Mytanar workers. He also believes that unfettered capitalism can dismiss traditional structures like the family in order to impose the rule of the market.

MNK old-timers don’t particularly like Gojkovic’s thinking on economics and some believe that he is weak on defending regional identities, straying too close to accepting the gains the left have made on Mytanar unity. Gojkovic doesn’t particularly care for their opinions either, standing for MNK leader as an outsider candidate, someone who could overhaul how the MNK operates and change it into a party which actually addresses the concerns of right-leaning voters in Mytanija rather than trying to re-establish a Zentrian hegemony which Gojkovic regards as doing ‘very little to improve the lives of ordinary people’.

Some believe that Gojkovic could pose Mecava-Catic’s coalition government problems if they can keep apparent gaffes like this Pero article to a minimum. A shift to the left on economic issues could limit Mecava-Catic’s advantage in that area, whilst a focus on how immigration worsens economic outcomes for Mytanars could potentially persuade some voters – young and old – that the Jedinstvo-Ekologija coalition have been a little naïve in that area. Gojkovic has also tried to redefine the argument, accepting that Mytanar unity is popular among young people but claiming that immigration is diluting and endangering this newly united Mytanar national identity and culture.

It remains to be seen if young people can be persuaded and if older voters can be convinced to cast aside their regional attachments for unity and a new focus on the purported ills of immigration rather age-old Zentrian-Thessian enmity and other regional tensions. Gojkovic’s leadership certainly represents a break with MNK tradition though and many of those on the left of Mytanar politics don’t seem entirely sure about how they should combat it just yet.
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Federal Republic of Mytannion

Capital: Esca
Population: c. 49,600,000
Demonym: Mytanar


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Postby Yue Zhou » Sat Nov 20, 2021 8:53 pm

Despite the rapid progress of recent months, morale in the YPA camp had started low and nosedived further. At first, they had been overwhelmed by the firehose of news coming out of the Xilindao front, where the United Republics' progress seemed blinding. Every hour was a new city fallen, a new defensive position assumed, a new company annihilated. Eventually, the call had been made: Wang Chuan's men would stay and fight for Nafuna Akongo, while the rest of the army would fall back and defend Xihaishi, the last bastion of socialism in Yuezhou, to the death. Things began to slow down after that, and the waterfall of Xilindao's collapse became a slow, impotent trickle. Xihaishi held, but the Republics were closing in. Meanwhile, on the ground, Wang Chuan assisted victory after victory, mirroring what some UR general was doing to his own people. But how could they be anything but hollow when the end of socialism in Yuezhou grew closer by the day, their inferiority on the seas ensuring he was powerless to stop it?

Things came to a head when they agreed to a ceasefire. Brigadier General Wang was with Li Jian, a young colonel forged in Jiangdong and proven in Nyowani Kitara, when he decided what to do next.

"All of Rushmore is on our side," Colonel Li suggested, "the winning side. Surely we can get something in negotiations? Peace, perhaps?"

"They won't want to get bogged down in a land war while negotiating to end another one. Nephara and Eura are on our side in name only."

"What about Nafuna? She already barely wants to negotiate. Surely Ren Qiang can get her to put us in the deal."

Wang was silent for a while. "Ren Qiang made her a promise, not the other way around. She'll do what's best for herself. We don't have the military capacity to be her partners without control over Yuezhou herself. No, once this war ends, we'll either be asylum seekers or dead."

"What if we killed Malik?"

"What?"

"If we can't win in the current negotiation environment, we need to create a new one."

"How the fuck are we getting to Malik? Are you insane?"

"One of the Nepharan commanders, then. And we make it a false flag. Blame the KFF. They won't be able to negotiate then."

"How does that help us? We need to weaken the United Republics, not Nephara."

"We'll say the United Republics infiltrated our ranks, then, and carried the attack out. They can barely tell us apart; you think they'll call us out on that? We have people who will do it for us. I'll make the story ironclad. And we have access through Nafuna - they expect our presence at this point."

Wang Chuan looked outwards, where the rest of the camp was settling down for the night, and sighed. "No, we have a United Republics problem. We need to deal with them directly. Wu Zhongsheng."

"You call me crazy for one shot to a random Nepharan commander, and you want to kill Wu Zhongsheng?"

"There are people we can send," Wang replied quietly. "I'll have to stay at the front, of course. Maybe take the boys to San Ortelio if need be, with Nafuna's permission. No need to arouse suspicion. Why don't you go your way, and I'll go mine."

"You're seriously going to greenlight-"

"This has nothing to do with me. Whoever you choose is a rogue actor for the United Republics, and we have nothing to do with them. If they find your connection, then you are a rogue actor committing treason against Ren Qiang, and I have nothing to do with you. But something needs to be done."

"What happened to us, General?"

"Nothing did. This is simply what we do when our nation's on the line."

MD1: Yuezhou 1 - 0 Darmen
Lineup: Lu; Jiawei, Guo, Zhu, Reeve (Yuan 65); Li Jing, Wan, Wen (Tao 83); Luo, Liu (Zheng 72), Huang
Goals: Liu 17


MD2: República Guanacasteca 3 – 4 Yuezhou
Lineup: Lu; Jiawei, Guo (s/o 33), Zhu, Reeve; Li Jing (Yuan 35), Wan, Wen; Luo, Liu (Ji 80), Huang (Zheng 57)
Goals: Marín 12, Monterroza 35 (p), Ingram 60 // Huang 7, Wen 30, Wan 45+2, Zheng 74


MD3: Yuezhou 1 - 0 Savojarna
Lineup: Lu; Jiawei, Yuan, Zhu, Reeve (Dong 67); Li Jing, Wan, Wen (Tao 61); Luo, Liu (Zheng 80), Huang
Goals: Liu 54


Lineup to play Oberour ar Moro (4-3-3): Lu; Jiawei, Yuan, Zhu, Reeve; Li Jing, Wan, Wen; Luo, Liu, Huang
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The United Republics of Yuezhou (月州联合共和国)
Leader: President Zhuang Weilun
Capital: Nangang • Population: ~35,000,000

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Postby Brookstation » Sat Nov 20, 2021 9:53 pm

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BROOKSTATION QUALIFIES TO THE ROUND OF 16 IN THE COPA RUSHMORI WITH A BANG

by Trent Crimm

Lirio, Hisipinas: Brookstation put up a dominating display to beat Tikariot 4-3 in the final game of the group stage in the 39th edition of the Copa Rushmori on Friday, showing their potency of being in the playoffs.

Moussa Wague (3’ , 41’) and Alexis de la Vega (53’) who were brought in for that particular match didn’t fail to score. Leon Michael Robes, the captain too, did not fail to capitalise from the box when he got the opportunity.

Although Tikariot tried to make it a contest by scoring through Xander Augustinsson(22’) , Parris Langley(70’) and Hamish Stainthorpe(84’) , the end result was not in their favour.

Moussa Wague , the young Brook stole the show by perhaps scoring one of the fastest goals. Wague who is not part of the starting XI of the Brook team was brought into the team following John J Johnson’s injury, found the net from the outside of the box within 3 minutes.

After the first goal, Brookstation suddenly began to struggle. They weren’t able to cope with the retaliation of Tikariot. Stung by the early reversal, TIkariot regrouped and duly found their equalizer at the 22nd minute. Set up brilliantly by Parris Langley, Augustinsson chested the ball down with his first touch and drove it into the goal with his second.

Tikariot’s joy was short lived as Brookstation started an attack at the 25th minute and the attack went on till the ball reached the box where skipper Robes was ready to score and he did, thus giving Brookstation the lead once more. Leon Michael Robes broke Roger Boyd’s record as the highest goal scorer of Brookstation by scoring his 52nd goal in this match.

Three goals before the opening half an hour set the stage afire for an end-to-end action and when Wague slotted the ball in through Viitanen, Brookstation looked well on course for a more less guaranteed qualification by half time.

De la Vega who had a brilliant game scorching the rivals with his searing pace down the flank, joined the party with an absolute stunner soon after the break. Receiving the ball from Robes just outside the box, de la Vega curled it into the far post, away from the wide stretched hands of Viitanen.

Now started, Tikariot’s chase for turning the game. After scoring four goals and having a pretty good control of the game, Brookstation had become over confident of winning the game, forgetting the very fact that Tikariot was one of the best teams in the world. Tikariot started attacks after attacks from the 65th minute. Their continuous attacks found them the net twice but it was too late at this point of the match.
In the 70th minute, Parris Langley scored a goal from the left side of the box when he was assisted with the ball by Augustinsson from the back. By the time they found the net again, the game had almost come to an end. In the 84th minute, Stainthorpe was provided with the ball by Monaghan and he didn't fail to score.

Tikariot had made a lot of effort to turn the outcome of the match but at the end of the day they weren’t able to chase the shadow put up by Brookstation in the first half.

Coach Soham Misra was not particularly satisfied with his team’s performance. “ I am not happy with our team’s performance. It’s good that we have qualified to the round of 16 but that’s literally half of the teams in the tournament. The point is that we need to realize that all our games have yielded unsatisfying results. The first match was an absolute disappointment. The second match was also not good as we managed to bring in a win and lastly in this match, we just managed to put on a lead of one goal. If this is the way we continue to play, things are going to be difficult.” , he said in a press conference.

We are now bound to face Pridnestrovia a corrupt socialist dictatorship. The political idealogies of this country completely oppose those of ours and thus it wouldn’t feel good to see us losing to a country ruled by a dictator and following communist ideologies. Pridnestrovia have played really well in this tournament, winning every single game of the group stage. They started with a 2-1 win over Eura followed by an utter destruction of Kiltoch and finally by blanking Gatchingerrak Union with two goals. Vladislav Vladislavovich Fokin, the 23 year old striker of Pridnestrovia has shown his class in this tournament. This match is not going to be in our favour but maybe with a little bit of luck, we can pull a favourable result.

Brookstation-4
Wague 3' , 41'
Robes 27'
de la Vega 53'

Tikariot-3
Augustinsson 22'
Langley 70'
Stainthorpe 84'





SOUTH CORDOVIAN LIBERAL PARTY LEADERS PROTESTS AGAINST INJUSTICE AGAINST THEM

by John Lacazette

Cosque: With the elections coming forward in South Cordovia, a large number of leaders of the Liberal Party staged a demonstration in front of the Election Commission protesting against its adherent role in ensuing civil polls to be held in the first week of December.

The party members raised slogans against police action and the violence allegedly carried out by the ruling Brook National Party and charged the state administration of directly working for the ruling exemption. The LP leaders made alleged statements against the BNF of not indulging in a free and fair election, thus violating the Constitution.

“ We want assurance from the Election Commission that opposition parties can hold out campaigns as much as the ruling party so that the people get an equal opportunity to cast their votes. We will not stop until the Election Commission assures us that this time the elections are going to be conducted in a fair manner.” said LP leader Caroline Briggs.

She threatened to continue the agitation till the requirements are met and her party members get full security. The LP has already moved a contempt petition to the Courts of Brookstation against the director general of police of South Cordovia for being ‘incompetent’ to manage the election situation. He was alleged of having a biased approach towards the election campaigns.

In a different move, she wrote to the DGP seeking immediate response on the issue to stop violence against her party workers. She said that the party workers were not being allowed to campaign freely and were facing violence from the police. Till date, none of the party members have been provided with security from the district.

However, the BNP has turned down all these accusations and have claimed that elections are being held fairly enough. They claimed that the LP is not a competent party to rule and thus are making such statements to divert the public’s attention.

In a country like Brookstation, where the civil and political rights are not upto the mark, we need to ensure these rights aren’t violated further. Let us hope for a peaceful election in South Cordovia.

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Postby Trans-Dniesters » Sun Nov 21, 2021 2:33 am

“Slava, take Arya and Boris Nikolay’ch and plant some explosives on those tripods.”

“Right away,” Captain Vyacheslav Ilyich Klimov of the Pridnestrovian Airborne Forces nodded, and then he nodded at the other troopers mentioned (Sergeant Arya Vladimirovna Nukova and Sergeant Boris Nikolayevich Sorbariyev) to follow him. The three off them split off from the other group of troopers and made their way towards the corner of the village of Duboynye where three inert alien tripods were parked. Klimov, like most other Pridnestrovians who had been in Ceroat at the time of the first Southern Province Offensive, was painfully aware of the destructive capabilities of the alien tripods, which was why he agreed that taking out those tripods while they were inert and unmanned was important in the course of carrying out their mission to capture the rogue Ceroatian warlord Edwin Chudovsky. Planting the explosives on the tripods while they were inert was the best time for them to do it because otherwise, the tripods had a nigh-impenetrable force field around them that made them impervious to almost everything that the Pridnestrovians and Ceroatians could throw at them. It wasn’t until a new weapon known only as the “microwave disruptor” was brought onto the battlefield that the combined Ceroatian and Pridnestrovian forces were able to recommence their stalled attacks on the Southern Province of Ceroat, which had become the stronghold of the aliens in Ceroat.

Klimov, Sorbariyev, and Nukova had managed to reach the parked tripods without incident. They had managed to plant their explosives on the tripods’ feet and on the first joint of their legs, which appeared to be some of the tripods’ weak spots when the Pridnestrovians were finally able to engage their on a more equal footing, and had gone back to their primary mission of searching for Chudovsky when they literally entered a shed full of enemy soldiers. One look at those soldiers and Klimov knew that they had already been assimilated by the aliens for a long time, as there were signs of visible decomposition on the soldiers’ faces. At that moment, Klimov realized that he and his men had walked right into a trap, and as he and his men were forced to surrender, he closed his eyes and prayed that the assimilation process would be quick and painless.

But he wasn’t assimilated by the aliens, and for that matter, neither Sorbariyev nor Nukova were also assimilated. Instead, the aliens merely took their weapons and then forced the three of them to march out to the crossroads in the middle of the village before making them kneel down on the muddy road. The aliens must have something else planned for them because they had made Klimov and the others kneel before a house, the same house that they had seen Edwin Chudovsky enter before the VDV troopers infiltrated the village, and the same house that Major Kumilyova and the others had entered to search for Chudovsky. And then spotlights opened up on the three captured Pridnestrovians, and the high-value target himself stepped out of the shadows with a megaphone and started to speak to the others still inside the house.

Der’mo!” Sergeant Arya Vladimirovna Nukova exclaimed. “It was a trap! Everything was a fucking trap!”

“That explains why Chudovsky has been able to escape us time and time again,” Sergeant Boris Nikolayevich Sorbariyev said. “The aliens have been helping him escape from our grasp every time! And now the aliens have got us!”

“Tell me something I don’t know, Nikolay’ch,” Klimov said back.

“Now what are we going to do?” Nukova asked him.

We can’t do anything at the moment except hope that those aliens won’t assimilate us and use our bodies against Rina, Ravil, and Ivanich,” Klimov replied. “But they can still do something. I’m sure that as of this moment, Rina is already calling Novy Nish for Option Antioch.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Sorbariyev muttered. “Perfect. An EMP. That’s exactly what we need to get out of here!”

“I could use a little bit less sarcasm, thank you very much, Boris Nikolayevich,” Klimov muttered angrily. “Be thankful that we never discussed Holy Antioch as an actual option.”

“Holy Antioch?” Nukova asked. “Does that mean what I think it means, Slava?”

“If you’re thinking about an actual nuclear attack then yes, that is exactly what Holy Antioch means, Vladimir’na,” Klimov replied.

Der’mo,” Nukova repeated.

At that moment, a familiar voice cried out from inside the house that Chudovsky and the captured Pridnestrovians were facing. Klimov immediately recognized it as the voice of Major Kumilyova. “All right, Chudovsky!” she shouted in slightly accented English. “You got us! We surrender!”

“A wise choice, Pridnestrovian!” Chudovsky said through his megaphone. “Now why don’t you do as I say, and come out of that house with your hands and weapons over your heads?”

“All right, all right, we’ll come out! But on one condition,” Kumilyova shouted back.

“What is this condition that you speak of?” Chudovsky asked,

“We are going to come out and surrender, but only if you do something for us as well,” Kumilyova explained.

“Very well,” Chudovsky shrugged. “As long as this condition of yours is within reason then I will do it. What is your condition then?”

