Tumbra 3-1 Pemecutan
TMB (4-2-3-1): 1 - Nick Barker; 2 - Ryan Hughes, 4 - Stephen Kerr (14 - Ashburn, 66'), 5 - Harry Henderson, 3 - Nigel Harris; 6 - Trudy Harrison, 8 - Vincent Hicks (16 - Andrew Fisher, 75'), 10 - Phil Cole; 7 - George Hilton (17 - Valerie Wells, 75'), 9 - Robin Vaughn, 11 - Nick Riordan
TMB scorers: Nick Riordan (16'), Phil Cole (37'), Robin Vaughn (88')
Player of the Match: Robin Vaughn [TMB]
Tumbra's second upset of the World Cup would see them come out on top over rapidly-rising stars Pemecutan, as they were put to the sword by a vintage performance from Tumbra's main attacking trio. The game, however, would start off more shakily for the Black Eagles than any of their three group stage matches; with Leo Olivando, one of Pemecutan's stars whose stock has risen dramatically since their run to the Finals two years ago, scoring first in the seventh minute. An uncharacteristic mistake from Nick Barker after a superb shot from the young Pemecutanian would lead to him spilling the shot into the Tumbran net. It would be the first goal Tumbra conceded at this edition of the World Cup; ending his run of clean sheets and putting Tumbra in real danger for the first time this tournament. Despite Barker's mistake, the goal would still be counted as one for Olivando; and Tumbra's difficult task was made harder, just ten minutes into the game.
The Black Eagles would strike back, however; within ten minutes Nick Riordan would strike back with a goal of his own. A cross from George Hilton would meet the striker's head, and send it past Aksabala Jandisuga after just six minutes to tie the game. Tumbra would hold the game from then; a remarkable reversal of fortunes from when the game just began. Trudy Harrison in particular was praised for her presence all over the pitch; her heat-map after the game was widely shared as a quintessential example of just how good the box-to-box midfielder was. It would be her relentless pressing that would deprive Pemecutan of control over the midfield, starting many a counterattack and allowing Tumbra to press further up the pitch than the Eagles normally would; as a result, putting much more stress on Pemecutan to try and break out of it. In the end, Tumbra would once again take the lead in the thirty-seventh minute of play, with a Phil Cole near-post shot.
Tumbra, with the lead and confident that there wouldn't be many more defensive lapses on their side, eased off the gas a little bit; Harrison was advised, too, to save energy for the second half. The second half would see Pemecutan attack, attack and attack again; the Kitara AA star, Dewa Putu Mahardika, would have a clear shot on goal that was brilliantly parried by Barker in the eightieth minute, as the White Mynahs sought to come back into the game. Yet, it would be the Black Eagles' Captain Tumbra Robin Vaughn who would come through in the end; getting on the end of a Valerie Wells low cross to finish the third goal and put the game's result well beyond doubt.
The win represents Tumbra's felling of their strongest-ever opponent; the second-in-the-world Pemecutanians toppled the record set by the fourth-ranked Vanorians just three matches ago. That record, however, may yet be toppled after just one more match — as the Black Eagles' next opponents are none other than The Holy Empire.
The top-ranked team in the entire world.
The Holy EmpirePrevious Appearances: 61 First/Latest Appearance: 1/90 Best Result: Champions (5x - 48, 60, 62, 69, 90)
Captain: Constantine Lascaro Key: Juan Tzimisces
vs Tumbra: Quarter-Final @ Háttmark
DÉJÀ VU — Tumbra has been here before.
It ended up being a 2-3 defeat to the juggernauts of world football, Stephen Kerr's seventy-fifth minute goal against the Imperials failing to produce the needed third to force an extra thirty minutes of play. In hindsight, it was probably the most normal team the Empire had put out in a while; a brief look at the annals of the World Cup reveals the veritable wealth of...teams that have turned out for the Empire. A team of the Great Old Ones, previously thought of to only exist in the words of authors. Jumping lima beans. A cloud of fog.
This time, however, the Empire have put out a team of something is terribly wrong. They are people as you and I would understand them, of course; they have two arms, two legs, two eyes, ten fingers and all the other human-related bits but something is terribly wrong. They have sprouted extra body parts after little parasites, it seems, which renders the previous sentence somewhat inaccurate; they do indeed have two arms, two legs, two eyes, ten fingers and all the other related bits. The only qualifier needed here is that they now have at least two arms, two legs, two fingers, ten fingers and, uh, a bit more of some of the related bits. Tumbran parents have reported their kids crying after unpacking stickers containing the Holy Empire's team in the little football albums, claiming something is terribly wrong.
