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Sargossa
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Postby Sargossa » Sat Oct 10, 2020 3:59 am

For the first forty five minutes Sargossa claimed victory, running out 2 – 0 winners. Poafmersia won the second half by the same scoreline. The only winner in the added half an hour were nerves. This wasn’t the group stage anymore, where mistakes could potentially be corrected. Here any gaff could undo all the hard work of the past six fixtures. Simple passes went astray. Players looked sideways and backwards instead of the probing balls forward that might unlock the defence. Caution was the unusual watchword for two nations that were usually happier on the front foot.

Inevitably, inexorably, the minutes ticked away until the referee raised his whistle to his lips. Faces disappeared behind hands, groans rang out, even the notoriously loud travelling Poafmer support were momentarily silenced. A place in the last sixteen would be decided by penalties. It’s a delightful spectacle for the watching neutrals but for anyone with a vested interest the next moments were going to be an ordeal.

Both sets of players gathered by their respective dugouts. Brian McAllister and Adnan Suliaha both took the opportunity to give their charges last minute instructions. As much as they could. There was only one instruction that really counted, place the ball on the spot twelve yards out and plant it very firmly between the sticks. The coaching staff and substitutes mingled with the players, sharing words of encroachment and silently thanking whatever deity that might be passing that they wouldn’t be the ones stepping forward in front of sixty thousand fans in Pesfield. The order of takers was confirmed, the coin tosses were made the officials took their position and the shootout would begin.

The end with a big block of dark blue clad Sargossan fans was selected. Poafmersia would take the first kick. It was the Red Panjias captain Joel Haodao who took the burden, but showed a coolness that belied the occasion with a drive into the top right corner that left Alejandro Martínez without a prayer. Substitute Diego Cazalla stepped up for Sargossa, something that seemed to cause some consternation on the bench. Corsairs coach Brian McAllister had suddenly become familiar with a quirk of Sargossan football, the inversion of the penalty taker line up. Assistant coach Miguel Marí and Elite Football Director Luís Molina were trying to explain the benefits of McAllister’s fifth choice penalty taker taking the opening Sargossan kick. Their point may have landed better had Cazalla not smacked his penalty against the post. The look McAllister gave Marí could only be described as withering.

The tension would ease somewhat when Martínez guessed right to deny Nero Wood, before Adrián Fonseca levelled the shootout. The Sargossan momentum continued when the trailing leg of Martínez blocked Whitney Rios’ effort. Tomas Murillo, a late substitution made with penalties in mind, put the Corsairs in front for the first time. Simone Gori equalised. Diego Alejandro Costa edged the Rushmoris ahead again.

With the score at three penalties to two in Sargossa’s favour up stepped Hansel Tang. The Advance Alara forward had to score, and she earned the loudest roar of the night from the Poafmer faithful as the ball ripped into the back of the net. Three penalties apiece. Poafmersia had taken their five, Sargossa were on four. And here’s where that little quirk comes into its own. With one kick to secure passage into the last sixteen it was the nation’s first choice penalty taker César Goyoso who placed the ball carefully on the spot. He took four large steps backwards, the referee blew his whistle and Goyoso struck his effort in off the inside of the post.






SSM | Sargossan State Media

International Edition - Sport



Poafmersia Pay The Penalty


Blanco Borrayo reports;


The decision to re-seed the Cup of Harmony field after the group stage had proven an excellent choice by the organising committee. For the excitement of the viewers at least. For the nation’s involved in had thrown up some intriguing and problematic encounters. Rightly it was the heavyweight clash between Sarzonia and Taeshan that garnered all the attention. But over in leafy Pesfield two more of the top seeds were butting heads. Fifth ranked Sargossa came into the match on the back of five straight wins that had seen the Corsairs top Group C. The seventh seeded Red Panjias had a rather bumpier journey. They had sat out the final round of matches, nervously waiting to see whether their eight points would be enough to see them scrap through in Group G. Vdara would overhaul them on that final day but Saltstead didn’t quite do enough. Poafmersia advanced by the narrowest of margins. But group stage form meant nothing now.

Although for forty five minutes it had appeared that group stage form meant everything. The men in dark blue were pinging the ball around with confidence, scything through their opponents seemingly at will. Mateo Manzanares continues to look like one of the finest striking prospects to emerge from the Sargossan Archipelago for quite some time, even garnering comparisons with the great Ernesto Farías. And he followed up his heroics against Flavovespia with another coolly taken finish, slotting into the bottom right corner after being teed up by Agustín Soria. Marcos Águila is another youngster earning rave reviews with his ability to break up opposition attacks before launching his teammates forward with a delicate range of passing. It was one of those passes that led to Sargossa’s second. He caught the Poafmer defence flatfooted with a slide rule ball that released Diego Alejandro Costa. The Ciudad Soluca forward cut in from the left and beat Sandi Jaliaha at his near post with sheer power to put the Corsairs in charge.

