Sparky's Stance
Question of the day: What the heck happened to Jonah Calhoun in that goal he gave up against the Democratic States of Fenbar?
My answer: He just got beat, plain and simple. No need for excuses, no need for alarm. The forward came up with confidence, lost Von Helz, who was covering him, and buried it to the corner of the net. It kind of shocked the team, for certain, but it isn't the end of the world to give up one goal. Especially not when that one goal kind of awakes your all-star Goalkeeper and the rest of the squad.
I am speaking, of course, of the eighth minute goal given up by the usually reliable Calhoun, which was then followed by eighty-two minutes of sheer dominance by a rejuvenated Flames squad. Ivan and Fantasia brought up the ball through the wings, gave it to Isaac, Jane, and Hilary, who pressed it forward to Quincy and Nadya. Result: Three goals, one by Nadya on a header off of a free kick (which was taken by Isaac of course), one by Hilary on a driving shot right before the half, and the third in the second half off the left foot of Jacques, who came in to give Fantasia a break. (Interesting formation resulted, by the way)
I have to say, if conceding a goal fires them up this much, I wouldn't mind if Jonah gave up more goals. They played like crazy people out there. The intensity was apparent on their faces, and the result speaks for itself. I suppose we should thank the Democratic States of Fenbar for slapping the face of the Flames for a wake-up call. Hopefully, we won't need too many of them.
Now comes a key stretch of games - first against Amstaad & Bierlin, and then Ossidiacqua. These two matches, and the two again in the second leg, will truly determine whether Yesopalitha makes it to the all-important winner-to-World Cup proper game or not. For that is the goal of the Flames, for now.
Jacques looked sharp out there today. The kid has a bright future. Looking forward to him play out there for years to come. Not that I don't want any of the Starting XI to retire yet, of course... But it's never too early to start thinking of the future, is it?
It's an exciting time in the history of Yesopalithan Football. And I love my job, reporting on it.
Sparky out.
Maharamba in Wight
Although the King of Uncertain Dimensions had wanted to leave Maharamba the child-assassin in that forsaken island for three days and then pick him up, the demon-child had other ideas. After he had drunk his fill of the blood of the rodents in the island, Maharamba swam - yes, he could swim so far since Vampires don't need to breathe - to the nearest land, which ended up to be the peninsula between the cities of Spit and Fall.
Glad to be out of the King's Court, and away from any prying, judgmental eyes, the child-assassin went to the nearest village, and terrorized the poor kids there by scaring them with his teeth. As the children scampered off, screaming at the top of their lungs, the demon-child said to himself, "Now, isn't that the best music ever played? To me forever this place will be called "Screaming Pit", for the glorious noise heard here."
Before the local officials could catch him, the child-assassin turned and ran, hoping to make it to the city of Fall and cause even more problems than he had had already.





















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