“Answer me this, Chudovsky,” Kumilyova called out. “Why Ceroat? Why did your kind choose to invade Ceroat instead of any of the other countries on this planet?”

“What kind of question is this, Pridnestrovian? Chudovsky asked, thoroughly confused. “And why is the answer important enough for you to know before your surrender?”

“Answer the question, alien! Or else we will not surrender at all!” Kumilyova shouted.

“Alien? Did Rina just call Chudovsky an alien?” Boris Sorbariyev asked disbelievingly.

“Now that explains everything,” Arya Nukova muttered bitterly. “And why would Rina ask Chudovsky that particular question? Don’t tell me she’s actually interested in knowing why these aliens are here in the first place!”

But Vyacheslav Klimov knew better. Or at least he thought he knew better. “She’s buying time,” he said. “Whatever it is she’s trying to do, she’s buying time to do it.” And then he heard a soft beeping sound coming from somewhere on his plate carrier. It took him a moment to remember that he still had the explosive detonator on him, and that Kumilyova had a similar detonator on her that was wired to the same explosives that Klimov and the others had just planted on the inert tripods. This two-detonator policy had been adopted by the VDV in case part of a squad was captured, and it was hoped that should one trooper with a detonator be captured by the enemy, another trooper who had managed to remain free would also have a detonator to either aid their own escape or assist in the escape of their captured fellow troopers. Of course, it only worked if at least one trooper with a detonator actually managed to escape. It was all moot if both troopers with the detonators were captured or killed. But tonight, the two-detonator policy looked like the very thing that would get them all out of their current predicament.

Eventually, Kumilyova shouted, “All right, Chudovsky! We’re coming out!” and that was indeed what they did. Major Gavrina Vasilyevna Kumilyova, Senior Lieutenant Ravil Ivanovich Yanenko, and Junior Lieutenant Boris Ivanovich Nukorev walked out of the house where they had holed up for the past few minutes with hands and Kalashnikov rifles above their heads in the universal gesture for surrender.

“This is a good choice you have made, Pridnestrovians,” Edwin Chudovsky said, throwing away the megaphone that he had been using to communicate with them before. “Now stop right there! Throw down your weapons,” he added, and the Pridnestrovians complied with his orders. Chudovsky walked up to Kumilyova, Yanenko, and Nukorev, and then cast his eye over each and every single one of them. “You have made the wise choice, Pridnestrovians,” he said as he now stood face-to-face with Kumilyova. “However, I know what comes next, and allow me to let you know that it does not bring me any joy at all.”

Instead of replying to what Chudovsky had said though, Kumilyova remained silent. Instead, the only response from her was a strange beeping noise, and Chudovsky asked, “What in the name of Kuruva is that?”

“I’ll tell you what it is, Colonel Chudovsky,” Kumilyova replied. “It’s a remote detonator timer, and it is counting down the seconds until the explosives my men planted on your tripods explode. Like you, I also know what comes next, but unlike you, it will bring me all the joy I can possibly imagine.”

And, as if on cue, the soft but steady beeping from the detonator turned into a long shrill tone as the timer reached zero, and the explosives planted on the feet of the inert tripods exploded, causing all three alien machines to collapse.

Klimov, Sorbariyev, and Nukova immediately laid flat on the ground, and immediately afterward they heard the distinctive chatter of Kalashnikov rifles being fired, and then Klimov felt his hands being freed from the rope that had kept them tied behind him. “Get up, Slava!” Kumilyova shouted at him. “We only have four minutes left before the EMP gets here!”

“My gun! Where’s my gun?!” Klimov asked.

“Forget about your gun! We need to get out of here now! Just grab what you can get and let’s go!” Kumilyova shouted.

Around Klimov was chaos. Yanenko and Nukorev were firing their Kalashnikovs at the assimilated humans who had come out of their barracks once they had been alerted by the explosions that took out their parked tripods. Klimov followed the rest of the VDV troopers down the road leading out of Duboynye, and he grabbed a rifle that lay in a puddle of foaming goo where an assimilated soldier had been shot and killed. Klimov fired the rifle at the oncoming assimilated soldiers as he and the rest of the Pridnestrovians retreated deeper into the forest before it ran out of ammunition and he was forced to throw it away because he didn’t have the proper ammo for it. “Rina! When did you say the EMP was coming again?” he asked.

“It should be here any time now!” Kumilyova replied. “In fact, it should have already detonated five seconds ago—”

Right at that moment, a bright light suddenly appeared in the skies above Duboynye. It was so bright that it looked like the night had been turned into day, and the tripods that had been rushing to chase after the Pridnestrovians suddenly tripped and collapsed under their own weight.

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Postby Cabo Azure » Sun Nov 21, 2021 6:33 am

Cabo Azure - San Ortelio

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In case you haven't been following Cabo Azure's sophomore effort in the Copa Rushmori, we have two things for you: first, we understand completely and second, now would be a good time to start. Two years ago the buzz around the Maçaricas was palpable and it was easy to be excited. Mario Borges, the legendary Cidadela midfielder, had been elected prime minister on a platform that included building an international football program as one of its most prominent planks. Now, after an underwhelming CR performance followed by a deep, exciting run in the Baptism of Fire, then a long, tenuous qualifying campaign, it is easy to understand why someone might want off the rollercoaster. Which brings us to our second point; start paying attention again. Now.

Let this publication be the first to tell you that this Maçaricas team is for real, the best we've ever seen, better even than the team that lit up the seventy-sixth Baptism. Take a look at the Group D table if you don't believe us. By rights this group was a group of death; two World Cup teams, one that made it to the knockout rounds, and two relative minnows in Cabo Azure and Takeshwar. The Maçaricas made a statement out the gate with a 5-1 win over Graintfjall, the aforementioned World Cup knockout team, endured a 6-4 loss to Mytanija with a shred of dignity, and put enough past Takeshwar to secure first place in the group.

The win over San Ortelio should be taken for granted at this point; to come so far only to stumble against a team with one win in the group stage would be unthinkable. Now we must look forward to the winner of Southwest Eastnorth and Astograth,
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Postby Astograth » Sun Nov 21, 2021 7:20 am

Some context

Useless.

That was the word being bandied around Astograth, though only in the highest halls and the lowest dens – and always in hushed tones.

They spoke it even around the Grand Duke himself, as he sat in his gilded palace watching the Copa Rushmori. Like an easily amused child, an idle fool, watching football as if his shoulders didn’t bear the weight of the most devastating conflict in recent Rushmori history.

Alferrikakoa. Useless.

Of course, this had been the plan all along.

Lord Gorka Irunkiaga, Chief Advisor and Minister of the Interior, had known Astograth’s participation in the Nyowani Kitara conflict would end like this. That was why he had relented. The Aitor III aircraft carrier and its strike group had now spent a long campaign, months upon months upon months, on the distant Xandrian Sea. Their task was to ‘support’ the Euran-Nepharan blockade of Nyowani Kitara; the reality was nobody needed them there, and their presence went largely unnoticed by the other actors in the conflict. Not so in Astograth, where the press was flooded with reports on the decisive military influence that the country was exerting, press conferences by beaming, uniformed admirals, and that one clip of the Grand Duke inspecting the deck of the Aitor III on the high seas. The war, and Astograth’s intervention in it, had been a resounding success in this version.

All useless.

This ‘war’, to anyone not blinded by the official façade, had proven expensive and pointless. The logistics involved in keeping a full strike group supplied in people and provisions, at that distance and for so long, stretched Astograth’s capabilities to their limit. Though their allies would surely be happy to help, the military had insisted that they could handle the situation on their own and that they needed to keep up appearances – Irunkiaga was more than happy to let them dig their own grave. Moreover, there was nothing to show for their ‘participation’ other than the drivel that was churned out to cover newspapers and airtime. There was no combat to speak of: no bombastic air-strikes, no interceptions of Yue insurgents on fast-moving boats, no frogmen disarming mines off the coast of Inhalo. Just more fascinating exposés on how cutting-edge the nuclear reactor on the Aitor III was; it had not been cutting-edge for at least several decades. The official casualty count for Astograth was zero; in truth it numbered a few dozen through accidents, friendly fire, and self-injury.

Beyond useless.

The one thing that wasn’t was AZERIA.

AZERIA was the Ministry of Interior’s most closely guarded secret. A top-secret unit recruited from the absolute elite of the Astograthian Armed Forces, kept hidden from the rest of the government and the Grand Duke himself. Only Irunkiaga and its deputy commander, one of his Interior undersecretaries, were privy to the extent of its operations. AZERIA embedded undercover operatives in the military, the police, and civilian life across Astograth and the world. Their vow was to the Crown, but they answered to the Ministry of Interior alone. Only the Ministry had the Crown’s best interests at heart.

In Irunkiaga’s eyes, the military needed to be taught a lesson, and the Grand Duke brought safely under his wing. Both needed to lose support among the people. Not too much, just a little. Just enough destabilisation for Irunkiaga to step in and wipe Astograth clean of all this dissent and degeneracy.

Irunkiaga’s little army, dispersed around the world, was too small to be effective as an army, but positioned precisely where they needed to be to create a little bit of… chaos. AZERIA agents were onboard the Aitor III and its strike group, for example, and in the signals corps that coordinated the blockade. They couldn’t prolong this war forever, of course, but they had nudged it in certain ways. Expensive equipment failures. Satellite communications fraying at a crucial moment. Positions of ships, and perhaps allied troops, anonymously relayed to the KFF. Munitions ‘lost overboard’; rifles with the seal of the Royal Munitions and Armaments company showing up in the hands of rebels across Rushmore.

The war in Nyowani Kitara may soon be over, but the plan was starting to bear fruit. Everyone in Astograth knew it had been a useless waste. Everyone knew the military was to blame and, ultimately, Grand Duke Gaxan as well. And they whispered it, taboo as it may be to criticise the government or the monarch. Soon it might grow into a shout.

If Irunkiaga could just make things a little more… chaotic. If the war could somehow be prolonged, complicated, such that maybe Astograth would be forced onto the ground. It would be trivial to leak images of the caskets being unloaded onto Astograthian soil, row after row, and just wait for the outrage. Perhaps, if a Nepharan commander were suddenly assassinated out of nowhere. That would be a daring attempt even for AZERIA, too risky. But if his agents could find someone else so inclined – some desperate members of the Yue People’s Army, for instance – the idea could have feet. Maybe.

The final whistle of the match brought his attention back to the moment and the Grand Duke’s groans, like some common lout at the stadium. A 1-0 loss to Hispinas. Irunkiaga sneered.

Useless.
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Postby Graintfjall » Sun Nov 21, 2021 7:33 am

Græntfjall – 4 (2)
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* I had RPed Gunnþórsson as suspended so am swapping the substitute. Otherwise MYT’s RP of our game is fantastic and I’m just posting to wrap things up!

CR39 ended on a mixture of emotions as Græntfjall picked up a win, but so did Cabo Azure; Græntfjall scored plenty of goals, but so did Mytanija; and ultimately, Græntfjall failed to make the playoffs for the first time in their CR history. It was a campaign that stalled at the starters’ pistol, never able to recover from the humiliating opening day thrashing. There were positives: Amanda Guttisdóttir, a non-factor in World Cup qualifying, looked sharp; Lara Auðunsdóttir’s 4 goals means that in 3 games she has scored as many CR goals as any other striker – including Jason Þórhallursson – has in five campaigns; Elektra Lúthersdóttir, back to full fitness, was enterprising. But it was still a bitterly disappointing week in Hispinas, and the Snow Wolves will now travel back home to lick their wounds ahead of a new World Cup cycle.
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Postby Hispinas » Sun Nov 21, 2021 8:07 am

Match details against Isle Noire and Astograth to be updated into this post later.

The Hispino citizens have been very skeptical on what really is the position of the Hispino monarch on the Nyowani Kitara crisis. Sightings of Hispino military planes in tracking websites which are heading to the Pavola area where the epicenter of the crisis were, have increased speculation that King Marco Juan had already taken a side with on the three faces of the situation, with several foreign media have implicated that the Monarch would be aligned with Nafuna Akongo's government forces, but Hispinas citizens' limited reach of these media, most would still believe otherwise.

At the press conference prior to Hispinas' game against Bollonich, the King still had no clear comment or preference when asked by local media, although they have already well established that there were forces seen taking part. He said that 'Hispinas is participating in the humanitarian effort to minimize civilian impact in the Kitaran crisis', but there were no mention of them being a neutral side, or as per rumor, siding with Akongo's faction.

Marco discussed it with his 'advisory council', saying that it is not time yet for the citizens to know which side they have leaned on.
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EBC NEWS POLITICS LIVEBLOG – Euran Oceania Territories historic referendum results due as Euran dual referendum continues
- Live coverage of trio of referenda taking place in Eura and Euran Oceania Territories. Edited by Wilbur Anderville
- Polls closed at 22:00 local time; exit polls and first results due shortly
- Voting has not yet ended in former Sameba and Euran electoral system contests
- High turnout expected as Territories decided regional future
- Unrest in former Sameba, some polling stations closed for security reasons


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23:45 – There are just minutes left now until we see the first exit polls and results from the referendum on the future of the Euran Oceania Territories. On the EBC News channel just now our reporters on the ground at both campaign headquarters gave us an update:

Katie Green with the Let’s Go AO! (LGAO) campaign in Magnaeus:: ‘The atmosphere is tense tonight at the Renewal Centre in Magnaeus, where the campaign to “renew” the Euran Oceania Territories place in Atlantian Oceania has chosen to host its big referendum night gala. No-one here is expecting a big win or big defeat tonight, but there is a quiet confidence that they’ve convinced just enough people to win the argument.’

‘The setting is no coincidence and echoes a lot of what the LGAO campaign has represented, a really big focus on the economy and larger employers, which is why they’ve chosen one of the biggest conference centres in the Territories, and as close as you can get here to the newly proposed Tropicorp free trade zone at Calania Landing to the west. There is also history to this place; Magnaeus was once the capital of the political entities that preceded the Territories and is often linked to its Oceanian heritage.’

Sam Pearson at the Anaia World Is Possible! (AWIP) campaign headquarters in Fligsive:: ‘Pro-Anaian campaigners are swarming into the Royal Directus Hotel, a newly built five star resort slap bang in the middle of the Territories’ capital and largest city. In their latest effort to paint themselves as choice most amenable to Euran expats they originally tried to book the Fligsive Arena itself, no doubt hoping to add a referendum victory to the list of famous Euran triumphs at the stadium. But the Territorial Administration perhaps wisely turned down that request and so now we are under glistening chandeliers instead.’

‘When I first started following this campaign a month ago there was a sense of almost delirious hype sweeping through the ranks of AWIP, as some polls showed them with a 10-point lead with just weeks left to go having started the campaign with a 5-point deficit. But like many of their opponents the Anaian campaign’s rank and file are a bit more nervous now, with the polls having squeezed in the last couple of weeks and a sense of momentum ebbing away slightly being pervasive. Still, there is a sense of optimism in the air, even if it is tempered by nerves.’

23:55 - Before we finally get an idea of the outcome of the vote, we’re going to reflect on some of the wide variety of social media content and political advertising that has been put out in recent days from the plentiful foreign support enjoyed by both campaigns. Such interference in a Euran general election would never be tolerated of course, but the unique nature of this vote has led to a very lax attitude from the Euran state and Territorial Administration. What’s most interesting about this content is what it says about both sides of the argument and what kind of overseas support they enjoy. You can click the text below to see each example.