Four minutes into the second half the complexion changed entirely as Simone Gori rose highest to head in from Joel Haodao’s corner. Spurred on by the goal, and with Adnan Suliaha’s no doubt fiery halftime words still ringing in their ears, The Red Panjias galloped forward. Suddenly it was they in the ascendancy as Sargossa's finest seemed to wilt in the face of the unrelenting attack. An equaliser was coming, the loud Poafmer contingent in The Trees could sense it. And their noise reached a new decibel level when Haodao took advance of a mistake from Hugo Galán and beat Alejandro Martínez from close range to level the tie. But just as the drama reached its highest peak the whole tempo seem to flatline. It was as if the significance of the occasion suddenly dawned on both sets of players. They were one error away from being dumped out of the competition. The remainder of normal time became a timid affair. Extra time was even worse as both nations resigned themselves to the inevitable penalty shootout.

Different nations have different characteristics when it comes to their football. The Rejistanians and Yaforites admired defensive solidarity to an almost biblical degree. For the Bettians a clean sheet was anathema. The Starblaydis have their diamond, the Polarians had their Pythagorean. In Sargossa there’s no particularly wild footballing trait other than perhaps a fondness for a back three and fiddling about with penalty shootout line-ups.
Sargossa’s Shootout Record
P14 W10 L4
It’s simple really, we take the top five takers and invert them. Unfortunately nobody seemed to have mentioned this to new coach Brian McAllister. The Tikariotian seemed a little perturbed when his fifth choice shooter stepped up to take the first Sargossan penalty. He seemed extremely perturbed when his fifth choice shooter missed that first Sargossan penalty. He was probably more on board by the end. With nine penalties taken Cazalla had missed for Sargossa while both Rios and Gori had failed for Poafmersia. Leaving the Corsairs’ top striker of a penalty, César Goyoso, to send Sargossa through to the last sixteen. Which he did with aplomb.

Something that big names elsewhere in the tournament could not say. We were always going to lose a favourite in this round and when in form Sarzonia clashed with entirely out of form Taeshan the result was an entirely predictable 1 – 0 win for the Taeshanis. Their reward is another heavyweight encounter, this time against second seeds HUElavia. World Cup veterans Jeruselem also failed to make the cut, alongside Rushmori heavy hitters Valladares, one half of the hosting effort Ethane and two hugely talented recent arrivals on the world sporty stage, Graintfjall and Tikariot.

But attention must now turn to those who remain and their prospects. Taeshan and HUElavia are the top two ranked sides so to see one of them depart is no shame. Krytenia and Electrum are two huge names going quietly about their business. Esportiva’s Xanneria are the tournament’s most in form side, while Atlantian Oceania’s Northwest Kalactin have found some serious momentum. But back home the tipsters are putting their hard earned dinaras on one of Rushmore’s finest. How nice of them to support their mighty Corsairs I hear you say. Yeah, they’re not doing that. The top tip from back home is to place your bets on Astograth.

For Sargossa though it’s a trip to one of the beautiful game’s more unique locations, Kirkham’s Sentient Oval, for a last sixteen clash with Vdara. Continuing this competition’s theme the Esportivans are brand new opponents for the Corsairs. The Vdarans were unlucky enough to be drawn in a World Cup qualification group with both Eura and Pasarga, two of Rushmore’s very best, and consequently finished some ways off the top two places. They finished second in their Cup of Harmony group, two places ahead of our last thirty two opponents Poafmersia, and dispatched TJUN-ia in the first knockout round to reach this stage. Ranked fiftieth in the sportiverse and boasting a curious duel managerial arrangement, they will prove the toughest test yet for Brian McAllister’s side. But to reach the last eight of a Cup of Harmony the tests do tend to be tough.
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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Postby Mavinet » Sat Oct 10, 2020 1:28 pm

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RESILIENCE GOT MAVINET THROUGH TO THE ROUND OF 16
by Pham Ngoc Le

Mavinet were on the brink of elimination after a underperforming first 45 minutes in Ethane, but drastic personnel changes in the 2nd half saved the game for the Water Buffaloes. It may be said that Mavinet moved on undeservingly to the Round of 16, but a win is a win and no matter how poorly a team played, if they won, it wasn’t that poor.

Head Coach Nguyen Minh Quan caught almost everyone by surprise when he decided to play Tran Duc Vinh and Phung Thieu Van in place of the usual first-choices Vo Thanh Hai and Ho Vu Thanh Hoang. Given Duc Vinh and Thieu Van’s good performance in the last group stage match, it was reasonable to give them another chance to play and preserve the team dynamics, but in a match of high importance like this, it was a risky decision. Indeed, that turned out to be a poor choice by the time the half time whistle was blown.