Of course, Juan Tzimisces — he of the present, past, and forever — has denied claims that anything is terribly wrong with his team. Reactions to this in Tumbra have been mixed; some accept that the long-serving football coach's explanation, some rubbish it and claim that the The Holy Empire's team requires medical attention, not to be thrust onto a football pitch, while others have been strangely drawn to the substitute midfielder Andronicus Cantucazeno's...features. Still others claim that nothing is terribly wrong with The Holy Empire's football team, or the Empire in general; that instead of being located in another realm, they are simply located far, far away; or that they can't even see anything terribly wrong with the Empire's players, insisting that they are perfectly normal humans with two eyes, two legs, two hands and almost every other regular feature of any human being, and nothing more.
The human mind goes a very, very long way to rationalise what is going on around them. The Great Old Ones could've been men in costumes, as were the lima beans. The fog? Just a weather condition that masked the actual players for the Empire. Juan Tzimisces' Eleven from World Cup 87? Just eleven people who looked perfectly like Tzimisces, achieved by plastic surgery or were just born that way, and who changed their names via deed poll. This batch? Prosthetics, more lurid plastic surgery; any explanation that could possibly preclude the existence of concepts that simply do not make sense becomes clung to, like a safety net. Two years ago, we wrote that Tumbra's encounter with the Holy Empire would be a journey off the placid island of ignorance into the black seas of infinity, in which Tumbra was not meant to journey far. Two years on, that journey resumes; but hopefully with a better outcome for the Tumbrans than previously.
After all, they did beat the world's number 2 team.
PREVIOUSLY ON DEFENDER MEETS MIDFIELDER
Straton has proven to be considerably more welcoming than Kingsbury for world-class midfielder Trudy Harrison; but naturally, she's still nervous about having dinner with her boyfriend's (who's also her team-mate, and world-class defender Stephen Kerr) family. Even more so, now that she knows that Stephen's sister, Stephanie, is planning to reveal that she's in a relationship with a girl at the same dinner. As the sun sets on another day in Tumbra, how will dinner with the Kerrs go? And is Charles Harrison truly out of the two's lives yet?
Straton
As Trudy Harrison ate, it became increasingly obvious where Stephen had gotten his cooking talent from. Sylvia Kerr had gone all out for her children's homecoming; and there was a lot of food, even for six people. The vegetables were perfectly sautéd; the snapper in the middle of the table was grilled to perfection, and the meat was oh-so-soft (though she had shyed away from the eyes, which Stephen's father Bertram relished with aplomb), the steamed eggs the perfect temperature and consistency; the rice soft and fluffy. It took a bit of time to get used to the chopsticks, and she felt Stephen snigger slightly when she dropped yet another piece of tofu; but every time, he would pick it up for her and place it on top of her rice, for her to eat.
The atmosphere, though, was palpably tense; sitting opposite Stephen and Trudy was Stephen's younger sister, Stephanie; and the lady who was presumably her girlfriend, Helle. Both the two had been remarkably quiet since stepping into the Kerr household; and they'd politely rebuffed most attempts at conversation, the two of them huddled together on the sofa. Trudy noticed the two of them holding hands whenever Sylvia wasn't looking, but quickly stopped whenever Sylvia came into the living room to talk to any of them. They'd stopped entirely once Bertram had come home; he'd made some pleasantries with the three of them in the living room, but was otherwise in the kitchen, helping Stephen and Sylvia with the cooking.
Glancing across the table, Trudy saw Helle and Stephanie exchange skittish glances at each other, still afraid of what was coming up. Stephanie looked much like Stephen; her shoulder-length hair ending in a calming shade of aqua, her round-framed glasses accentuating her face nicely. Helle's rush of blond hair set her apart from the rest of her dining companions; but apart from that, too, she struggled with her chopsticks.
In the end, it was Sylvia who decided to break the silence; after pointedly asking how the food was, and receiving nods of affirmation from everyone around the table.
"Well, uh, how about you tell us about your guests, both of you? Stephanie?"
"Uhh...maybe after Stephen," while shooting a pointed glare across the table.
"Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure." Stephen kicked into gear, smiling widely. "Mom, Dad, Steph, Helle," he said, acknowledging Stephanie's girlfriend with a nod and a small smile, which was duly reciprocated. "This is, uh, Trudy."
"Hi." Trudy waved.