On the pro-AO side there has been a concerted and well-funded attempt from Tropicorp, the enormously influential Vilitan megacorporation, to both encourage authentic online participation and generate its own brand of pro-AO messaging. Some of the more corporate material straight from Tropicorp twii.tur accounts has focused on sporting ties between the Territories and AO, and how the Anaia split may have created opportunities for Expat sport, focusing in on Eurans well known sporting obsessions. Tropicorp even decorated a Grand Prix car in #LetsGoAO messaging:
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Other, more crudely put together memes prompted by more official material and developed later in the campaign have sought to respond to the Anaian campaign’s use of Euran nationalism by tickling Euran expat voters sense of patriotic pride. One very popular meme suggests renaming Calania as “Eurania”, but another that warned of the instability of joining Anaia backfired as AWIP activists claimed its imagery of burning Euran currency was anti-Euran and ‘basically a hate crime’.
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But the appeals to nationalism have undoubtedly come more from the Anaian side, prompting late-campaign bouts to claim the mantle of Euraphiles-in-chief on both sides. The Anaian campaign’s nationalistic turn included a disputed claim that the Euran World Assembly presidency campaigns have been undermined by the powers that be in AO, with even the actual Audioslavian government weighing in and printing this slick poster throughout various cities in the Territories. The propaganda was mocked slightly online for using seven stars rather than six, only for more jingoistic Eurans to point out that the government has proposed adding a seventh star to the national flag to represent the former Sameba.
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In response, AO supporters responded with a similar infographic that contested the narrative established and declared the Territories and AO to be ‘#StrongerTogether’.
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Aside from actual state intervention, online pro-Anaia activists of Audioslavian heritage but living in the Territories – most likely Burgess in the northeast – have been doing their part to spread the gospel of pro-Anaian sentiment. This witty meme referencing hugely popular Quebecois foreign-language hit Octopi Roulette, which depicts a series of deadly challenges enacted on the debt-ridden offspring of relentless capitalism, uses a notorious scene to depict choosing Anaia as the best choice (although the implication you’ll be shot in the face if you choose otherwise runs slightly counter to the message).
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In another effort, one user makes less clever analogy where Atlantian Oceania is a turd, and Anaia is a slightly prettier turd. Make of that what you will.
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Perhaps unsurprisingly the strongest foreign support for either side – and can you really call it foreign? – is from the people of the new Mertagne in Anaia and the millions of “Stayers” who stuck around after the collapse of the Calanian Union, a core group of the Expat population and the biggest non-ethnically Euran demographic. This key demographic has generated some of the most popular online content relating to the referendum, taking advantage of popular meme formats to make pro-Anaian comments but with a sometimes self-depreciating spin, whether it be about the Expat football team trying to be more competitive or the Territories ability to stir up the world of foreign affairs.
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Curiously, it’s not just been Anaians and Atlantians weighing in. People from outside either region have piped up on the debate, such as this meme from a South Newlandian twii.tur user reacting to the shock polls in the final weeks of the campaign showing an Anaian lead.
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A light-hearted campaign from citizens of Esportivan countries has argued that Expats should junk their existing choices altogether and instead somehow teleport their country to Esportiva, as is the case in these examples.
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Fortunately this has been shot down from users across the multiverse in countries such as Nephara and Vdara, albeit a bit unkindly to Esportivans in these examples.
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We have little evidence to discern how influential these memes, marketing campaigns and thinly veiled pieces of propaganda might have been during the vital final period of what has been a long campaign. But they have at least brought joy to many a political analyst, and some have even curried favour of a higher-brow kind; this abstract piece, crafted by an irritating Nepharan hipster living in a Strutmark “squat” (read: townhouse) their millionaire mummy paid for, has just been sold for £2.3 million at an auction house in Bakermouth after going down a storm in the art world. No, we don’t get it either.
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23:58 – In the time it took for me to get through all that, it seems we have almost reached midnight. I understand that all three exit polls are imminent. If you are wondering why there are three of them, its because different media organisations have chosen different pollsters. The Emplor and Directus Post newspapers have jointly commissioned one from Viewpoint, Expat One (the biggest public television channel in the Territories) has commissioned another from newcomer ExpatsTalk, and here at the EBC we have stuck with EurGov.

A health warning for you all that has been stressed by all pollsters involved in tracking opinion on this referendum; the Territories has never held a full national ballot of any kind before, and its demographics have been rapidly changing in recent years. There is a much wider margin of error than you would normally expected with exit polls so whatever they say in a few minutes time, it won’t be the end of the story.

23:59 – Here we go…

EXIT POLL (EBC/EurGov) – AO 50 ANAIA 50
Well then. That’s a turn up for the books. EBC One and EBC News, watched by literally billions of people, have just broadcast a dead heat poll that has the presenters looking quizzically at one another. EurGov Head of Data Freddie Wade says he’s never seen anything like it.

00:02 – I’m just reviewing the video feeds from the separate campaign events now. No-one looks happy. Its going to be a long night.

00:04 – Both the Viewpoint and ExpatsTalk exit polls are out shortly.

EXIT POLL (Emplor and Directus Post/Viewpoint) – AO 53, ANAIA 47
The Viewpoint poll shows a lead for the AO campaign and the reaction in Magnaeus is surprisingly muted. Perhaps that’s because over in Fligsive…
EXIT POLL (Expat One/ExpatsTalk) – AO 47 ANAIA 53
…the ExpatsTalk exit poll is showing the direct opposite result.

The polling industry will no doubt be hoping this isn’t a heavy win either way. If its close run though then it will suggest fears of the Territories being hard to poll were unfounded. Stay tuned for the first results from the 90 electoral counties that will report over the course of the next few hours.
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Postby Nyowani Kitara » Sun Nov 21, 2021 8:27 am



President Nafuna Akongo, in a meeting of the Central Military Commission of the Kitara Progressive Workers Coalition


As the President and her Central Military Commission were preparing for their meeting, they were seated together, watching the national team take on Ardengard in the final game of the group stage. It had been an up and down Copa Rushmori for NYK so far- as all of them tend to be for this fledging national team. In their first three attempts at the regional championships, the national team had suffered three consecutive group stage eliminations. Their debut tournament, not even yet a WCC nation, they didn't stand a fighting chance. Just 1 point across three games, last place in the group- they were nothing more than filler.

At their second Copa Rushmori, Copa Rushmori XXXVII, they played in Eura. After getting pulverized by a score of 6-1 against Sargossa(the same team who would win the whole damn tournament one cycle later), the team picked their heads up and decided to fight. We stunned the world with our first ever win at a regional tournament, downing Mavinet by a score of 3-1 to take all three points, and controlled our own destiny. And then, in painful circumstances, we took the lead against Eastfield Lodge in the final group stage game. But a dubious late conceded penalty allowed our opponents to get that 1-1 draw, and once again, a group stage elimination- 4 points was not enough to advance.

And then, last cycle. NYK bid to bring the tournament to home soil, under President Boaz Akongo's much more peaceful reign. They lost a host vote to their Mytanar allies, 7-4. Rumors were spread, likely with little truth to them, that the reason NYK lost that vote was due to their lack of relations with the internationally recognized usurper government of Yuezhou. The team put together three solid performances at the tournament- but that was worth only two points, as a porous defense conceded 12 times across 270 minutes of play. But it was followed by the team hiring a full-time manager, and then going to World Cup Qualifiers.
KPWC Central Military Commission

Chairwoman and President of the Republic- Nafuna Akongo
Permanent Invitee- Monika Lindbeck(NPH)
Naval Representative- Adm. Oscar Karlsson
Air Force Representative- General Hazael Ooko
Army Representative- General Jehoram Oyange
Legislature Representative- Susanna Opondo
Invitee- Colonel Sey
Invitee- Achille Riruimcseny(FFD)- Mercenary


Now, having participated in World Cup Qualifiers, and having reached the knockout stages of the Cup of Harmony, the team returned in much better shape for the Copa Rushmori. Battle tested. And getting so close to the tournaments' quarterfinals, almost tasting them- and yet, falling on penalty kicks. Assuredly acquitting themselves as better than those damned Banijans. They came into this Copa Rushmori with confidence. And even though the mighty Wanderers were on the other side of the pitch, Nyowani Kitara played without fear. A 3-2 victory without their coach or captain playing, with Odede Angonga scoring a double and Leonard Lundquist scoring the match winner off the bench, 3 points were 3 points.

After falling to Southwest Eastnorth, the Commission, like many civilians in Nyowani Kitara, were watching the team's next match against Ardengard. 3 points, no matter the results in the SWEN game, would be enough. And here, 70 minutes on, Nyowani Kitara were up in the match, 2-0. Things were going well for the national team. "Man, I think we're really gonna make the knockout stages here!" Colonel Sey said. "And from a group of loyal players, too."

With the KWFA controlled by the government, and a socialist manager, the team had largely been vocally supportive of the government- of course, it was hard to be anything else when you were constantly under the watchful government's eye. "Of course, we're all football fans here." General Hazael Ooko said. "This past cycle- Qualifiers were fantastic, despite everything. Imagine how much better we could've done if we weren't prosecuting a war against a bunch of traitors this whole time?"

"I know, right?" Nafuna Akongo said. "Despite all these challenges. But it looks like- wait, oh fucking-" She started stumbling when she saw an interception in the center of the pitch, by the teenager Stephanie Hawkin, who had just entered the game for Hansel Bose. She then played forward a brilliant through ball for Jalio Kalio Mao, who timed his run perfectly. He blew past the older and slower Tage Hermansson, and the 20 year old striker was in on goal. The phenom had a brilliant finish, chipping it perfectly over the goalkeeper's head and straight into the back of the net.

"Eh- we'll be fine." Nafuna Akongo said to nobody in particular, as tension rose five fold in the room. A match that they thought they had in hand all of a sudden had some life to it, with their 2-0 lead down to 2-1. No lead more dangerous than a 2-0 lead, right? And for the next 7 or odd minutes in the match, Ardengard, encouraged forward by their fans, was asking all sorts of questions of this Nyowani Kitara, who wasn't exactly known for their organization skills. But the air deflated from the room completely when Jalio Kalio Mao smashed a cross home from Greg Stradet, on the half-volley, to make the score 2-2. "Oh shit." Admiral Karlsson said. Heads were down. No energy. NYK fans were nervous. 2-2 and Ardengard had all the momentum- could the newcomers find a winner?

The tension continued to build, into the 90th minute. Would the final few moments provide a winner? An opportunity for Nyowani Kitara to break gave them the opportunity. A 2 on 1, with substitute Salem Lagum flying down the pitch, with Owino Odede running stride for stride with him. As they reached the 18, Lagum tried to play the ball across to Odede on the ground. But Saul Lipton, desperately giving chase, was able to race back and slide right before the ball got to Odede, and hit the ball. Unfortunately for the center back, he was sliding towards his own goal to reach the ball. It would have been a brilliant finish if he was an attacker- but he got the clearance all wrong, firing the ball into the upper corner of his own net.

The tensions in the room were released, as the Kitarans in the room all clapped. "Well, a win's a win, right?" Nafuna Akongo said, smiling. It was nerve-wracking. It was emotional. Media, of course, interviweed Salem Lagum after the match, who had created the opportunity for the match winning goal. A celebratory mood for Kitarans, reaching the knockout stages of the Copa Rushmori for the first time on their fourth attempt. But his next words were incredible.

He, of course, said that he loved this team and this country. But his next words- they sent a shockwave through the room. "I implore the government, and the President, to join the DFLK and the KFF in promoting a ceasefire. This war, these acts of violence- they are bad for Nyowani Kitara, they are bad for our country. We, the players, want peace. Go to Græntfjall. Secure our future." It was the first time, at almost any point in the war, that anybody on the team had not spoken in lockstep with the Government when asked about the war. The room was stunned.

"Did he just say, go to f*$(ing Græntfjall? And get peace?" Said an incensed General Oyange. They had called this meeting for right after the match to discuss how they were going to call the Margravine, and tell her that they must continue to fight this war, to fight for total victory, and then go to negotiations with armed surrender as the only option, as opposed to negotiations as co-equals.

"HOw did the KWFA let him say that??" The President asked.

"I can make a call to the KWFA." Susanna Opondo said. "Get Salem on the first plane back to Nephara."

"No, but look at your twii.tur accounts." Said an unnamed aide to the President who was at the meeting. "His words are getting traction. This midfielder is going viral for calling for peace. We may have to do it."

"You know, Susanna, make the call." President Akongo said. "Let's bring Salem home and-"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Monika Lindbeck, who had been silent this whole time, said. She didn't really care for the Kitaran national team, so she hadn't paid a whole lot of attention to the match in front of her. "Remember- we cannot move to immediately just crush and silence everybody in your path. We want to make your country a modern country. What happens when this war ends, huh? We should take Lagum's advice. He's probably reached more Kitarans at once than any one of us have in a long time. If this war ends in total victory and countless atrocities, what is that victory like, eh? An international pariah? Sanctioned to hell by all of your neighbors? Can't even join the Common Rushmori Community?"

"The Common Rushmori Community can go f*#! itself." Admiral Oskar Karlsson muttered. Monika Lindbeck gave him a glare, and then continued like she hadn't heard.

"Look- this is your time, your opportunity, to declare peace. Don't bring Salem back. Take his advice. You'll look like the reasonable one, the hero." As Lindbeck finished speaking, President Akongo looked around the room. Everybody was debating around her. Salem Lagum's call, more than anything, made them think that public pressure would line up for support for a ceasefire. A few minutes later, a KWFA representative walked into the room.

"Madame President?" The rep said. "Sorry for the interruption. The KWFA are looking for orders on how to deal with Salem Lagum? Should we have him return to Dewayo immediately? We have a plane waiting to take him back here and pull him from the tournament."

Another rep also entered the room- from Nyowani Kitara's central broadcaster. "Madame President, should I delete the footage of Salem Lagum's interview?" The rep said. "We wanted your direct order on this. I can do so- it was on the internet, but if we delete it now, we can limit much of its reach." Monika Lindbeck looked surprised that a meeting of the Central Military Commission could be interrupted by a footballing representative and a broadcaster, yet, here they were. Nafuna Akongo would have to make this choice.

Nobody said a word. All eyes were on the President. Nafuna Akongo knew that she had to make a decision. If she said no, and the desire for a ceasefire spread throughout KPWC controlled parts of the country, she could be in trouble. If she entered peace negotiations now- she could get a result that did not have the one she wanted. She weighed her options. The risks. The benefits. The rewards. And then she made her choice.

"Leave the video up. Tell the KWFA and the manager not to punish Salem." The President said. Most in the room seemed surprised, even Monika Lindbeck. "We'll take the ceasefire." The President then barked off instructions to everybody in the room, they all formally approved the ceasefire request, and then she left. She had her foreign ministry place quick calls to Bastion and Corvistone, and told her people on the front. Now was the time.

Press release from the Office of the President

"I have heard the cries of the people of Nyowani Kitara, especially those who live in occupied lands. The traitors of the KFF and the DFLK have done harm to this country, and they have tried to make it irreparable harm. But the people of Nyowani Kitara stood up against both the DFLK and the KFF, and their foreign sponsors. They tried to tear the country apart, and yet, we have beaten them back and put them both on the brink of defeat on both fronts. In the best interests of the people of this Democratic Republic, my forces will unilaterally declare a ceasefire, for Tuesday at 6:00 PM Local time- or 72 hours from the release of this press office. It will be an open-ended temporary ceasefire, to allow for the negotiation of a longer-term ceasefire to allow peace discussions to commence.

Long live the Kitaran Revolution."
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Round of 16 Results


Hispinas 4–3 Nyowani Kitara (scored by Quebec and Shingoryeo/Gatchingerrak Union)
Sargossa 3–1 Mytanija
Yuezhou 3–1 Oberour Ar Moro
Nephara 1–1 Eura (1–1 AET) (2–4 pen.)
Southwest Eastnorth 1–2 Astograth
Cabo Azure 2–3 San Ortelio
Cassadaigua 0–2 Savojarna
Pridnestrovia 3–2 Brookstation

Quarterfinals Fixtures
Hispinas vs Sargossa at Estadio Provincial de Magdalena, Vigano
Yuezhou vs Eura at Estadio Municipal de Lirio, Lirio
Astograth vs San Ortelio at Estadio Metropolitano de Mandrid, Mandrid
Savojarna vs Pridnestrovia at San Jose Estadioa, Seviguio
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Postby Savojarna » Mon Nov 22, 2021 5:38 am

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Alvesen and Voynov shoot Savojarna into quarterfinals


By Jaukka Halanen

Things had looked a bit more gloomy than usual after Savojarna lost their Copa Rushmori group game against Yuezhou last week, banishing them to the second place and facing a group winner. Cassadaigua are not too familiar an opponent; having played the Northlights only twice, both times in the Copa Rushmori knockout stage, Savojarna were unsure what to expect. The past indicated a close game, as both matches ended 2-1, although with different outcomes: The Northlights won in the CR32 octofinal to be knocked out by Eura in the following match; in the CR37 semifinal, the better end belonged to the Fillies. Now, the Savojars wanted to strike back - and did so off the back of their defensive structure once more.