Jeruselem played their usual attacking football, but Mavinet were not inferior with regard to possession and control of the match. However, Jeruselem were much better at containing the Mavinese attacks and creating dangerous chances on the counterstrikes. Tran Duc Vinh and Phung Thieu Van, despite getting multiple chances to break the deadlock in the first half, didn’t connect well with each other and other attacking players to convert. Jeruselem would be the first one to score and half of their chance was created by the messy defending at the back, which was disappointing but not surprising to see at that point as the defenders had shown signs of shakiness since the early minutes of the match. In the 33rd minute, during a Jeruselem’s attack, Lam Tri Thong mistimed his header and accidentally hit center back Ho Hung Dung in the face with hand. Both Mavinese players fell to the ground as Kate Dallas took advantage of the chaos and scored the first goal of the match.

Jeruselem successfully defended their lead for the rest of the first half with the story of ineffective forwards continued for Mavinet. Vu Tien Linh was the only positive performer on the frontline, with Tran Duc Vinh unable to create enough space in the compact Jeruselem’s defense and Thieu Van lacked the flair to make a breakthrough on the right flank. The situation was bad and Head Coach Minh Quan needed quick solutions to remedy the attacking problems.

Those solutions came in the form of Vo Thanh Hai and Ho Vu Thanh Hoang, who were sub in at the start of the second half. Defensive display still looked shaky, but with Jeruselem focusing more on maintaining the narrow lead – perhaps a tactical mistake on their part – helped Mavinet to shift to a more aggressive game plan. Vu Tien Linh, Vo Thanh Hai and Ho Vu Thanh Hoang, with their experience playing alongside each other in Mavinet’s formation in many occasions, didn’t take long to make a difference for the Water Buffaloes. Nguyen Hoai Trung Dung led an attack in the 54th minute put a perfect through ball for Vu Tien Linh. The subsequent cross ended on the head of Ho Vu Thanh Hoang on the other flank, who headed the ball backward toward Vo Thanh Hai. The striker made no mistake on the volley, blasting the ball into the net while Jeruselem’s defense was still wondering what’s happening. A superb team goal from the trio.

Mavinet’s momentum carried on and 15 minutes after the first goal, the Water Buffaloes would get the second goal to complete a lucky comeback. This time, Ho Vu Thanh Hoang was the hero. A heroic individual effort saw him held the ball in midfield, pass it to Le Luong Minh, who quickly released the ball back on to the running path of the 23 years old sprinting right winger. Thanh Hoang outran Gladys Goop and sent the ball into the far corner beyond the reach of John Simo. Jeruselem surged back up toward the late game but a combination of luck and better defending saw Mavinet pulled through at full time. 2-1 for the Water Buffaloes, and we survived to continue the fight toward the final.

The opponent waiting for us in the Round of 16 is Maccian. Another fellow graduate from the Baptism of Fire 72, Maccian needed the luck in the dreaded penalty shootout to overcome Valladares in the Round of 32. Their run in the group stage was better than expectation, qualified as group winner with 3 wins and 2 draws, scoring and conceding the same amount – 9 goals – in the process. We didn’t have the chance to play against them in our maiden tournament at Ethane four years ago so this will be a good opportunity to again see how far the teams of BoF72 have come.


Round of 32
MAVINET - 2
54' Vo Thanh Hai
69' Ho Vu Thanh Hoang

JERUSELEM - 1
33' Kate Dallas

Tran Hoang Minh recovered - will return in next match
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    Champion: Baptism of Fire 72
    Third place: Di Bradini Cup 47

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Postby South Newlandia » Sat Oct 10, 2020 3:34 pm

Fairy tale storytelling for dummies

Football never ceases to amaze. Here, we had the experienced top-32 in the world team, that had cruised through the group stage undefeated, winning their group. On the other hand, we had the struggling 60-somethings that had narrowly reached the knockouts at all, had played, in part, embarrassing football, and had scored only scored four goals in six games, only shining a little bit in defense. If we would have asked you, ahead of the game, to create an underdog-win story here, what would you have chosen? A high scoring, close game with a walk-off goal by a sub at the end?