"Uh, I'm not sure whether any of you follow football, but Trudy is my team-mate at my club. I play in defense, she plays in midfield. Uh. We met each other when we went for the Under-18 World Cup, all that time ago; and, uh..."
Stephen looked at Trudy and inhaled before continuing.
"We've been going out for a while, now, and I thought today would be a good time to tell both of you that we're official. Uh...Yeah."
Sylvia smiled almost immediately; Bertram, on the other hand, remained rather po-faced. Trudy glanced, worried, at Bertram; then a kind smile emerged on his face.
"I'm proud of you, Stephen; and, well, you two look very good together. I don't follow football much, but, uh, I've tried to follow your club, Stephen; and I've always thought that you, Trudy, are an excellent footballer. I'm glad you and my son are an item; I think you'll be a good fit for him, and I hope he's been a good fit for you so far."
"Uh, yeah! Yeah, he has. He's been with me through...a lot. A lot of things." Trudy felt Stephen's hand grasp hers, and squeeze it thrice; she squeezed thrice in return. "Yeah."
Chromatika. The league. Feelings. Kingsbury.
"A lot of things. And I'm very grateful for that."
"Are you living together in Chromia? I heard rent there is pretty crazy."
"Uh, yeah!" Stephen jumped in. "She moved in after we started dating."
"Mhm! Rent is fairly high there, yeah. We live together."
"Well, I think your dad and I now know where we're going on our next holiday." The table shared a laugh. "You two look very happy together, and I'm very happy that you two have found each other."
"Thanks." The atmosphere around the table had warmed significantly; presumably this was something that Stephanie and Helle had wanted. Trudy sneaked a glance at the two of them, and her suspicions were proved correct; the expressions on their faces had lightened considerably, and they looked way more relaxed than at the start of the evening.
Sylvia, still smiling, turned to Stephanie and Helle.
"How about you, Stephanie? What about your guest today?"
"Uh, well, this is Helle...I met her while studying in Serrapince."
Helle nodded.
"Before we go on, though, there's something I gotta tell you. Mom. Dad."
"What would that be?
"I...uh..." stuttered Stephanie, the usually-confident art student at a loss for words. A quick glance at Helle, though — almost similar to the one Stephen gave Trudy — and she found the strength to continue. "Well, uh, Helle is my girlfriend. I've been in a relationship with her since senior year. And, uh, yeah. I'm a lesbian. I've known since secondary school, but I was too scared to tell anyone, except, well...Stephen. That's what I wanted to tell you."
"Oh, Stephanie, that's wonderful. I'm happy you found someone to love."
"R...really?"
"Yeah. We're just happy that you're with someone that makes you happy."
"To be honest, Stephanie, we did have our suspicions that you weren't really that interested in boys for a while. It took us a bit for us to understand what that meant, but in the end we came to the conclusion that as long as you're happy with who you are and who you're with, we're happy with that too. And you certainly seem happy with Helle."
Stephanie's face lit up, as she glanced at Helle and both her parents, who were both smiling. "Oh my God. This...I didn't...I...Thank you."
Trudy had volunteered to do the dishes; partly a way to let Stephen rest after the evening he'd spent cooking, and partly a way to be nice to her hosts. Sylvia had tried to stop Trudy from doing it, but Stephen had told her to just let Trudy have at it. She was joined by Stephanie; who'd was presumably trying to get away from the hubbub of the living room; but she suspected Stephen's sister was also trying to get to know her better.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"So, big night, huh? You finally coming out to your parents."
"Yeah. I mean, I was terrified that it wouldn't go well. But I'm glad it did. Y'know? I'm glad I get to finally, heh, be myself. Remaining in the closet did get kinda suffocating."
"Stephen told me...I'm glad it went well. I'm glad to see you being able to be yourself. I get that." Trudy grabbed a plate from the sink and began scrubbing.
"Yeah. Stephen told me a lot about you. Kinda why I'm here. Y'know, I'm proud of you. I know, we've barely met, and we don't know each other, and this is a lil' strange to say to someone you've just met, but good God does your dad sound like an absolute bitch. Don't worry. I didn't tell anyone. But I'm proud of you for staking your own path."
"Thank you," she quietly said. It felt nice to have her decision backed up by someone. "Wait. How much does Stephen tell you?"
"Relax, it's only the basics. You should've seen him before you confessed to him, though. God, I was trying to help him through his indecision every day! It was really funny. Really sad, too. But mostly funny."
"Eh?"