Just like with Darmen, they were relying on defensive strength to counter out Cassadaigua, and just like against Darmen, the Northlights began being pushed back and outshot in the first twenty minutes, with the only real chance for Savojarna being a shot from 18 metres by Poulsen that a surprised Katie Schnapper could punch out. The following corner served as another chance at first, before the referee whistled back Roman Forsberg for having pushed down Peyton Miller in the process. On the other end of things, Jenna Frontiera was putting in a big application to actually become Cassadaigua’s next big striker, but was largely kept in check by Zirkova and Pakanen. It took almost half an hour for Savojarna to actually increase their forward movement, but still, Sven Ehlers seemed to lack connection to the rest of the game and had little impact despite the space afforded to him, apparently struggling with Cassadaigua’s defence. The Falourr striker failed to get past the opposition, and was uncharacteristically imprecise in his finishing; however, others stepped up as Poulsen and Voynov both got in good shots but were denied by the post and Schnapper, respectively.

At half time, Gylfi Haukason reacted by substituting the struggling Ehlers, and bringing on the significantly more physical Lars Alvesen. The 19 year old striker found his footing quickly, holding McCausland away from the ball with a good use of his shoulders and then shooting from a turn, but missing the goal by about 20 cm. Still, it was an announcement, and Adrian Klaebo clearly relied on finding the tall striker in his passes, even if he often put the ball back towards Poulsen or Voynov. Furthermore, Gylfi also adjusted things at the back, instructing Otso Ilkkanen to move up more and close down space for Cassadaigua, which seemed to reduce the pressure coming through from the Fillies, and started swinging the game more and more towards Savojarna. However, with Cassadaigua themselves still controlling much of the pace of play, the game entered a stalemate situation where the Dagans struggled to get past Savojarna’s double pivot, but the Northlights also couldn’t quite get past the defence of their oopponents. That was, until a good hour into the game.

Krister Voynov has been criticised a lot in Savojarna for his attitude towards the Cup of Harmony, his apparent lack of defensive work, and his vocal presence in media, including his sometimes less than subtle demands that he should be succeeding Victoria Maersk as captain. But all the noise is forgotten in moments like this match, where he showed that even at age 32 and with sometimes questionable mentality, the left forward is still a player that has the skill to decide a match on his own. 67 minutes into the match, he received a long ball headed back to him by Alvesen, and simply danced around Caitlyn Kaleta with a light-footedness and quickness that left the defender dumbfounded, before crossing a pinpoint accuracy ball into the centre where Alvesen had to only get his head against it to nod it past Katie Schnapper. With the lead in their bag, Savojarna began to sit back more again, but not without maintaining the pressure in the midfield that kept Cassadaigua at bay; Gylfi also once more showed his will to defend close leads as he took off Poulsen for Markko Niskanen, shifting into a sort of very defensively interpreted 4-3-3 with Adrian Klaebo as the most forward midfielder.

The shift led to a cramped central midfield that neutralised much of Cassadaigua’s attack through the centre; with Milla Viipuri taking a more defensive role over Flemming Skov on the right side to counter Morgan Rosenblatt, the attack of the Fillies became increasingly bogged down. Joker Kaisa Gyldenström then used her speed and remaining energy to run a counter, and although Miller headed out the cross, Klaebo collected the straggling ball to send it back over to Voynov, and the winger curled a beautiful shot into the far corner to finish off the game for Savojarna. The Northlights will now move on to play Pridnestrovia in the quarterfinals, a team they met twice so far. In the Copa 34, the two drew scorelessly in the final group stage game; in the CR37 octofinal, the Northlights won 1-0. We therefore expect yet another tight, defensive game; something the Northlights have proven to be strong in under Gylfi. The biggest spanner in the works will be the loss of Otso Ilkkanen, who took his second yellow card in this game and will be suspended against Pridnestrovia; however, Markko Niskanen has proven to be a solid replacement in his appearances so far and should not significantly weaken Savojarna.

An adrenaline-laden Lars Alvesen, when faced with an STV2 camera, was clearly excited to go on. “We’ve been fighting, we’ve been fighting all tournament, we’re not going down easily, and I’m so proud to be part of it, happy with this team, we’re hungry for this cup”, he shouted into the microphone. A bit more subdued, but clearly reflecting the same qualities, Gylfi Haukason in the post-match press conference said: “I am really proud with the gut my team is presenting this tournament. We’re really showing patience, which I think wasn’t granted given how much the side changed, with Victoria Maersk gone and with the system changing again when I came in. I think that if we keep up that grit, if we keep up fighting and waiting, if we’re able to let the opponent come and stem the tide like today, we can probably beat everyone”. There is a clear sense in the team that Pridnestrovia are only a stepping stone, and the real prize lies at the end of the tournament; a confidence the Northlights have lacked in the past few years.

Savojarna 2-0 Cassadaigua (0-0)

Goals: 68’ Alvesen 1-0 (Voynov). 87’ Voynov 2-0 (Klaebo).
Yellow cards: 17’ Forsberg, 42’ Porter, 61’ Ilkkanen, 80’ McCausland (all foul).
Remarks: 36’ Ehlers hit goal post. Otso Ilkkanen (SVJ) misses next game due to yellow cards.

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Postby Astograth » Mon Nov 22, 2021 7:33 pm

The morning found Baraxil Muhaburu with an axe driven clean through his skull, from brow to nape. It took Muhaburu some time to realise he was dead.

It then took a timeless age to contemplate this state of posthumous agony, a pure pain unattached to any material form. All-encompassing, all-consuming, beyond conscious thought.

Then he blinked and realised he was not, in fact, dead. He was in a room, lying on a bed. His hands sluggishly felt their way to the top of his head. No axe. Just a hangover. Just another? This was pretty bad. His mouth felt like sandpaper. After rising to go for water, the pounding in his brain compounded a sudden dizziness which almost toppled him over again. In the bathroom, Muhaburu leaned heavy over the sink, a hand on the mirror to keep him stable. Drinking water in that moment was the best thing he had ever felt, except it made him vomit a minute later. The bile burning in his throat made him all the thirstier, but that would have to wait for later.

Stumbling back into the room, Muhaburu’s eyes adjusted slowly to the light streaming through the curtains. An absolute mess. Sheets, pillows, and clothes all over the place, some of which were definitely not his or his roommate’s. His partner in crime, Alarabi Labeaga, was nowhere to be seen. There were bits of confetti strewn around the room: white, blue, olive green. Red, for some reason. The carpet sparkled, which Muhaburu thought bizarre; it slowly dawned on him there was glitter dusted all around. The bed too, actually. His own body, now that he noticed. Oh God, it was everywhere.

Muhaburu groaned as the axe struck again, felling him back upon the bed. Inchoate growls escaped his lips. Had the hangovers always been this bad? No. This was terrible. But then again, he was just 27 – he couldn’t possibly feel this much worse at 27 than he had at 22. Right?

It wasn’t good, alcohol. That’s what everybody told him. But what else was there to do if he wanted to have some fun? Drugs were right out, the risk of getting banned too high. Smoking would ruin his lungs, and with it his career, within a year. That left alcohol. Why not? Everything else was either ruled out or shit. Drinking felt good. He could live through these side effects. Only once in a while would he do something embarrassing.

Wait, what had he even done last night? Muhaburu couldn’t remember. He’d have to check his phone, but he’d have to find it first. Not in this state. The bed was cosy and soft, his body a wreck.

It had been good. That much was clear. Very good. They’d won, clearly. If they’d lost there might be glitter, but never confetti. Yet try as he might, he couldn't piece together the sequence of events that led to this. They'd won, right? Yes. Definitely.

They'd played... Southwest Eastnorth. Last night, yes. The guys in yellow. Round of 16. What was the town called? Where was he right now?? Nevermind. They spoke weirdly, wherever this match was. Something almost Astograthian. He remembered that vividly, from the morning and the afternoon. Hearing their language made Muhaburu feel as if he were having a stroke, it sounded exactly like Astograthian if it were scrambled into something unintelligible. Just alike enough to tease the ear and tickle his brain, but not enough to make any sense. It was infuriating.

Anyway. They'd done light exercises, then tactical and mental prep work. Then to the ground. It was a whirlwind from there to the match, but the match itself... steadily defogged from Muhaburu's mind, unspooling into the clear picture he would have had while playing. He could see himself in defensive midfield, partnered with Domiku Bergara. One vertex of the ‘magic boxes’ as Erke liked to call them, very please with himself. The defensive magic box: him and Bergara, and the two centre-backs, his buddy Labeaga and Irakusne Hecharri. The attacking magic box was the two attacking midfielders – Tomofumi Ishimoda and Ihazintu Malkorra – and the strikers, Olentzaro Karazatorre and Aire Epherra. The wingbacks had the unenviable task of supporting both.

‘Magic box’ was a daft name in Muhaburu’s opinion, but he could see the geometry of it in his mind. Not in a way he could explain in words, but on the pitch he could visualise it neatly. Intuitively. It just made sense. From looking around at the other team he could also tell and retain how they were arranged. In their 4-3-3 they would always be outnumbered by the magic boxes, so long as Astograth could keep up the pace.

They’d done that, as far as Muhaburu had remembered. Piece by piece, the match played out in his head, like moves upon a chessboard. Then – oh shit! He’d scored! He’d scored! There’d been a free kick won in a good position by Martel cutting inside. Malkorra had crossed it into the box, Muhaburu met it with his head. Back of the net. 1-0. Yeah, he remembered it now. Good goal. Damn, he was good at football.

Hmm. A header. A header. An axe in hi- no. Not an axe, a ball. He’d headed a ball, not an axe. That was just the hangover. What about the second goal?

Huh? The second goal? Was there a second goal?

Yes. A second goal. Second goal. No, the third goal. The second goal had been theirs, that number 17 scurrying into the box on one break where Martel was caught out of position. That had been the equaliser, 1-1.

The third goal of the night, then. There had been a third goal. Muhaburu had scored it too.

With his head. From a corner kick. He’d run to the corner flag in delirious joy, slapping the palm of his hand against his forehead. His head. His head. Two goals! They’d won 2-1. Two goals. His first brace with the national team. The man of the hour, man of the match. His head… there was a theme there.

Oh no. Oh no.

Muhaburu was in a club, being presented with things to smash with his forehead. Cans of beer. Champagne glasses. Plates. His head. The axe in his head. Two goals with his head.
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Postby Eura » Mon Nov 22, 2021 8:52 pm

COPA RUSHMORI 39 – GROUP H MATCHDAY 1
Eura 1 – 2 Pridnestrovia
Scorers: Tomlinson 10
Lineup: 1. V Simm, 2. A Mason (sub Sutton 85), 4. J Menard, 15. K Sherwood, 5. T Green, 3. L Almwood (sub Bowman 83), 6. M Rowland, 8. V Robshaw, 7. M Woakes, 10. I Tomlinson, 9. S Robson (sub Atkinson 72)

COPA RUSHMORI 39 – GROUP H MATCHDAY 2
Gatchingerrak Union 3 – 3 Eura
Scorers: Sutton 14, Malone 51, Woodman 59
Lineup: 13. E Palmer, 19. J Byrd, 25. A Coles, 27. F Stephens (sub Green 45), 18. S Erskine, 16. O Vincent, 28. C Rogers, 11. B Malone (sub Coffey 81), 22. A Woodman, 14. C Atkinson, 17. T Sutton (sub Purcell 76)

COPA RUSHMORI 39 – GROUP H MATCHDAY 3
Eura
4 – 2 Kiltoch
Scorers: Robson 27, 60, Bowman 36, Atkinson 84
Lineup: 30. C Webb, 4. J Menard (sub Sherwood 78), 19. J Byrd, 5. T Green, 6. M Rowland (sub Erskine 56), 8. V Robshaw, 11. B Malone, 7. M Woakes, 12. D Bowman, 10. I Tomlinson (sub Atkinson 69), 9. S Robson

COPA RUSHMORI 39 – ROUND OF 16
Nephara 1 – 1 Eura (1 – 1 AET, 2 – 4 pens)
Scorers: Robson 76
Lineup: 1. K Belgrave, 2. A Mason (sub Malone 68), 4. J Menard, 19. J Byrd, 5. T Green, 3. L Almwood (sub Bowman 80), 6. M Rowland, 8. V Robshaw, 7. M Woakes, 10. I Tomlinson (sub Woodman 90+2), 9. S Robson




‘This is rubbish’ muttered Kevin Belgrave under his breath as he picked the ball out of his net. That’s the same Kevin Belgrave who had just retired from international football no less. ‘What the fuck was that? Jack, get your head in the game!’
But, as they say, the best laid plans and so on. Eura’s Copa Rushmori campaign had started in the same spirit of their form for the last half a dozen or so major tournaments – like an airship on an old newsreel going up in flames. Pridnestrovia have always been a formidable opponent, but they are nevertheless one Eurans have gotten used to beating in the past, and they would have no doubt expected the same when Isaac Tomlinson scored 10 minutes into the first group stage match against them. Then it all came apart, and despite a panicky late attempt from Skorji Oslograd to change system and snatch a point, Eura were beaten.

Against the Gatchingerrak Union the Eurans had an opportunity to set the record straight. They did the opposite. A more attacking team, with a rotated squad giving hungry bench players and reserves a chance, scored three goals, and yet conceded just as many in a must-win fixture. Second choice goalkeeper Elliot Palmer had a mare in goal too. Vance Simm would surely return. Of course, he would then go and break a finger in training the next morning. And so, in came Clarence Webb for the third fixture with Palmer not trusted to go straight back out with the gloves. Kevin was watching all of this from the comfort of his own home after his international retirement, a prestigious career ending with the extreme disappointment of another poor Euran World Cup performance against Kandorith, where Belgrave played ok and still somehow shipped several goals.

Then came the phone call.
‘Kevin! Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin…’
‘Skorji, its 3 o’clock. In the morning. What do you want?’ Kevin was one of the nicer Euran goalkeepers. Even he had his limits, and his old boss calling him at such an hour was one of them. Not many Euran players would risk being so short with Skorji but at 37 years of age Kevin had stopped caring about such things.
‘It’s a funny old thing, retirement, isn’t it? One day playing football seems like such a bloody chore-‘
‘I’m still playing for my club.’
‘-and you think, “why do I bother?” And so of course you quit. I don’t blame you. I did eventually. Mind you, it made me very bored. Do you feel bored Kevin?’
Ah. That is where this was going.
‘No.’
‘But I haven’t even-‘
‘No. Nyet. Nada. No hablo futbol.’
‘I don’t think that’s an accurate translation Kevin. I speak 14 languages so don’t bullshit me.’

14?! Working with Skorji really taught you something new every day. ‘Ok, um, let me rephrase then; playing on as long as I did already tarred my career good and proper, alright? Give one of the new lads a chance.’
‘Don’t you think I’ve tried that you impertinent fool!’
Kevin sighed very audibly down the receiver.
‘…I mean, you thoroughly able professional!’
‘I watched the games. The lads did ok.’
‘Vance did ok until he knackered his little pinkie. Elliot performed like a fuckhead Kevin, a wazzock, a twat-master. I was embarrassed for him.’
‘Yeah, well, if that’s the kind of positive reinforcement you’re giving them no wonder they’re too nervous to hold on to the ball.’
‘Ah, piffle. They get paid a lot of money to prance about in shorts. If the Euran public wanted to see that they’d go to the fucking ballet in their thousands, not this. Just come back as cover for the rest of the tournament – no hype, no fanfare. Please?’
‘And if I say no?’
‘I’ll burn down your house.’
Kevin banged his head against the wall. ‘For fuck sake. When is the flight?’