South Newlandia 5-4 Mercedini (18’ 20’ (P) 23’ Cohen 69’ (P) Irving 89’ Wallis - 3’ 77’ Dostalak 30’ Chillotov 44’ Karlovic)

Mercedini, as the favourite, got to work fast. The first three minutes weren’t even over yet, and the Elephants were already trailing after a nice goal scored by Daniel Dostalok after a quick forward pass from Lawrence Garzallo, which Wright was just far too slow for. Trischuk was left without a chance, and the Elephants were stunned.
At least for fifteen minutes. The, Bjorn Cohen woke up. After twenty-three minutes were played, the Elephants were leading by two, and Cohen broke the record for the fastest hat-trick ever by a South Newlandian. But let’s back up a little bit, into the eighteenth minute. The Elephants had gained a corner on what was later figured out to be an incorrect call by the ref, but Patrick McMora brought it in anyway, and Cohen scored, jumping higher than Liam Toivonen and leaving Daniel Hosset staring at it, not even moving a muscle. Two minutes later, Brandon Irving fell in the penalty box. The Elephants had quickly taken over the ball, and Thomas Di Sansev’s tackle had been off by a little bit. Cohen decided to take the shot, as the fouled player never shoots the penalty in South Newlandia. Hosset got his fingertips onto the ball that Cohen precisely shot into the lower left corner, but couldn’t save the goal. Only three minutes later, Cohen scored yet again, this time after a fast past into the penalty box from the foot of Kaperrama, after dribbling around the goalkeeper. It may have been the best five minutes ever for South Newlandia. But the game was far from over, and Mercedini would certainly not be giving up.
After half an hour, Mercedini narrowed the deficit to just one goal. Chillotov had broken through between Anderson and Gurero on a nice dribbling, and Trischuk got the ball played right between his legs. It got worse for South Newlandia, as Karlovic managed to score the equalizer after a free kick. With the game tied at three at half-time, things were still certainly open for both teams. Wolverine was talking to his defenders; while the strikers had discovered that scoring more than one goal in the same game was indeed a possibility, the defenders seemed to have forgotten how to do that. Anderson ended up getting subbed off for O’Neill, the experienced 33-year-old.
The second half started with some good defending. Both teams were now looking more solid, defending well, with the two differnet systems of 4-4-2 formations clashing in an interesting duel. Neither team was able to break the tie early in the second half, although Mercedini had some great chances. The Dini would wind up having 21-12 shots on the game, and it’s not often that a goalie getting scored on four times actually had a good match. The tie was ultimately broken in the 69th minute, after Corban Green dribbled down the left side and pulled into the penalty box. After a foul, which also saw him injuring his knee yet again (not related to the foul, but if someone merely blows on his knee, he’ll be out for three games). He was subbed off for Donald Lancaster, and Brandon Irving took the penalty this time. Same edge, same jump, same result, the second penalty was a carbon copy of the first one, and South Newlandia was back in the lead.
That lead didn’t last long either, as another goal by Dostalak tied the game at four. After a nice attack over Chillotov, he played a smart pass back to the undefended Nymark, who brought in a high ball that Dostalak headed in. Trischuk was, again, without a chance.
When everyone had already mentally settled on extra time, Wallis broke the heart of Mercedini. He received the ball around 30 metres from the goal, and just decided to go for it. Nymark tried to throw himself into the shot, altering the curve of the ball ever so slightly. This made it uncatchable for the goalie – the ball fell right into the upper corner. The best goalkeeper of the world couldn’t have possibly saved that one.
Just like that, the Elephants had defeated the regular World Cup participant and former CoH champion, reaching the Round of 16. Waiting there is Flavovespia, another strong team; the 48th-best team in the multiverse. They had done well in the very competitive group C, and defeated newcomer Tioguldos in the Round of 32. One advantage for the Elephants will be that they will not have to travel, as they play in Carson Stadium yet again. The formation for the team will be Trischuk – Roy, Anderson, Gurero, Wright – Mohamed, Green, McMora, Wallis – Irving, Cohen
What will the team surprise us with next? We’ll know soon, but it surely will be something completely off the walls again.

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Postby Vdara » Sat Oct 10, 2020 7:04 pm

Guess Who’s Back...

...back again! We be back, tell your friends! Yarr, it be correct, we be returnin’ tae th’ quarter finals o’ th’ Cup o’ Harmony for th’ second Cup in a row. Do we think we be goin’ much further? Arrrr... not really. We be up against the mighty Sargossa, who be a very-highly regarded side in th’ tournament. Still, it not be over yet. After all, we just sunk th’ TJUN-ian vessel, so don’t be doubtin’ us... for now.

Aboard th’ S.S. Doom ‘N’ Gloom, th’ scallywags be celebratin’. Victory means grog, an’ grog means fun! Don’t be fooled by the’ fact that these men be translucent an’ green, for they still be mighty drinkin’ machines!

Cap’n Peg-Leg: ”Yarrr, ya scallywags! Don’t fill yerselves with too much grog - or ye’ll all be three sheets to the wind!”

“Aye aye, Cap’n!” was th’ reply, but deep down Cap’n Peg-Leg knew that these lads be drinkin’ themselves tae death at every chance they be gettin’. However, since they be ghosts, they can’t die, har har!