"Oh. He kept talking about how great you were. How pretty you were, how much of a good friend you were to him. He didn't want to confess to you because he was scared that if he did, he'd mess everything up. I'm glad you took the lead, if I'm being honest; if you hadn't done so, I think he'd still be trying to figure things out. He loved you. Well, he still does; that much is very obvious. I'm not one to say this normally, but treasure him. Urk. Saying those words felt weird."
"I know." A soft smile emerged on Trudy's face.
"Y'know, go and join him. He's out in the front garden. I'll do the dishes. No, you won't be able to convince me. You're literally a guest in his house. And my parents love you. No dish-doing required to get them on your side."
"Alright." Headstrong as Trudy was, she knew that Steph only had her best interests at heart. "Thanks, by the way. I really appreciate it."
"Don't mention it. After all, you're basically part of the family now."
Trudy found Stephen in the front garden of the house, staring silently into the night. Approaching from behind, she put her arms around him; then kissed the top of his head.
"Hey there, cowboy," she said in a low voice. "How's it hangin'? God, I can't —" she coughed "Yeah, no, let's forget I ever did that."
Stephen laughed. "Didn't expect you to come out here. Thought you were doing the dishes and all that."
"Steph told me to come here, spend time with you. Y'know, I could ask you the same thing. Poor old Helle's being bombarded with questions in there."
"I know. It's just...actually. The ground's dry. Have a seat?"
Tentatively, Trudy dropped to a squat and felt the ground with her hands. After confirming it, she sat down, and leant into Stephen. Stephen put his arms around her.
"Okay, bear with me. Right." Stephen inhaled and exhaled, evidently trying to phrase his words carefully. "You know how on our last night in Kingsbury, Charles said something along the lines of 'be careful what you wish for?'"
Stephen felt a nod hitting his chest. Gently, he continued.
"I've been thinking about it ever since. Well, dinner aside, which went pretty well, but I kept thinking about it. I mean, he's a pretty powerful guy. He could do...well, pretty much anything. I mean, Aurora's probably the biggest media group in the country."
A bit more burrowing into his chest.
"And, well, I'm...I'm not one to doomsay, or whatever. But I need you to be prepared. Both of us will have to be. Okay? Because I get a feeling this isn't over yet. Even with the fifty million. Even with you not being part of his family anymore. Actually, that's...what I'm most scared of."
"What?"
"You're not part of the Harrisons. Not anymore. Listen, I've been doing some digging online — okay, it was ten minutes — but the one thing that newspapers in this country refuse to report on was your family. Nothing about your mom. Nothing about your dad. Well, nothing negative, anyway. Nothing on the sort of thing John Ashburn experienced when it turned out his brother was an alcoholic, and he'd been trying to keep it secret. Trudy. Do you see where I'm going with this?"
"No...not particularly."
Another deep breath. "Well, until two nights ago you were a Harrison."
"Mm-hm."
"The media refuses to report on the Harrisons."
"Right."
"Well, you're no longer a Harrison. We cast off that last anchor. We're in danger now. He knows we're in a relationship. Who else knows? My family. The Chromatik dressing room. That's it."
Trudy's heart began to sink.
"But now that he knows that we're together, and since you're not under his protection..."
"Fuck." Trudy unwrapped herself from Stephen's arms. "I can't believe this is happening because of me. I made a mistake, didn't I? Oh God."
"It's not because of you, Trudy. You made the right choice, and I'll support you wholly." Stephen remained resolute and calm. "We...we just have to be prepared for the eventuality that our relationship is going public."
"I don't want it go to public...I've put your family in danger, now. Stephen, I'm a danger to you. I don't know what to do."
"You're not a danger to me. I'll be here with and for you, whatever happens. I'm ready. We'll all be here. And I've got a few ideas."
"What...what do you suggest we do?"
"We could beat him at his own game."
Lineup for The Holy Empire vs Tumbra, World Cup 91 Quarterfinal
Starters: 1 - Nick Barker; 2 - Ryan Hughes, 5 - Harry Henderson, 14 - Ian Ashburn, 3 - Nigel Harris; 6 - Trudy Harrison, 16 - Andrew Fisher, 10 - Phil Cole; 17 - Valerie Wells, 9 - Robin Vaughn; 11 - Nick Riordan
Bench: 12 - Andrew Taylor, 13 - Victoria Jones; 18 - Nicholas Moss, 4 - Stephen Kerr, 19 - Chris Carter, 20 - Raymond Perry; 8 - Vincent Hicks, 15 - Mark Finnemore, 23 - Susan Monaghan; 7 - George Hilton, 21 - Lynne Crossley, 22 - Bruce Nolan