Kiltoch came and went. Eura were shoddy at the back again and a nervy Clarence Webb played ok until he spilled in a limp volley for Kiltoch’s second. Even though Eura won anyway and staggered into the knockout stages on just 4 points, much commentary made hay of how the profession of Euran goalkeeping had never looked quite so underwhelmingly staffed.
Despite this Kevin’s return was not welcomed; instead, the press mocked the apparent desperation of an under pressure Skorji Oslograd and the EFA in bringing him back from beyond the international football grave. Have Eura ever looked so shabby and weak? boomed the Brigham Herald, and they were one of the gentler critics.
There was a sense that none of this would matter anyway. The initial optimism of the Oslograd era had subsided despite results technically improving under his reign, just very slowly. The Euran national team was on its worst run of tournament performances in a very long time (not to mention the still recent and harrowing memory, by Euran standards, of failing to qualify for a World Cup). And now the inevitable had happened – just as Eura get themselves out of a jam, they draw Nephara.

In international relations Eura and Nephara were practically joined at the hip these days, two peas in a geopolitical pod. The bonds between them had been forged into political, social, even emotional steel by the way Nephara was targeted by Sameba at the outbreak of the Great Endemian War as if Corvistone was a suburb of Bastion. The Nepharans had come out to bat for Eura in a way no other nation did in response in the ensuing years of brutal warfare in what is now northern Eura and many other far-flung outposts of the war. Conflict had given them common cause, but the two nations also increasingly shared a great deal of interdependency with their likeminded approach to numerous issues such as their membership and strong advocacy of the Common Rushmori Community.

It was a Type A/B relationship, with the lead role flipping based on the circumstances; in politics, Nephara had lightened the load of Euran regional leadership in taking the lead on Nyowani Kitara, and in society Rowena Strongbow and her acolytes had progressed Euran gender roles overnight. In economics Eura was the gold mine for a Nephara desperate to maintain its relative prosperity, and militarily Eura's status as a military-industrial juggernaut gave Nephara an irreplaceable trump card in its relations with others. In a more human sense, the two nations had increasingly blended more than they ever had. Millions of Eurans now lived in Nephara after fleeing war-torn Oakstone, while Eura had become the go-to place to work abroad for many Nepharans seeking more for themselves than the relatively cosy cities of their homeland.

Like every diplomatic relationship the Euran-Nepharan alliance was not perfect or without its moments of strain. Older fashioned Eurans frequently grumbled in the right-of-centre newspapers about uncouth tattooed women from Nephara spoiling the comfort blanket of middle aged Euran men (and one terrifying woman) that tended to rule the roost in eastern Rushmore. A wider group of Eurans may have developed a sudden twitch when the Nepharan government attempted to censure Bastion over its failure to peacefully lead occupied Sameba. Euran workers, used to living comfortably but not in riches compared to the smaller and on average better off workforce of their southern allies, had come to habitually disparage the thriving metropolitan cultural contribution of the Nepharan diaspora as “antipodean muck”.

This cut both ways and often Nepharan complaints were a little less of the angry old men variety and somewhat more valid; Nepharans shifted uncomfortably in their seat every time the Euran government would try to explain how it had allowed violence, shortages and displacement of civilians to lead to enormous human suffering in former Sameba in the immediate years following the war. In addition, few Nepharans could honestly say that Eura’s close relationship with Brenecia didn’t sometimes rankle. And every now and then in international affairs, just as Nephara would line up an approach or policy to a complex issue calibrated to suit its interests ideally, Bastion would either seek to help with a patronising tone straight from the corridors of Blackhall – “oh, are you sure you want to do that?” – or simply override it, letting geopolitical gravity decide who would get their way most of the time. This would leave whoever leads in Corvistone at any given time looking weak and the nation’s pride inflamed, even if only temporarily.

Even in tough times though the Euran-Nepharan alliance could fall back on the nation’s mutual love of sport. Unfortunately, international football – the main theatre of relevance for both by some distance – had become a bit of a sore spot on the Euran side. The Euran national team had hit a historic nadir and memories of the last World Cup championship were becoming dangerously close to history rather than being recent, a prospect that had caused a crisis of confidence in many Eurans that touched on deeper insecurities and paranoia about their role in the world. Nothing aggravated this growing itch more than Eura’s recent record against Nephara, who had gone from their own era of punishment not so long ago to an unprecedented streak of Copa Rushmori titles (overtaking Eura, famously unlucky and/or underperforming in the Copa for much of its history) and a second World Cup title of their own after three consecutive appearances in the greatest of all finals. In domestic football Eura had perhaps retained an edge in international silverware even with a relative decline in Euraleague’s standing that has only just balanced out, but the dominance of Nepharan and other expensive foreign stars over Euran youngsters in Eura’s biggest teams has been increasingly accused of contributing to the national team’s decline.

Lots of great teams have struggled against specific opponents; the mighty Vilita and their cousins Turori have been famously beaten by Eura quite a few times now, and other great footballing nations like Chromatika and Farfadillis struggled for some time to beat the Eurans before victories in recent years. Nephara have also struggled against a “bogey team” in the form of Sargossa (and somehow vice versa), Krytenia against Sarzonia in the old days, Audioslavia against Poafmersia in the new. The Euran record against Nephara though had become truly dire. Since Eura beat Nephara 5-2 in the group stage of Copa Rushmori 28, an eye-watering 16-year drought had seen Eura play Nephara 8 times without victory. It had started with Nephara beating Eura home and away in World Cup 79 qualifying in the aftermath of Eura’s gutting failure to win a deserved third World Cup title in the previous tournament, perhaps a sign of the Euran national team having passed its greatest peak.
Then the Cormorants kicked Eura out of Copa Rushmori 29 and it just got worse from there.

2-4 in the World Cup 84 Third Place Playoff, Eura’s last serious challenge for the World Cup title. An unusually hostile Copa Rushmori 34 tie briefly punctuated the string of defeats with a 2-2 draw en route to Eura winning their most recent regional championship. Normal service resumed at the next World Cup. Another 2-3 in the quarter-finals as Nephara went to the first of their trio of consecutive World Cup finals. Another agonising quarter-final defeat at Copa Rushmori 36, this time on penalties after a 3-3 thriller (at this point Nephara had scored at least 3 goals against Eura in every one of these games bar the 2-2). Finally, not so long ago, the latest of Nephara’s trampling victories over the same old flawed Eura who were too pretty and too obsessed with possession, even under the leadership of Skorji Oslograd, as they fell 1-0. The latest disaster followed against Kandorith and Eura were out at an early stage again. In the aftermath, every pundit rued the same old question; why can’t we beat Nephara anymore, and if we can’t beat teams like that, how can we win a tournament ever again?

That last defeat to the Cormorants was Kevin’s penultimate game in a Euran shirt. He had been distraught when everything fell apart in the subsequent match. But, amidst the latest miserable episode, one of a list of seemingly minor improvements to Eura’s trajectory could be identified. For the first time in nearly two decades they had played Nephara and only conceded once. Sure, they also hadn’t scored against them for only the second time in that period, but it was something to cling onto. Skorji had watched that game again just before calling Kevin. He knew that even if Eura beat Kiltoch in the final game and escaped the group as runners up (providing Pridnestrovia did them a favour), another duel with Nephara was on the cards. If Eura were going to break an increasingly existential hoodoo against the ultimate friendly rival, Skorji couldn’t deliver with someone between the sticks he didn’t trust. And that is why he called. Neither Palmer nor Webb would be playing in the round of 16 game, not a chance.

And that brings us to the moment we began with. Kevin was beginning to deeply regret undoing his retirement as he scooped the ball up into his grasp and away from the goalmouth that Ruby Gjasula had so ruthlessly converted into. 19 minutes gone and it was Eura 0, Nephara 1. Euran fans groaned and prepared for a long night. Their Nepharan equivalents cheekily sang out that they wished Nephara could play Eura every week. “Eura stronk!” on the world stage, but on the pitch of international football, Nephara had become a superpower in its own right and Eura was getting worryingly close to becoming a non-entity. Or so it seemed.
‘Same old, same old.’
Kevin scrunched up his face and looked down at the grass as Aranea Provost, his opposite number and Euraleague rival, patted him on the back and delivered a light hearted jibe on their way off the pitch for half time. The Nepharans could have been claimed to be thinking of the quarter-final already at this point but no-one could seriously believe they would be that complacent against a team of Eura’s alleged pedigree, no matter what the form book said.

On the other hand, the Euran dressing room was so silent at the break that it could have been mistaken for the full-time wreckage of a 0-5 thrashing. Kevin could see why. He looked around the room and realised that he wasn’t just a relic of the last generation, but of a completely different era. When he debuted at World Cup 77, Eura were past the peak of the mid-70’s but still one of the best sides in the multiverse and would duly reach a World Cup final shortly after. However, it was a team of then aging greats like Craig Sinclair, John Spartan and Kris Campbell. They were gone before long and shortly after the long winter against Nephara began. Even so, Eura still had some great players and continued to be competitive in the latter stages of the World Cup and would win the Copa Rushmori again before the slump of the past few years.

Still, the itch to finally end the years of hurt against Eura’s greatest Rushmori competitor had not been realised. It was a jinx that had lasted almost his entire international career. Bona-fide Euran greats had come and gone in that time. Oscar Coltrane. Brian Bond. Scott Coles. Dion Underwood. These were players who should have won World Cups! And now who did Eura have? Some very good players, for sure, and many of the starting XI who almost all were considered world class in their own right and played at world class clubs. At international level though they had not gelled for years. The dominance of Brian Bond in tactical considerations and the proliferation of foreign players in Euraleague hadn’t helped. No longer could Eura claim to be blessed with world-beating depth. Even the famed Euran midfield was reliant on a core of four players (Rowland, Woakes, Robshaw, Bowman) on the wrong side of 30.

How could a team in such a rut relative to its historic standing and expectations lift itself when an inescapable trap of history seemed to be repeating yet again? Skorji Oslograd, of all people, didn’t even have the energy to say anything. That said it all.
No. Enough. E-fucking-nough.
Kevin hoisted his lanky figure up onto his feet and paced into the middle of the room. Every head turned to face him. He shook his head and started tightening up his gloves. ‘I didn’t want to be back here. Not going to lie to you all. I love the game but…fuck me, it has become a chore to pull on this shirt.’ He looked down at his kit, mournfully studying the Euran flag emblazoned on his chest. ‘I don’t know why. Maybe we all just ran out of steam. Because of the war. Because of all the travelling, the turnover from one generation to the next, and the next after that. Because of teams like that bloody lot.’ Without so much as saying a word, the entire room had come around to hang on every utterance coming out of Kevin’s mouth. Skorji himself was listening attentively, utterly still.

‘I can’t be the only one who feels that way then, not if you’re all looking at me like you just got bad news from the doctor. Right?’ A solemn and united nod from every player, coach and hanger-on in sight. ‘Yeah, thought so. Its shit and I hate it. We were great once, a long time ago now. And I think its time to bury the idea that we still are. I read the foreign press, and you know what? People still celebrate beating us. We’re a scalp. When we missed that World Cup with Lee in charge the multiverse practically fucking imploded. And none of them seem to have noticed we’ve been shit for years, how about that? Its time we forget the bloody hype. Total reset.’ He took a swig of water from a nearby bottle then hurled it theatrically into the showers. ‘Do you know why we used to win? Because people underestimated us. When we weren’t one of the old guard. When the neutral wanted us to win. When we were underdogs. And we felt like underdogs, even when suddenly we weren’t, like there was always something to prove.’

Kevin came to realise he had just been ranting for a good minute and had no idea if what he had just said resonated at all. It had been a straight-from-the-heart outpouring of frustration, not some planned speech. It didn’t even fully make sense. And yet…
‘Too fucking right mate!’ Moira Woakes boomed, betraying her diminutive figure compared to her teammates with her resounding vocal chords. ‘Let’s just go out there and kill ‘em. Bollocks to trying to be the better team only for them to be better and kick the tits off us anyway. Fuck our own hype. Fuck the mighty Eura. Where has that got us? Maybe if we bring back the Eura that lost to Glaser and Jeruselem and then won a fucking World Cup before long anyway, we’d all be happier and better off.’ After Woakes’ brief and foul mouthed intervention, the mood spread. Player after player got up and joined the rousing call to arms. The only one to remain seated was Monica Rowland.

Monica had more baggage than anyone on a night like this. At 35 she had led a long and hugely successful career for club and country…countries. She did not regret switching to the nation of her birth and the one that ultimately held her heart. Nevertheless, it did not escape her attention that she had left Nephara just as they had sorted themselves out and Eura began to stumble. A Copa Rushmori had come her way but cynical critics in both countries would occasionally take a pop, saying she should have had several of them and a World Cup to her name instead. Although she didn’t care hugely it was a source of understandable and rarely admitted frustration.
Skorji knew that well and held a hand out for her.
‘Kill ‘em?’
She took in a deep breath, then opened her eyes and smiled, as if she were just trying to throw off a minor inconvenience.
‘Yeah, alright then.’
A roar went up and the not-so-mighty Eura returned to the pitch. Skorji was left on his own. For the first time in his management career he’d barely said anything and somehow it had worked wonders. He almost managed to get through the moment without congratulating himself. ‘Oh Skorji, you genius bastard.’ Almost.

Like men and women possessed by an otherworldly force, the Eurans flew out of the gates in the second half as if their lives depended on it and lay siege to the Nepharan goal after the Cormorants had more or less dominated the first half. Nephara had started to fall out of touch a bit with the Euran game with only 3 of the current squad plying their trade in Euraleague, which in recent historical terms is a very low proportion. However, no amount of familiarity would have prepared them for this. It was the kind of performance that could remind any viewer of the downside of reducing a game like football to purely statistics and cold analysis. There was a sense of urgency and maybe even courage to the Euran game, a combative spirit that broke from every failed orthodoxy Eura had previously stuck to in their numerous defeats by the Cormorants. For the first time since anybody with teeth in their mouth and colour in their hair could remember, Nepharans were having to withstand Eurans clattering them off the ball and reaching every last tackle, rather than the other way around.

When the pressure finally told and Stewart Robson was able to bundle home a short-range finish from a Woakes cross, Nephara took decisive action. Bruhn was hauled off and Basilisk thrown on to partner Gjasula and break the Eurans before this could go to extra time. This was not arrogance, it was justified self-belief; Eura had bottled every moment of truth against their Rushmori rivals for years and, if they could just create one more chance, there was no reason why it couldn’t happen again.
It almost happened. Reed with a deadly whipped cross to the back post, Basilisk there to head it down, Gjasula can’t reach it, but Lothaire Cromwell is there to drive home a rebound header!…and Belgrave, the oldest player on the pitch, reaches out and tips it over the bar with a scarcely believable save. It all happened in the blink of an eye. Rovena Stride kicks the post. This was the victory lap final tournament of a woman who has scored a World Cup winning goal and yet she was very clearly treating this Copa just as seriously as any other.

Shortly before the final whistle Eura brought on Adam Woodman for Isaac Tomlinson, moving Woakes up front with Robson with Bowman, Woodman and Malone playing as an attacking midfield three in a 3-5-2. Every minute of extra time played out like some bizarre switched-bodies comedy. The Nepharans played against their stereotype and looked more like one of the great Euran teams than Nephara, stringing together effortless moves of flowing passes and exploiting gaps with ferocious speed (though, of course, it’s not a fair stereotype as Nepharan football is physical but undoubtedly thrilling and attack focused). With that came very Euran weaknesses. Players would come unstuck with the ball at their feet for just a second too long or overplay a move that eventually breaks down when someone just needed to take a shot.

The Eurans, to put it bluntly, played like a Nepharan tribute act. Adam Woodman dived over Stride’s leg looking for a penalty just a minute after an uncharacteristically aggressive Belgrave had squared up to Basilisk for an alleged dive of her own. Tackles were flying in, with Jack Menard lucky to avoid a red for an elbow on Rook Timekeeper and a high tackle that nearly flattened Gjasula. But they echoed the great Nepharan teams of the past decade and before in their unfailing pursuit of every last opportunity and total fearlessness, with even the most cliché Euran short pass specialist Tanya Green finding Robson with a jaw-dropping 40-yard ball just seconds after regaining possession. At 1-1. In extra time. In a Copa Rushmori knock-out game against Nephara! There would be no sideways passing today. Robshaw and Rowland were a midfield pair operating on another level, combining the best of their Euran and Nepharan qualities from playing in both countries.