It not be like any o’ this really be matterin’, though. Sargossa be a tough bunch, and perhaps they’re too tough a bunch for th’ ghost pirates tae face. At th’ end of the day, however, we all know that th’ ghost pirates’ll be tryin’ their best, underdogs or not!

And now, I leave ye with a shanty! Hurry up, lads! Grab yer instruments!
Bosun Bill

♫ Bosun Bill be known throughout th’ port. ♫
♫ A truly dreadful pirate who be always gettin’ caught. ♫

♫ Not one scheme for stealin’ could he hatch. ♫

♫ ‘cause someone would spot, ♫

♫ th’ treasure he'd got. ♫
♫ And Bill they'd snatch! ♫

♫ One day Bill awoke lying on a distant beach. ♫

♫ Th’ last o’ his grog was just out o’ reach. ♫

♫ He groped around with trembling hands. ♫

♫ And stuck something in th’ sand! ♫

♫ He'd stumbled upon a part. ♫

♫ O’ an ancient chart. ♫

♫ Stained an’ torn, th’ old map told. ♫

♫ Th’ way tae find a stash o’ buried gold so... ♫

♫ Bosun Bill, set out tae find a crew. ♫
♫ But everyone he asked replied "I'll never sail with you!"♫
♫ ‘Til at last, he plied a man with ale. ♫

♫ Tae lend him his craft, a rickety raft. ♫

♫ Then Bill set sail! ♫

♫ All by himself, Bill trembled in th’ dark. ♫
♫ He lost both his boots and hat tae a shark. ♫

♫ He followed th’ chart 'til at last he saw. ♫

♫ Th’ gleam o’ a far-off shore. ♫

♫ Th’ trail led into a cave. ♫

♫ Silent as th’ grave. ♫

♫ Bill stood gaping at what he saw. ♫

♫ A hoard o’ treasure piled from roof tae floor. ♫

♫ Bosun Bill stuffed treasure into his sack. ♫
♫ He loaded up th’ boat, but he heard a mighty crack. ♫

♫ He'd taken too much plunder when he should have kept it light. ♫
♫ The raft and all th’ gold sank out o’ sight. ♫

♫ Bosun Bill let out a terrible curse. ♫

♫ He'd had a chance at glory but he'd only come out worse! ♫
♫ To this day, he's trapped on th’ island still. ♫

♫ Not very clever. ♫
♫ Worst pirate ever, ♫

♫ It's Bo... sun... Bill! ♫


Hope ye enjoyed th’ song, and I be (hopefully) seein’ ye all in th’ semi-finals o’ th’ Cup o’ Harmony! Farewell for now!
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Postby Sylestone » Sat Oct 10, 2020 9:17 pm

There are already 40 teams in heaven. Will you join them in the round of 16? You sure don't want to. Cutoff for those playing in Sylestone for the Round of 16.


Sargossa 5–2 Vdara

Flavovespia 1–0 South Newlandia

New Lusitania 3–4 Krytenia

HUElavia 0–0 Taeshan (1–3 AET)


Quarter-Finals

Sargossa - Flavovespia @ The Bay Reserve, Betham

Krytenia - Taeshan @ Avondale International Sports Stadium, Avondale
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Postby Ethane » Sun Oct 11, 2020 4:36 am

Moving On can be tough. Ethane have had to move on, losing out on their hopes to win the Cup of Harmony. Some of you will get to move on towards the final tonight, but some of you will be moving away. Remember, not everyone can be a winner.


Round of 16 Results:
Xanneria 2–2 Sylestone (2–3 AET)

Mavinet 1–2 Maccian

Astograth 3–1 Electrum

Squidroidia 0–1 Northwest Kalactin

Quarter-Finals:
Sylestone vs Maccian @ Newton-Smith Arena
Astograth vs Northwest Kalactin @ The Marianne Detreux Stadium
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Postby Krytenia » Sun Oct 11, 2020 4:09 pm

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Welcome To The House Of Fail
By Rami Niblick in Avondale, Sylestone

IT'S said that a man is measured not by his success, but by how he gets back up after adversity knocks him to the ground. If that's the case, let me present to you the two biggest nations in the multiverse. Krytenia meet Taeshan tomorrow in a clash of two of the most established WCC nations never to have made it on the world stage. Perhaps it's fitting, then, that such a match takes place in that most competitive of consolation prizes, the Cup of Harmony.

Let's be fair to Taeshan here, though; they've has a couple of absolute stinkers to play in the knockouts, and to that end have already managed to see off the highly-fancied Sarzonia and HUElavia. It's a somewhat more impressive form sheet than Krytenia, whose spluttering into the knockouts has been followed by nervy wins over Omerica and New Lusitania. On paper, then, this looks like Taeshan's game to lose.

That's probably how the Krytenians like it, though. Nobody expected them to come close to qualifying for World Cup LXXII, yet they came within a gnat's knacker of reaching the quarter-finals...against Valanora no less. Even the Dragons' victory in AOCAF Cup LII was from a team largely unheralded in the build-up to the tournament. Ross Green and the boys will have no problem with the odds and public opinion stacked against them, whilst Jerome Jaffacake-Phillips has had his back against the wall for the last cycle and a half, yet seems to come out swinging every single time the notion of him getting the sack is put forward.

There is one important thing to remember though. Taeshan's home kit is purple. As such, they are allowed no nice things, and Krytenia will be mindful of reminding them of this fact with a proper tonking. Well, we can hope, anyway. Onward!
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Champions: AOCAF 52, Cup of Harmony 78, CAFA 6
Runner-Up: AOCAF 7, World Cup 58, Cup of Harmony 80, CAFA 1
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Postby Xanneria » Sun Oct 11, 2020 7:49 pm

Xanneria's lose a semifinal match in the round of sixteen
exceprt from http://www.xtrasport.xan/nationalteam.htm


ETHANE - After a couple of real duds in the CoH for the Maroons, there's nothing wrong with a Ro16 exist in a hard fought extra time game. A brutal match between Sylestone and Xanneria saw the co-host take an Extra Time win over the Maroons in a hard fought game. An own goal by Sylestone was the only blemish the co-hosts had ad the defense was able to stymie the Maroons quick pace and the size factor of the appliances is one other advantage the team had. coach Rhule had high praise for the Appliances after the game.

Coach Rhule wrote: I've seen them play multiple times and what they're doing is simply anazing. I feel that game even though we lost was the quality you expect in a semi-final, not a round of 16 game, especially since I could easily saw this was a match of two of the top 3 teams. I think we'll have many duels in the future with those kids.


It was a hard fought match. 4 yellow cards for Xannerians for contact and a redcard for Doby Bunkirk, that needlessly argued didn't help, but the hardest bit to watch may have been the double injury to both the Mixer and Brick Wall. A scary moment in the twelfth minute occurred when the Mixer was trying play soft coverage of forward Eddy Peralta, who had gotten the start after Kyle Facon and Bray Feltzer both were scratched do to various ailments (Back tightness on Feltzer and Falcon had a bruised hip in a fall earlier that day). So Peralta had a shot on the ball and kicked a thunderous shot in the direction of the goal, so thunderous that the Mixer again got hit by the ball, rolled violently backwards from the impact, and into the Brick Wall with such force that it put a huge dent in the Wall. Both players were taken to the medical facility where both were patched up and the team bricklayer was able to patch up Brick Wall to the extent he was able to come back to the bench for the team in the 70th minute and cheer them on. The Mixer has now suffered a similar incident for the second time in two years as he suffered a similar fate to himself against Southwest Eastnorth in the qualifiers. His condition for the semi-final is unkown.

XANNERIA - 2
Mixer (OWN GOAL) 12'
Presintino 40'

SYLESTONE - 3
Bar Stoll 38'
Tumble Dryer 59'
Stove 92'
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Postby Sylestone » Mon Oct 12, 2020 12:23 am

Sylestone has done it. Their miracle run has continued with a stunning 3-2 win over previously undefeated Xanneria. The two sides played on Matchday Seven of the group stage and the Xannerians won 1-0 in a tightly fought affair. But Sylestone played better today, taking the game into extra time and then pushing forward to gain their spot in the quarter-final. Maccian will be their opponent, a strong side who came first in Group G before defeating Valladares on penalties and then Mavinet 2-1. The two sides have played twice before in the World Cup 85 Qualifiers, of which Maccian won one and the other was drawn. The Appliances are hoping above all else they can even out their record with a solid win.

Both sides were playing at their best for their round of 16 clash, with Coach Rhule saying it was of a “quality you would expect from a semifinal.” Rhule also mentioned that he thought the Appliances were a very strong team who didn’t play to their rank and that these two sides would be strong competitors in the future. We can only wait and see in that circumstance.