Belligerence and stirring persistence was not enough to win the game the way it is supposed to be played. Eura would take Nephara to penalties and Kevin Belgrave, hero of a winning Copa Rushmori final penalty shootout, was up first to deal with one. Here came Cromwell, the box-to-box midfielder to end all box-to-box midfielders. He stepped up, put his foot through the ball and sent it screaming into the top-
‘NoooAAAH, fuck!’
Kevin’s aging – sorry, “experienced” – shoulders didn’t like absorbing the shock of hitting the turf as he dived the wrong way, but the blow was softened by the ball having its own impact with the crossbar. A miss to start for the Cormorants. Eura’s answer to Cromwell, Robshaw, stepped up. Provost walked past Kevin without looking at him. She was not in the mood for any light sledging now. She stood ready on her line, muscles tensed, ready to go, ready to crush dreams.
Robshaw hammered it into the top corner.

In the stands quite a few Euran fans were just starting to allow themselves to believe. They knew this would be massive if Eura could go all the way. The stakes felt lower for the Nepharans given their scarcely believable successes in the Copa’s of the past decade, although even the most hardcore fans couldn’t claim a penalty shoot out wasn’t nerve wracking. In came Gjasula.
Bottom left-hand corner, no problem. Kevin punched the grass after going the wrong way again. ‘Bollocks!’ he shouted to himself. Gjasula said nothing and walked back to the middle. Robson came next and dispatched his own penalty just beyond the reach of Provost, who was very unlucky not to reach it. That made it 2-1. And now it was the hour of Latona Basilisk. She marched up to her mark with venom in the eyes, part of an immensely cocky routine that was known the world over. Basilisk smiled at Kevin. He could read the subtext; her stare was practically burning it through his head. I’ve got the better of you before and now its going to happen again.

She skipped in and drilled a fierce low strike left of centre, the kind of thumping drive that usually would be enough to beat a keeper in a shootout even if not nearly in the corner.
Kevin, though, was no average goalkeeper. He read what was happening the moment she shaped up to shoot and a couple of decades worth of top-level experience kicked into action, prompting him to instinctively shift his weight to his right and push off powerfully, but not quite as powerfully as he would if this were going anywhere near his right-hand post. The ball kept low and almost fizzed under him, but Kevin was able to dig it out with his right hand almost bending backwards to do so, nearly squirming free of his grasp only to stay on the right side of the line in a vice like grip. Basilisk held her head in her hands. Kevin let out an almighty scream, and then another when Woakes made it 3-1. Belgrave could do nothing about the next penalty – Stride laced one into the top corner with what could have been the final kick of her final cap. However, because of Nephara’s two misses, Eura could now win the shootout with another goal.

It had to be Rowland, of course. Monica.
She steadied herself and glimpsed at Provost. The world’s best goalkeeper grimaced back at her, the most miserly and brilliant of her kind and determined to fight to the very last.
Monica briefly glanced right towards Kevin, who was waiting patiently outside the box. She took another deep breath and resolved not to make him dive for another. This one had to count.
It’s just a firmer pass.
She exhaled, took a second, then jogged towards the ball and struck it cleanly. The penalty was not enormously powerful – it did not need to be. In a serene state Monica had placed it perfectly in the bottom right-hand corner, leaving Provost with an impossible job of trying to reach it. She tried as hard as any keeper could and did not succeed.
Eura have won their share of penalty shootouts in the past. They have always been celebrated with aplomb as they should be. This time was only slightly different in that Monica and Kevin, who would normally embrace with their teammates, sprinted straight into the Euran fans behind the goal and celebrated like they did when they were kids. And before long the entire team – and a topless Skorji, of course – had joined them.
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Runner up: WC60, WC72, WC78, CR16, CR20, CR32, CR44, CoH51, COH79
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Yue Zhou » Tue Nov 23, 2021 12:09 am

Note: "Sporting Buddha" is a rough translation of the Yue podcast, whose name in Yue is 体佛 ("Ti-Fo"). Definitely not a reference to anything.

ZW: “Welcome back to Sporting Buddha podcast! I’m Zhen Wuxi...”

TJ:: “...and I’m Tong Jiewen, and this is a special episode to react to Yuezhou's comprehensive defeat of Oberour ar Moro in the Copa Rushmori."

ZW: "That's right! The 3-1 victory means that for the second time in Yue history, the Dragons have found their way into the quarterfinals, and after four straight wins, optimism around the team is higher than ever."

TJ: "For sure. Eura will certainly be a tough draw in the quarterfinals, but there's hope that Ken Hayabusa's eclectic new style of Yue football will be enough to get his team to a historic semifinal."

ZW: "And they certainly have the momentum on their side. Four wins on the bounce, featuring upsets over Savojarna and Darmen and culminating in a 3-1 dismantling of Curtis Théberge's team, have Yue fans thinking the Copa could be coming home to Nangang."

TJ: "Of course, the traditional center of Rushmori football. Wuxi, in your opinion, what was the key to tonight's win?"

ZW: "I think it was over within thirty minutes, when we were 2-0 up - Oberour ar Moro play a heavily attacking 4-3-3, somewhat like ours, but we ripped theirs apart almost immediately."

TJ: "Absolutely, and that's just indicative of a high-quality manager, when your plan A works so well. I especially liked that second goal - it was sort of a mix of the old and the new school in Yuezhou under Hayabusa's tenure, and I think we'll see more of that going forwards."

ZW: "That's right. You had the pace and power of the counterattack that we've seen under past managers, Zhu Aiguo shoving Taran Bele off the ball and playing a sweet ball through the lines to Li Jing. Li pushes hard, finds Luo Dan on the left flank, and Luo whips it to the opposite post for Huang Shedong..."

TJ: "And then you get the Hayabusa influence, the focus on retaining possession instead of taking a risky shot from a tight angle. Huang works it back to Diadora Reeve on the underlap, Reeve sends it diagonally to Li Jing, Li slips through and finds Liu Huiying, who's been so good as a playmaker and an offensive hub...and then Liu pings it through onto the run of Wen Xiaohui for her first Dragons goal in a while."

ZW: "Absolutely beautifully worked, that's for sure. The best part is, the two sides of the game generate opportunities for one another, as Oberour ar Moro fell back in the nick of time but found themselves immediately dragged back out of position by the sudden shift in play."

TJ: "Of course, our opponents had some fight in them still, as that late 2-1 goal indicates."

ZW: "Possibly a symptom of tired legs, something we can't afford against a team like Eura."

TJ: "Don't take too much credit away from our opponents. There was a gap in the defense, for sure, but Kast le Bufetier made a beautiful diving run to slip past Jiawei Chuan and get on the end of Breut's pass, and that finish...perfectly weighted, top corner, left Lu Qiang with no chance."

ZW: "That's when the old Dragons might've stumbled, you know, slipped into an equalizer."

TJ: "But not Hayabusa's."

ZW: "That's goddamn right. These Dragons go for the kill. Hayabusa finally gets around to his substitutions - Tao Beiliang's fresh legs in midfield, and the dynamite Zheng Yuanjun on the right for Huang - and within five minutes they've killed the game off again."

TJ: "I sort of saw shades of that late chance against Savojarna, when we could've gone up 2-0 against the Northlights - but this time we made sure it would go in."

ZW: "Certainly a similar setup, with Luo receiving from Wen, making a run inside, then slipping it back for a drifting Zheng. But last time, she was too passive and tried to feed Liu Huiying, which was blocked. This time? Straight through le Duc's arms. 3-1."

TJ: "Almost start-to-end dominance, barring a few slip-ups around the hour mark, and obviously the goal."

ZW: "Certainly bodes well, don't you think?"

TJ: "Well sure, but, you know...it's Eura."

ZW: "Darmen was Darmen. The Northlights were still the same team that beat us four straight Copa Rushmoris. This team doesn't play by those rules."

TJ: "It'll at least be interesting to see how we set up against Skorjiball. We've played surprisingly defensively against Savojarna, and Hayabusa may choose to give similar respect to our quarterfinals opponents."

ZW: "Hayabusa has definitely shown an ability to adapt to his players and opponents' structures and set up for success. He's no zealot - we've shown all kinds of victories, from a defensive slugfest against Savojarna to a shootout against Guanacasteca to a balanced, especially possession-inclined approach in the Round of 16. I'm sure whatever he does against Eura will set us up properly."

TJ: "Well, I was hoping to drill down into that more. Oslograd sets his team up in a 5-3-2 formation, somewhat unusual for Eura given their history as a footballing superpower. It's cynical and defensive, with ruthless counterattacking. Sound familiar?"

ZW: "Sounds like the YFA will be hitting him up after Hayabusa, maybe."

TJ: "They certainly haven't been a fortress during this Copa, though. They've conceded eight through four matches, including two to Kiltoch and Pridnestrovia, and inexplicably three to the Gatchingerrak Union. They really slumped into a Round of 16 against Nephara - only for their best performance of the whole Copa to show up in a shootout victory over Nephara, of all places."

ZW: "They've certainly tended to play to the level of their opposition. Our history as a defensive-oriented nation may cause them to underestimate us on the attacking front, however, and they've been vulnerable against worse attacks."

TJ: "At the same time, we need to recognize that we're still growing into the new system. And Savojarna also had a relatively defensive system, conceding just twice so far after a commanding victory over Cassadaigua, when we set up relatively conservatively against them. That seemed to work out pretty well."

ZW: "Hayabusa's going to stick to his guns, especially in such a big moment. I can't see anything other than this match's 4-3-3, maybe with Guo Xiawei rotated back in after serving his suspension."

TJ: "We didn't change formations against Savojarna either. I think we'll see a similar 4-3-3, but with Yuan Mingrong continuing as a CB, and a more counterattacking style of play than what we saw here."

ZW: "Coming up next, we preview Eura's starting lineup and make our predictions for an exciting quarterfinal. But first, a word from our sponsors..."
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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Trans-Dniesters » Tue Nov 23, 2021 1:57 am

Taras Lakrov knew that he would never forget his first encounter with the aliens occupying the Southern Province of Ceroat until the day he died.

It had felt like a million years ago when Taras was once one of the best stock car drivers Ceroat had ever managed to produce. He, along with Pyotr Lavrentiev and Rustam Ilyich Yudin, had once been Ceroat’s representatives to the biggest stock car competition in the whole universe, the NationStates Stock Car Racing Association, or NSSCRA. The three of them had once had big dreams of showing the rest of the multiverse just what Ceroat was capable of in the field of racing, but all those dreams had been shattered when word reached them that all funding for their team, Motorsports Ceroat, had been pulled by the government for unspecified reasons. And that might have been the end of the story for all three of them had their talents not been noticed by some of the very teams they had once competed against. Pyotr went to Saint Kanye and Skip Stiller Speedworks while Rustam was picked up by Urotovsky-Gatutin Motorsports, a Pridnestrovian team racing under the flag of Abanhfleft. Meanwhile, Taras flew under the figurative radar, and he found himself out of a drive that fateful season.

With all flights in and out of Ceroat suspended for no apparent reason, Taras had to make his way back to his home country by hitchhiking and stowing away on ships. By the time Taras returned to Ceroat, he was greeted by a nation torn apart by petty warlords. All semblances of a functioning central government from Ragusapolis, the capital of Ceroat, had seemingly vanished without a trace, and the rule of law had been replaced by survival of the fittest. Within a few days of his arrival in this new Ceroat, Taras had been pressed into the service of a small-time warlord who has himself subservient to a stronger one, specifically the rogue Ceroatian Army Colonel Edwin Chudovsky. The smaller warlord recognized who Taras was and put him to work driving trucks and technicals, and that was what Taras would end up doing for a few months before this smaller warlord was defeated by an up-and-rising movement seeking to reunited the fractured elements of the country, the Movement for a United Ceroat.

The leader of the Movement for a United Ceroat was Miroslav Riley, and he also recognized who Taras Lakrov was, so he offered Taras a place in the Movement. Riley told Taras that unlike the other warlords in the area who were only interested in controlling their little piece of Ceroat by any means necessary, the aim of the Movement for a United Ceroat was to restore order to their country, eradicate all of the warlords, and restore power to the central government in Ragusapolis (even though neither Taras nor Riley were aware if the government was still in Ragusapolis or even existed in the first place). Miroslav Riley looked like he was an honest man and dedicated patriot who only wanted to see his country restored to what it was before the Chaos struck the nation, and Taras wanted to do the same for Ceroat, so he agreed to join the Movement.

But the Movement for a United Ceroat remained for all intents and purposes a guerrilla movement working against the other warlords until the Democratic People’s Republic of the United Socialist States of Pridnestrovia, through careful negotiations between their Foreign Ministry and Committee for State Security and the Movement’s leadership, agreed to send “advisers” to the Movement to assist them against the other warlords. Those “advisers” turned out to be an entire army division, specifically the 50th Motor Rifle Division of the Pridnestrovian Army. Pridnestrovia also gave weapons and vehicles to the Movement, ranging from truck transports to actual tanks, and it was this kind of support that the Movement for a United Ceroat needed to actually carry out their primary goal of reuniting Ceroat. The combined forces of the Movement and the Pridnestrovian 50th Motor Rifles had managed to defeat the bulk of Edwin Chudovsky’s forces in the Battle of Bigelow Airport, resulting in the first substantial victory by the Movement for a United Ceroat and the capture (and eventual execution) of Chudovsky’s second in command William Andrews. The victory at Bigelow Airport would set the stage for the Movement’s expansion and eventual capture of the city of Novy Nish from the warlord Gennady Ivanovich Belov, and once Novy Nish had been named temporary capital by the Movement, Pridnestrovia recognized the Movement for a United Ceroat as the new legitimate government of Ceroat.

Pridnestrovia’s recognition of the Movement as the new legitimate government of Ceroat allowed the former to deploy additional units to assist the Movement in its campaign to restore order to Ceroat in the form of the 247th Guards Armored Division. Elements of the 247th Guards Armored had been attached to the newly formed First Assault Brigade, of which Taras Lakrov had become part, and it was this combined Ceroatian and Pridnestrovian force which crossed into the Southern Province of Ceroat in what was now known as the First Southern Province Offensive. Despite rapid initial gains, the first offensive quickly collapsed once it was revealed that the Southern Province had been overrun by alien machines known as “tripods” which were armed with deadly “heat rays” which were capable of reducing a whole person into nothing but dust and the clothes that they were wearing. Taras could still remember the first time that he had encountered one such tripod. He had been driving an armored personnel carrier provided to the Movement by Pridnestrovia when he heard that scarily distinctive foghorn that had now become universally recognized as a sound meaning “you’re screwed”. Taras had barely had time to get out of his APC and run away before the entire thing exploded due to the heat ray.

To this day, Taras didn’t know how he had managed to survive the tripod’s attack. He didn’t escape unscathed; the explosion from the APC tore up his left arm and leg to the point that they had to be amputated, and shrapnel from the explosion had also rendered him blind in his left eye. But according to what they knew about the tripods and their heat rays, Taras shouldn’t even be around to tell the tale. He should have been turned to dust like so many other unfortunate Ceroatians and Pridnestrovians in that first attack on the Southern Province, but here he still was. Was it because he still had a purpose in life left to do? There were certainly a lot of things that Taras wanted to do now, but one thing he knew he wouldn’t be able to do anymore was drive. He might still be able to drive a truck or an ordinary road car, but getting back behind the wheel of a stock car was right now beyond the realm of possibility for him. There were just some things that Taras would not be able to feel through his prosthetic arm and leg anymore, things that he would most certainly have felt and still feel had he still had use of his original limbs.

One of the first memories that Taras had after waking up in a field hospital in Novy Nish after the disastrous attack on the Southern Province was of a white-haired Pridnestrovian colonel general with a massive chin visiting the hospital ward where the few survivors of the First Southern Province Offensive were recuperating from their wounds. Taras remembered the colonel general walking up to him and presenting him with a medal, the Order of Muktarbariyev, “for skillful and remarkable survival against overwhelming enemy force.” The colonel general pinned the medal to Taras’s chest for the cameras, and then when that was done, the general removed the medal and placed it into a box, which he then placed beside Taras’s pillow. The colonel general then walked over to the man in the bed next to Taras, a man whom Taras would later learn was the general’s son.

Miroslav Riley, who by this point had taken on the rank of Commander of the Movement, appeared a few hours later to bestow another medal to Taras. This one was a Ceroatian medal, the Order of Grand Duke Zvonimir I, named after the first grand duke of a united Ceroatian state. The Order of Grand Duke Zvonimir I was the highest honor that could be bestowed upon a citizen of Ceroat, whether civilian or military, and Riley had awarded it to Taras “for uncommon bravery in the face of an overwhelming foe.” Taras didn’t know what to feel with regards to having been awarded those medals. He wondered if he had actually deserved them, or if he had only been given those medals because he had survived when so many others had died.

In those nights where Taras was unable to sleep, either due to the phantom pains from his lost limbs or the memories of that tripod attacking him and his men, he got to know the man next to him, the son of the Pridnestrovian colonel general. His name was Mstislav Vsevolodovich Pankavuranov, and he was the son of Colonel General Vsevolod Leonidovich Pankavuranov. The Pankavuranovs were a family of noted tank commanders who had served with the Pridnestrovian Army since the first war with Ixania from 1941 to 1947, and there were currently three generations of Pankavuranovs serving in the Army’s armored divisions. Mstislav was the latest Pankavuranov to shed his blood for his country, but it wasn’t the first time that he had been injured in battle. This was actually Mstislav’s fourth tank-related injury, with two happening during the Second Pridnestrovian-Ixanian War of 2002-05 and the third during the failed Pridnestrovian intervention in Nordskania. Mstislav was an Army careerist, while Taras was a civilian who had been dragged into fighting for his country due to unfortunate circumstances, but despite this, the two of them became friends, and Taras couldn’t help but admit that he was saddened when Mstislav told him that he would have to go back to Pridnestrovia to continue his recuperation once his wounds healed up.

That was five months ago. In that time, Pridnestrovia had finally managed to develop some sort of microwave weapon that could disrupt the alien tripods’ force field shields, which then allowed the Ceroatians and Pridnestrovians to take them out with conventional weapons such as rockets, guided missiles, and tank shells. Through that time, Taras had remained at this field hospital learning how to walk with a false leg and to manipulate objects with his prosthetic left arm. This particular night, Taras was preparing to turn in after another grueling day of walking around the halls and corridors of this hospital with his new peg leg when he heard an alarm ringing throughout the hospital. “What’s going on?” he asked one of the nurses. “Are we under attack?”

“No, Captain,” the nurse replied, referring to Taras by his military rank within the Movement. “We just need to secure and shield our equipment because of an incoming EMP.”

“An EMP? That’s a bad thing, isn’t it?” Taras didn’t know a lot about military weapons but he did know from movies that an EMP was not a good thing.

“It’s one of ours,” the nurse said. “I mean, it’s from the Pridnestrovians. They launched an EMP at the Southern Province for whatever reason, and now we have to be prepared in case it fries our own electronics too.”

“But why would the Pridnestrovians launch an EMP at the Southern Province now?” However, before Taras could get an answer, a bright light suddenly appeared outside his window. Taras shielded his eyes from the glare before he carefully made his way towards the window to look outside. It looked as if a new star had burst into life in the skies right above Ceroat, bathing the entire city of Novy Nish in its bright and eerie light. “My God,” was all Taras Lakrov could mutter at the sight before him.

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Copa Rushmori 39: Hispinas face defending Copa champions at Vigano
Copa favorites Nephara, Mytanija, and Cassadaigua crash out at Round of 16

VIGANO - Hispinas have reached the quarterfinals of the Copa Rushmori for the fourth consecutive time, after a very close finish against Nyowani Kitara at La Plancha in Piedramarilla which ended 4-3 for the hosts. As reward for the win, they will face the most recent winners of Rushmore's premier regional football tournament in Sargossa, which beat Mytanija 3-1 despite the Hoops led by Lev Repin building up a monumental run at the trophy despite losing to Graintfjall in the final matchday of the group stages.

Alfonzo Medrano's team remained unbeaten in their home turf after defeating Bollonich in Mandrid to open the tournament, then defeated Isle Noire at Cebuenas to secure their ticket to the Round of 16. Another win against Astograth at Lirio confirmed the group winners tag for the Hispinos with Hibai Berriz scoring the solitary goal in the 49th minute. The player from Errege Iparekialdeko has lit up the scoresheets for the Golden Sealions, topping the goal scoring charts for Hispinas at 5 goals this tournament, and he will be a marked man when the Corsairs try to continue their title defense against the hosts.

This is the fifth time the northeastern-most Terranean nation will face the archipelago in the northern portion of Oygruppen, with the two squads splitting the wins. Their first meeting was during the quarterfinals of the 37th Copa Rushmori when Hispinas made history as they beat the then-three time champs, 3-1 at Spartagrad's Olympic Stadium in Eura. One edition later, the squad in blue took one back against the orange-kitted ones, the same scoreline in Mytanija's Stadion Prizren in their route to their fourth title in the semifinals of the 38th edition.

The rivalry between the two Rushmori nations started to intensify during the latest World Cup qualifying campaign as both nations were grouped with each other in Group 13, with the Corsairs winning a narrow 4-3 result against the Sealions at the Estadio Generalissimo Joaquín Delgado in Soluca. The reverse fixture in Mandrid's Estadio Nacional en el Castillo produced a nine-goal match, with the home side scoring two-thirds of those goals, and elicited a raucous and rowdy Hispino supporters and ultras, almost to a point of numerous riots in the streets. The fanfare of them meeting again for the third Copa running had forced the Royal Civilian Guard to install heavy security around the Provincial Stadium and the vicinity of Vigano to avoid any injury between the fans of the two sides.

Medrano is confident of another semifinals appearance, but is very cautious of the Sargossan side hungry for a fifth Copa Rushmori crown, and has a selection headache to decide on, as at goal, he would prefer the recently-overseas player Elpidio Campoy who kept a clean sheet against Bollonich, but did not see action in the next three matches for the Hispinos. On the other side, Natalio Londono has been the staple of Hispino between the sticks as he had shown in the Astograth match, but having leaked many goals prior to this match after conceding three against Nyowani Kitara, the manager may put the Sportiva Montelcampo at goal for this crucial match.

In other results, Eura was able to defeat Nephara on penalties despite their Copa campaign almost taking a turn for disaster after failing to win their first two matches. The Eurans march on to face Yuezhou in the quarterfinals at Lirio, Cassadaigua on the other hand lost their round of 16 encounter against the Savojars at Vigano, which the Northlights will face Pridnestrovia next at a cold evening in Seviguio. Astograth and San Ortelio complete the quarterfinals lineup after defeating their respective round of 16 opponents.
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Hispinas 1–4 Sargossa (scored by South Newlandia)
Yuezhou 1–2 Eura
Astograth 5–0 San Ortelio
Savojarna 1–3 Pridnestrovia

Semifinals Fixtures
Sargossa vs Eura at Stadion Maskagrad, Mascardo
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One week had passed since the EMP detonated in the skies over the Southern Province of Ceroat. Thanks to the timely alert from the Pridnestrovian command-and-control center in Novy Nish, many electronic equipment had managed to survive the effects of the EMP, but some, especially the newer ones, weren’t as lucky. The EMP also caused a surge in the power supply that damaged other equipment such as the field hospital’s air conditioning system. When before the wards could be kept at a constant temperature thanks to the field hospital’s AC, right now they had to rely on electric fans to keep their patients cool through the humid autumn nights.

One of those patients was Taras Lakrov, the stock car driver turned freedom fighter. He had spent the whole week after the EMP practically cooped up in his own bed. He had wanted to go out there and help out the hospital staff as much as possible with resetting their equipment after the EMP blast, but he also knew that his current condition precluded him being able to help more than hinder anybody. Once again, he bemoaned the loss of both his left leg and left arm to the ill-fated attack on the tripods in the Southern Province. Not only did that result in him not being able to race cars alongside his friends Pyotr and Rustam anymore, he was now also unable to help anybody in his current situation, and in truth, that made him hurt more because he felt that his injuries and disabilities had rendered him all but useless as a human being.

And now, because his new friend Lieutenant Colonel Pankavuranov had gone back to his native Pridnestrovia to recuperate, Taras had nobody else to talk to about his feelings, or anything else for that matter. The other patients who had been in the ward with him when he first arrived had now been discharged back to their respective units or brought into intensive care. Patients came and went, but they never stayed long enough for Taras to get to know any of them. But he did manage to pick up gossip and chatter from those patients when they were conscious enough to talk. It was through those soldiers that Taras learned that the EMP appeared to have had a bigger effect on the aliens in the Southern Province than the combined Ceroatian and Pridnestrovian force fighting to retake the province. The soldiers said that when the EMP detonated in the sky, the aliens’ tripods all suddenly stopped working and fell to the ground. It didn’t matter if those tripods had been damaged previously by human weaponry or were still intact; once the EMP arrived, they all collapsed. Any other time, Taras would have found such stories far-fetched, seeing as he had been a first-hand witness to their destructive capabilities, but as more and more soldiers went in and out of the ward saying the same thing, Taras was slowly forced to accept that maybe there was a grain of truth to their stories.

Taras was able to pick up another rumor during that time. In the dead of night, when Taras was just lying in his bed with his eyes still open, he heard more than saw the arrival of three wounded Pridnestrovians in the ward. They weren’t wearing the standard combat uniform of the Pridnestrovian Army, but they did have Pridnestrovian-issued armor and combat webbing. And they almost exclusively spoke in either Ukrainian or Russian, which was similar to Ceroatian in some ways but radically different in others. And from what bits and pieces of their conversations that he could understand, Taras learned that they had managed to take pictures that proved that the rogue warlord Edwin Chudovsky was actually an assimilated human. How long ago the aliens had taken the real Chudovsky and turned his body into a vessel for one of their own, nobody knew. But they believed that this was the reason why Chudovsky had proven to be a surprisingly slippery target that had managed to evade capture for so long. Taras also heard talk of Chudovsky setting up a trap for the Pridnestrovians, but that was as much as he could gather from their conversations.

Then one night, just as quickly as they were brought in, the Pridnestrovians were taken right back out of the ward to recover and recuperate somewhere else, leaving Taras alone once again to stew in his own thoughts about what he had just learned. The longer this campaign to reunite Ceroat went on, the weirder things seemed to get. Everything had been much simpler back when all they had to worry about was another warlord taking over territory held by those loyal to the Movement for a United Ceroat. Now, they had to deal with tripods and heat rays and alien assimilators along with the other warlords who were still operating in the Northwestern Province. At least it looked as if the aliens were all confined in the Southern Province, and had not yet spread themselves elsewhere. And with the EMP apparently having knocked out most if not all of their tripods, their potential expansion into other areas now seemed even more unlikely.

Taras was thinking about what could have happened to his friends Pyotr and Rustam when he heard someone ask him, “Are you really Taras Lakrov?” Taras turned around to see a thin blonde-haired woman and a taller brown-haired man with a thick beard standing beside his bed. They were both wearing olive plate carriers with Velcro Ceroatian checkerboard patches in the middle of the chest over civilian clothes, immediately marking them out as members of the Movement for a United Ceroat.

“I still am, last time I checked,” Taras replied as he turned around to face them. “And who might you two be?”

“I’m Rachel Kirilenko,” the woman said. “And this is my lieutenant, Eduard Vladislavovich Lambert. Let me just say, I am a huge fan of yours! Back when you were racing, I mean. The first race I ever watched live was the Potentina 400 four years ago. You know, the one that you won.”

“Of course,” Taras said with a smile. “How could I forget about that? If I recall correctly, that was my fourth win that season. Fourth out of seven, in fact. I really should have won that season, if only I hadn’t been overtaken by Justin Orlov in the last race.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I also believe you should have won that season,” Rachel said.

“And how about you?” Taras asked Lambert. “Do you have any favorite drivers of your own?”

“No, not really,” Lambert shook his head. “It’s not really my thing. But the captain here dragged me along to see you, and since she’s my commanding officer, I couldn’t say no.”

“So, what brings the two of you here?” Taras asked.

“Actually, Captain,” Kirilenko said, now referring to Taras by his rank within the Movement, “we’re here on official business. I just wanted to get my own personal business out of the way before, if that’s all right. Anyway, sir, the Commander wants to invite you to take a tour of the Southern Province with him.” The Commander was Miroslav Riley, the de facto head of the Movement for a United Ceroat.

“What? Really?” Taras asked. “Did he say why?”

“He didn’t say,” Lambert replied. “All he told us is that he wants you to tour the frontline with him.”

“Well, that’s strange,” Taras muttered. “What’s the state of the frontline in the south, if I may ask?”

“After the EMP knocked out most of the aliens’ tripods, we’ve been able to make rapid advances and gains into the south,” Lambert said. “But because of the nature of the, um, aliens, we’ve had some difficulties securing all the towns we’ve taken. There’s only so many infrared cameras you can bring to the front with you to scan for the assimilated, but we have to do it because we don’t want a repeat of what happened in Tertje Istrije, do we?”

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard about what happened there,” Taras nodded his head. “It must have been terrifying, not knowing who was friend and who was foe.”

“Yes, sir, it’s just as bad as you think it is,” Rachel nodded.

“So the Commander wants me to tour the frontline alongside him, huh?” Taras said, almost to himself. “Normally, you two would have had to force me to follow along, but I feel like I’ve been slowly losing my mind just lying around in this hospital. I need to get some fresh air in me, and fast. Now if you two will excuse me, I need to get dressed.”

A few minutes later, Taras walked out of the ward wearing a black turtleneck sweater and olive cargo pants, along with an eyepatch to cover his ruined left eye. He was still getting used to walking around with a prosthetic leg, and thus he walked with a very noticeable limp. “Do you need help?” Rachel Kirilenko asked him as he walked out of the hospital ward.

“No, no, I can manage,” Taras shook his head, waving off help from her or Lambert. Nevertheless, the two kept themselves close to Taras just in case he fell over. But Taras didn’t fall over, and he managed to make it to the green UAZ-3162 parked outside the hospital. Taras managed to get into the UAZ with some difficulty, but he did it without help from either Kirilenko or Lambert. Then, once Lambert had gotten behind the wheel and Kirilenko rode shotgun, Taras asked them, “Where is the Commander now?”

“We don’t know,” Kirilenko replied. “But our orders were to take you to Navis.”

“Navis? That’s right outside Ragusapolis, right?” Taras asked. “That’s how far we’ve managed to advance in one week?”

“See what the enemy not having tripods with heat rays does to an army offensive, sir,” Lambert nodded.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go meet the Commander!”

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EBC NEWS POLITICS LIVEBLOG – Results of referendum in Euran Oceania Territories flooding in
- Live coverage of trio of referenda taking place in Eura and Euran Oceania Territories. Edited by Wilbur Anderville
- Three exit polls predict tight result in E.O.T
- Voting has not yet ended in former Sameba and Euran electoral system contests
- High turnout expected as Territories decided regional future
- Unrest in former Sameba, some polling stations closed for security reasons


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00:10 – We’re still considering the remarkable outcome of those three exit polls, but we are about to get a result from the first electoral county of 90 to report tonight. You can watch the declaration live on our live stream of EBC One above.

RESULT – East Stoneport – AO 56, ANAIA 44 (Turnout 87%)
Wow! A high turnout in the first county to report. AO supporters will be pleased to win a majority of the 353,503 votes cast but this result was not unexpected. Stoneport has three electoral counties representing around 1.3 million people; East Stoneport represents the town itself (which is the biggest non-city settlement in the country). West Stoneport, which represents some of the suburbs and nearby rural areas, will report shortly.

Our elections and polling expert, Professor Simon Roe-Barnes, comments on EBC One: ‘An expected result in terms of who got the majority in East Stoneport, however, this is expected to be one of few pro-AO strongholds on the coast. The AO campaign will be pleased to have a positive start but might have been expecting a bigger win here.

00:14 – As a reminder for our viewers, this referendum is decided by total votes cast across the country and not by who wins the most electoral counties. The electoral county system is simply a mechanism by which the election authorities split up the vote counting into more digestible chunks. So, conceivably, one side could win the referendum with less than half of the counties won, as long as they get bigger majorities in the ones they do win (and therefore a higher vote total overall). See? Simple!