The game got off to the worst possible start for the Sylestoneans, who let in their first goal in just the 12th minute. But a goal’s a goal and sometimes they can happen. What was so terrifying about this one was that not one, but two Sylestonean players got injured here. Eddy Peralta was given a start after a couple of minor injuries to two other Xannerian forwards. The Mixer was using some soft coverage on him when Peralta shot the ball in the direction of the goal. It was such a powerful shot that it hit the Mixer and deflected off him towards the goal. The Mixer went rolling away fast and was immediately sent off. And then it happened again. The ball seemed to be so damn powerfully struck that it put a massive dent in the Brick Wall and he had to be taken to hospital, too. Cameras showed that the entire ball crossed the line after striking the wall. 1-0 to Xanneria… and two of Sylestone’s best out. It looked like an easy win for the undefeated side.
Or so everyone thought. With no word from the hospital, the Table in goals and Spiderwebs in the forward position took over. When the game eventually restarted, the Sylestonean side had to regroup and work their way back into the game as a much weaker side. However, they made the most of their limited opportunities. The Bar Stool received a cross from the Stove and slotted it in in the 38th minute to equalise. It wasn’t 1-1 for long, though, as Presintino sidestepped the Sofa and scored Xanneria’s second goal just a mere two minutes later. The Appliances were down, but not out. They could still do this.
They could start to believe even more when the Tumble Dryer slammed a shot into their goal in the 59th minute to equalise for the second time in the game. Bu this time the resulting Xannerian attack was stopped by a brilliant combined effort from the Drawer, Toilet and Washing Machine. The minutes wasted away as the Brick Wall walked back into the stadium after the bricklayer had fixed him up. The cement on his injury was still moist, so he was unable to play. He will be reinstated in the quarter-final as he is expected to be alright by then.
The boost coming from this wasn’t enough as the clock ticked down to full-time with both sides still equal on two goals apiece. The game would go to extra-time. But just two minutes in, the Stove smashed a long shot from outside the penalty box. The ball flew through the air… and right into the back of the net. He celebrated appropriately but managed to not blow up the entire stadium. Good on him. Xanneria’s forwards got more and more desperate, but the strong sentient defence was too much for them. They couldn’t make a breakthrough. At the 120 minute mark, it was still 3-2 to Sylestone. They had progressed.

The Mixer should be fine for the quarter-final against Maccian, but if not, he will be back for the semi if they happen to somehow make it.

SYLESTONE - 3
Bar Stool 38’
Tumble Dryer 59’
Stove 92’

XANNERIA - 2
Mixer 12’ (OG)
Presintino 40’
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Postby Flavovespia » Mon Oct 12, 2020 11:35 am

Flavovespia 1-0 South Newlandia


A tense, close Round of 16 matchup fell the way of Flavovespia in the end, as they advance to their first ever quarter final in any international tournament. Both sides put on a real solid defensive display, and in the end, it was just the one single goal that settled this game. South Newlandia’s sixth 1-0 result of this tournament was sadly for them the end of the road.

South Newlandia had a real back and forth game with Mercedini, but it was a late deflected goal, scored by Finnley Wallis from all of 30 metres out that put The Elephants into the Round of 16. The Hornets of course, has a somewhat less exciting route through their Round of 32 game, Murad Ahmed and Christopher Ace with first half goals to ensure a 2-0 win over Tioguldós. Despite conceding 4, the defence and goalkeeper were unchanged for South Newlandia. Flavovespia weren’t changing their line up or tactics for this match.

Unlike many knockout games, this one nearly saw a goal scored in under 3 minutes. An early cross by Jonathan Feld didn’t look overly threatening, but Philip Gurero didn’t clear it cleanly, and it fell towards Christopher Ace. Ace took the shot on from a tight angle, but couldn’t get his shot on target or low enough to truly threaten Mikhail Trischuk. Still, a sign that not all 22 players on the pitch had quite gotten any nerves out of their system.

Despite Flavovespia having the first early effort, the opening exchanges were quite even, and South Newlandia were just edging the possession and completed passes numbers. Kevin Mohamed had returned to the starting XI, and was a solid anchor in the defensive midfield possession early on, stifling Flavovespian’s attacks towards Steven Hall and Scott Coleman, and making good passes of his own. A quick pass by him to Finnley Wallis in the 21st minute saw the attacking midfielder go for another long range effort like his winner last time out, but there was little curve on the host, and Aarif Muhammad caught it with his body behind the ball.

Much of the rest of the first half was played out with both sides looking to create through the midfield, but the anchor men on both sides, James King and Murad Ahmed on one side, Kevin Mohamed on the other, cutting out plenty of attacks. Some did get through, but the back fours were up to the task, and as the half-time whistle went, Ace’s early effort and Wallis’ long range shot were probably the main efforts that both sides have.

Into the second half, and both sides continued on in this close battle for a berth in the quarter finals. Brandon Irving had a half chance in the 53rd minute, but couldn’t get the ball under control cleanly, and under pressure from Tony Gardner, shot wide of the post. Gardner himself had a glancing header fly not too far over the crossbar a few minutes later. Flavovespia were looking better in the midfield, but the attack was beginning to falter somewhat, the final balls from open play just not coming.