00:15 – Ok, West Stoneport is coming in already. Here we go…

RESULT – West Stoneport – AO 51, ANAIA 49 (Turnout 90%)
Exceptionally high turnout yet again and a wafer-thin majority for the AO campaign. They lead the national ballot but are they winning enough in what was expected to be a strong location?

Professor Simon Roe-Barnes on EBC One: ‘I’m not sure I would be happy with that if I were the AO campaign. Stoneport is one of the few big settlements they’re expecting a majority from. But they still have a coastal city to come in Milenol/Judgetown where hopes are high, so certainly no need to press any panic buttons yet.

00:19 – Another early result is about to come in from the northeastern town of Holden-on-Sound, an “Expatville” – a nickname for new towns and cities established by the Euran government and private entrepreneurs after the formation of the Territories. Bakermouth is the largest with a population of 2 million. Holden-on-Sound is predicted by most analysts to lean for Anaia like much of the northeast of the Territories, due to close connections with Anaian countries and in particular a large Audioslavan diaspora.

RESULT – Holden-on-Sound – AO 41, ANAIA 59 (Turnout 85%)
That’s a comfortable victory for the Anaia campaign in Holden-on-Sound, their first of the night.

00:21 – They’re coming thick and fast now. Wozinitz, which is a bit of a toss up, is reporting as I type this...

RESULT – Wozinitz – AO 47, ANAIA 53 (Turnout 89%)
...and it has fallen on the side of Anaia by a narrow but noticeable margin. That’s a very encouraging result for them.

Sam Pearson at the Anaia World Is Possible! (AWIP) campaign headquarters in Fligsive:: ‘For the first time this evening we’ve got some noise here at AWIP HQ. They were expecting Wozinitz to be virtually a dead heat so this is an excellent result, though slightly tempered by a feeling that they could have won Holden-on-Sound by more.’

Katie Green with the Let’s Go AO! (LGAO) campaign in Magnaeus:: ‘I just saw a senior member of the LGAO campaign team visibly wince at the Wozinitz vote, where the AO campaign put in a lot of effort. They are not the only person here to react with worry. But there is a long way to go yet.’

00:25 – A long way to go indeed. We are not expecting a final outcome until 09:00. Do feel free to strap in. Next we’ll be heading back to the motherland to find out what the mood is in Bastion.

Francis Buchanan, EBC Chief Political Correspondent, on EBC One from Bastion: ‘The main focus of the major Euran political parties tonight is former Sameba, where polls are about to close, and on a wider referendum on the Euran electoral system. Nevertheless, most of the big hitters in Bastion have an eye on the “Expats choice”, as some call it. The Unionist and Capital parties are both rallying for opposite sides, the former for Anaia and the latter for AO.’

‘The opposition Social Party seem profoundly relaxed about the whole affair which they clearly feel is a win-win situation for them – an opportunity to portray the government in every negative way they can. The governing Liberals, however, are thought to be deeply anxious at the prospect of a tight result in E.O.T predicted by three different exit polls. They had hoped for a decisive result either way to make it easy for them to follow through on the outcome. But if the result is too close – say, under a percentage point – and the government is faced with a crisis in what to do next, and possibly ends up on the wrong side of the former Sameba vote, there will be serious questions asked about whether Prime Minister Ian Smith will have a mandate to stay in office.’

‘Smith allegedly chose to run these votes to delegate potentially unpopular decisions directly to the people, hoping this would eliminate any risk of his party and premiership carrying the can if things go wrong. Instead this campaign has become a punishing ordeal from Smith, a damage limitation exercise with an uncertain outcome.’

RESULT – Gateshead – AO 50, ANAIA 50 (Turnout 80%)
Well this won’t cheer up the Prime Minister by the sounds of it – almost a dead heat in the marginal county of Gateshead, with the AO campaign winning just a few hundred more votes from the 321,475 cast.
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Champions: WC66, WC73, CR23, CR27, CR34, CoH 85, Market Cup I, Next Generation Trophy, Gold Medal (Mens Football) Olympics IX
Runner up: WC60, WC72, WC78, CR16, CR20, CR32, CR44, CoH51, COH79
Host: CR24, CR37, BoF60, CR Under 21's and Under 17's



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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Astograth » Thu Nov 25, 2021 9:02 am

Piarres Erke smoked alone on his balcony over Mandrid. They’d won. He deserved it. The metropolis twinkled quietly below. Tomorrow they’d be out again, to Vallezul. To play a semifinal, against Pridnestrovia… the reds would surely bring a large contingent, being so close to Hispinas. They’d be playing away, like against Hispinas themselves. No matter, the magic boxes were working. 5-0! Erke couldn’t remember a result like this against any team worth its salt. It was Astograth’s biggest win ever at a Copa Rushmori, according to the journalists, and facing formidable opponents – San Ortelio were no pushovers.

It had been Epherra and Karazatorre’s night, two goals each. Neither was willing to show clemency, the former gunning for the impossibly distant top-scorer record, the latter still recovering from a calf injury and desperate to get back in scoring form. Self-interested as they were, they had learned to play to each other’s strengths. They were on a level with the strike partnerships of old, of Kiriano & Churin, though not quite Sarlange & Ormache. The bulk of the merit was Louis Vaudrail’s, no doubt, but Erke could not help but feel proud to have contributed.

Erke flicked through his memories of the night and the tournament, reviewing the state of his squad. A self-debriefing, herbal cigarette in hand. Working backwards from the front… Erdokiain had come on for Karazatorre at the end. The kid was doing well. He’d scored the opener against Isle Noire, and seemed to be regaining his confidence. Karazatorre had taken him under his wing, to a point. Anseoteori, on the other hand, remained goalless across all his caps. True, Erke hadn’t given him a start yet – but why should he? A great guy, a friend even, but the striker seemed adrift since his attempt to move out of AC Olarria flopped, with no buyers interested. Morale in the gutter, lacking goals, wrong side of 30… Erke would have to check his options ahead of World Cup 90 qualifying. There was Yokin Arana in Valanora, of course, but domestically also Peyo Isamendi at Ituraitz, Teyo Menbieye at Victory, and Mogel Galdiano at Arkamo, among many others. A long line of forwards happy to kill for Anseoteori’s spot.

On the second line behind the strikers were Ishimoda and Malkorra. Both doing very well, the creative engines of the team making inroads down the middle and the flanks. Neither had scored this Copa, however, which concerned Erke slightly, and Malkorra’s age continued to show. His designated replacement, Galharretborde, had needed to relieve during most matches. Beyond that, Malkorra was proving himself a capable captain on the pitch now that first captain Doyenard sat out most games. An elder statesman of the game, years in the Zenith and his captaincy of Aries Chariots shining through in his soft touch and easy smile, enough to disarm any aggression. Part of his job was also helping Erke manage disappointment in the squad – and discontent was brewing within Eskuin Nekol, benched to make way for Ishimoda. The winger was a proven player from an elite club, and having a hard time adjusting to being second choice once more.

Further back in midfield, Muhaburu… would be leading the celebrations out on the town tonight, no doubt. Erke had assigned his assistant Buruchaga to go with the lot and keep a close eye, lest the debacle after the win against Southwest Eastnorth be repeated. Muhaburu hadn’t scored this time, at least, so perhaps it would be tamer. His partner had rotated quite a bit throughout the Copa, as Erke attempted to find a suitable combination for each opponent. Against Isle Noire, Hispinas, and Southwest Eastnorth it had been Bergara, opting for a more conservative approach. Against Bollonich, Bailo, someone who could hound the opposition up and down the pitch, on attack and defence. Today, against San Ortelio, it had been Gambor, with Erke taking a gamble by fielding an all-creative midfield. It had been… a Gambor, if you will. Erke chuckled alone in the breeze.

At right-back, Echeberz had grown from being merely ‘dependable’, a forgettable addendum to the rest of the squad, into a highly respected mainstay. You could count on Echeberz, and his name was slowly becoming a byword for rugged trustworthiness. What’s more, under the magic box system he’d discovered he had something of an eye for goal – with his opener against San Ortelio, it was now 4 goals he’d scored between this and the last Copa. Echeberz had played the three most important matches of the tournament, including today, with the other two being opportunities for his understudy Oxarra Peira to show what he could do. There was something about Peira that Erke personally didn’t like, but wasn’t able to put his finger on it. Just something… disagreeable. But the boy had played well, no faulting that. He could grow into an adequate replacement for Echeberz, though it had become increasingly obvious that Echeberz’s quality was not ‘above-average’, but truly exceptional. On the other flank, Martel was an inattentive brat, yet he somehow retained the essence of what Erke wanted to do and deployed it brilliantly. He was a defensive stalwart and an offensive threat, exactly what the system demanded. Generous, too, with Urtzumu Ganzarain, who did not back down from the challenge of facing Hispinas – even if the result was a loss for Astograth.

Of his centre-backs, Erke was most impressed with Irakusne Hecharri. She had done well in qualifying, but now thrust into the starting spot she had not backed down an inch. If anything, she strode forward head held high. Undeterred, unintimidated. According to Buruchaga she had just sacked her agent as well, and was now shopping for both a new agent and a new club. Surely there was more than one scout tonight at the Estadio Metropolitano, keeping tabs – and Royal Ibarbe would not be keeping her for long. Her partner, Labeaga, had matured into a more level-headed defender than earlier in his career, though still a Muhaburu-level disaster in his spare time. Part of that was surely the fact he was now a regular starter – there wasn’t as much to complain about as when he sat by the touchline. Andia, who’d been his partner at Royal Rumiatzi, was not a bright man, but useful – he was not the ball-playing centre-back that Erke would love, but still top quality. Enough to stay on for World Cup 90 qualifying, probably. One who maybe wouldn’t return was Mogel Doyenard, still technically captain but showing his age. This was his time to pass the torch – with the Copa in hand, hopefully. And behind them all, Gentza Bedigax was a wall. Everything about him was gruff, from the beard to his thick accent from the southern Mendebal.

They’d be gone to Villazul tomorrow. Semifinals, once again. The most important match of his life, again. Erke put out the cigarette, and got to work.

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Ex-Nation

Postby Hispinas » Thu Nov 25, 2021 9:47 am

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Semfinals Results


Sargossa 1–0 Eura
Astograth 1–1 Pridnestrovia (1–2 AET)

Third Place Playoff
(scored in 24 hours*)
Eura vs Astograth
at Bag-ong Natad, Cebuenas

Copa Rushmori 39 Final
(scored in 48 hours*)
Sargossa vs Pridnestrovia
at Estadio Nacional en el Castillo, Mandrid


* - Scorination will be 6 hours after in case both participants have been RPed before cutoff.
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Compulsory Consumerist State

Postby Sargossa » Thu Nov 25, 2021 4:15 pm

A significant portion of the stadiums forty thousand fans were off their seats. The sudden attacking thrust had started them on their upward trajectory. The moment of individual skill used by Alfonso Barrueco to trick his way past covering centreback Jack Menard did the rest. Just like that the Sargossan wingback was in space in the Euran penalty area, with Vance Simm in his sights. He gave the keeper the eyes before, in a moment of uncharacteristic selflessness, slipped it to his right where Mateo Manzanares lurked. Simm hadn’t been fooled in the slightest, comfortably shifting his weight to face the new threat. Everyone was on their feet now. The Stadion Maskagrad experienced a slight vacuum as tens of thousands of fans, neutral and bias alike, sucked in a gasped breath. How many millions repeated the motion back home in two of the continent’s most populous nations is anyone’s guess. A cagey semi-final had just reached its big moment. The ball was in the Euran box and rolling inexorably towards the most clinical striker of a football in all Sargossa. He struck it.

He scuffed it. Ironically that’s probably what proved decisive. Simm is a shot stopper of the kind of calibre that wears the number ‘1’ for the Euran national side. The quality speaks for itself. And he was ready for the conventional shot. But not for the shinned effort that screwed wider than expected and wobbled into the bottom corner. Manzanares disappeared under a pile of his teammates. Brian McAllister punched the air as staff and substitutes went mad around him. A particular percentage of the crowd roared. With twelve minutes to go Sargossa led in the Copa Rushmori semi-final.

Which is surprising when you think about it. It wasn’t that long ago that the reigning Copa champions saw a two goal half-time lead evaporate in the opening group game against San Ortelio. Only a late double save from Alejandro Martínez prevented the opposition completing their remarkable comeback. A single point was put on the board. But a disappointing run of just one win now extended into an eighth match. There was those even saying the unthinkable, that the tenure of the Copa winning coach should probably end. After all, his three bites of the World Cup cherry had all ended in heartburn. Or possibly heartache. Certainly the Corsairs had edged that little closer each time. Culminating in that playoff defeat to Kelssek some months ago. But the greatest show on turf ultimately happened to other people.

Then something transpired. Two things, actually. One on the pitch and one off of it. Firstly a member of the national team’s communications department got the boot. Ruth was, and presumably still is, a Gen-Z-er of Candelariasian descent who made TikToks or some such. Because youngsters get to enjoy football too apparently. Unfortunately, Ruth also seemed to have inherited some of her forbear’s snotty attitude towards their more rustic neighbours. A post suggesting that your average Lussolavizzovian wouldn't even hesitate before engaging in some kind of carnal congress with a turnip briefly appeared on an official Sargossa National Team social media account. It was promptly deleted but the damage was done, and young Ruth just had to go. Also, the team started winning.

It’s hard to see how these two things are connected. So, they’re probably not. But the now ruthless Corsairs were scything through sides like they’d just remembered that they’re the current holders of this competition. The Askari Union were brutally dispatched, before Eastfield Lodge were consigned to their traditional group stage exit. Then came Mytanija, a nation that have posed huge problems for the Corsairs in previous encounters. They’ve put five or more past Sargossa on three separate occasions. They’re a problem you see. But still the run went on. A couple of set piece goals laid the foundations for the win, before a break late-on allowed the experienced Alonzo Bienvenida to administer the coup de grace.

Then came the small matter of Hispinas. Two years ago Sargossa and Hispinas clashed at the semi-final stage. The Corsairs had emerged victorious on that occasion. But that had been in Mytanija. Here in the historic environs of Vigano the hosts would be looking to avenge that defeat and would have the full backing of a vocal home crowd. And perhaps that proved the problem. Because with a vocal home crowd in a knockout competition comes a huge weight of expectation. And under that weight the Hispino charge wilted dramatically. For Hispinas the journey was over. For Sargossa, there was a semi-final date with the mighty Eurans.

A semi-final, you may recall, that the Corsairs were winning. Bienvenida was withdrawn, with experienced midfield battler Esteban Pomar taking his place. When Víctor Miralles replaced Diego Alejandro Costa the side were effectively playing with a flat back six. Shutting up shop had become the name of the game and the Eurans failed to react to it. Skorji Oslograd's side are exceptional on the counter but when forced onto the offensive his charges struggled to break free of the defensive shackles he has coached into them. The heavyweights ultimately couldn’t find the attacking impetus to threaten the now acres deep Sargossan defence. In that odd paradox the final moments flew by for those of a Euran persuasion, and barely moved for those in Sargossan colours. But slowly, eventually, the final Euran flurry came to naught and Sargossa moved into the Copa final for the eleventh time.

Where there will be a clash of dictatorships. With Emparán’s greed-is-good autocracy fronting up to Stepanenko’s commie paradise. Something that would have caused a small sigh of relief among the fans, for whom the prospect of a potential final against Astograth was too much to bear. Admittedly the Corsairs record against Olibondeka is improving. Moving from catastrophic to just plain bad. But they remain opponents to be avoided wherever possible. Fortunately Pridnestrovia took them out of the equation entirely. Not that Pridnestrovia should be in any way underestimated. Two years ago in Mytanija, Sargossa defeated Cassadaigua in the final. We also lost to Pridnestrovia in the group stage. So they are more than capable of denying the Corsairs a record tying Copa victory. The date is set, the nations are ready. Let the trophy fall where it may. All that remains is for someone to head north and make sure the Polarians have got their telly switched on.
Champions: Cup of Harmony 41 / Di Bradini Cup 13 / Copa Rushmori V / Copa Rushmori XIV / Copa Rushmori XX / Copa Rushmori XXXVIII / Copa Rushmori XXXIX
Sargossa at the Olympics


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