The minutes ticked on, and still the nervous wait for an opener, if any. For Flavovespia, Christopher Ace was taken off for Marc Sharratt, the substitute moving to the central attacking midfield with Steven Hall going out wide. David Clark also came on, with Murad Ahmed looking tired after putting in a real effort in the midfield. Arnold Stevenson was cautiously waiting to see if events would change his choice for a 3rd substitute.

Then, with just 5 minutes of normal time to go, and the thought of an extra half hour or even penalties looming, the breakthrough happened. A long ball down the wing by Stephen Shepherd picked out Steven Hall. Hall was able to get a low cross away past the defender marking him. Scott Coleman got to the ball first on the near post, and lashed in a fierce shot. It was on target, and flew across the face of the goal, over the line, and into the net. 1-0 to Flavovespia, with little time left, and they had the quarter final well within sight.

Joyful celebrations after the goal had to be calmed down, as the job of getting through to the end still remained. South Newlandia were throwing everything but the kitchen sink forward in attack. Flavovespia meanwhile, were just content to try and keep 11 men behind the ball. 4 minutes went up for injury time. With that, Jonathan Feld was subbed off, William Somers coming on and playing potentially the biggest 4 minutes of his career so far. 2 crosses into the box were hoofed away by Flavovespia, towards anywhere away from their goal. The seconds ticked by. 4 minutes of injury time were up when South Newlandia had a final free kick 40 metres out. It was unfortunately overhit and rolled out for a goal kick. The goal kick by Aarif Muhammad was the last kick of the game, the full time whistle blew and Flavovespia were Cup of Harmony Quarter Finalists.

Flavovespia will now face Sargossa in the Quarter Finals. Sargossa of course managed to run out Group C winners in the Group Stage, a crucial 1-3 victory over Flavovespia the key result to achieving that. In the Round of 32 Sargossa edged Poafmersia on penalties. 2-0 up at half-time, Sargossa conceded twice in the second half, and no goals in extra time sent the game to penalties. César Goyoso, the top penalty taker in Sargossa was as cool as a cucumber when he put the winning penalty away. In the Round of 16, Sargossa met Vdara, and despite just 12 positions in the KPB Rankings between the sides prior to this tournament, it was a comfortable 5-2 victory.

Unlike the Group C final Matchday encounter, Flavovespia should expect a full strength side from The Corsairs. A 4-3-3, sometimes considered a 4-1-2-3 with the defensive midfielder in play will likely feature for Sargossa. An attacking, fluid play with quick, short passing and forwards moving around a lot could produce plenty of goals, like it did against Vdara, if the defence of Flavovespia aren’t up for the task. Flavovespia may have to rely on the threat of the counter-attack, and the tendency for some of the Sargossa players to get a bit too stuck in to the game. Flavovespia have done well to reach the quarter finals, and whatever happens, have exceeded expectations. However the desire for revenge for the group stage loss, and the motivation to go on and on could drive the team towards an elusive semi final spot.
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Postby Sargossa » Mon Oct 12, 2020 3:39 pm

“Welcome back. There’s probably no prizes in guessing today’s top story. Sargossa are in the quarter final of the Cup of Harmony for the first time since the sixty first edition of the competition. They will face Flavovespia, having already taken on the Atlantians in the group stage. History fans among you will know that the Corsairs have faced opponents in a big knock out after previously playing them in the group phase once before. On that occasion the second match was an absolute classic. It’s time for a Cup of Harmony Rewind…”

[Cue a handsome television package with voiceover, leading into archive footage and commentary from Cup of Harmony 41]

‘Sargossa had come into the Cup of Harmony still smarting from having missed out on a place at World Cup 49. Level on points with great regional rivals Nethertopia, the Falcons would come to Soluca in the final round of matches, steal a 2 – 1 win and a place at the Finals. For Sargossa it would be a shot of some kind of redemption at the Cup of Harmony in nearby Pasarga. A win over fellow Rushmoris Swartaz would secure the nation’s passage through to the knockout rounds, where they would survive a bruising encounter with The Macabees before stuffing Jesselton in the quarter finals. Awaiting in the semi-final would be future four time world champions Aguazul. The nations had shared the spoils following a two-two draw in the group stage, but at the Stade de Torgos it would be winner take all.’

‘Welcome to Torgos where the atmosphere is electric. Huge numbers of Sargossan supporters have made the short journey across Oygruppen to roar on their side. It’s been a longer journey for the state sanctioned visitors from Aguazul, but those permitted to travel are in beautifully choreographed voice. These two nations were in fine form in their respective quarter finals. Aguazul, three-nil winners over Uiri. Sargossa thrashing Jesselton four-one. Now they face each other for the second time in this tournament. The first match was a draw. This one won’t be. Let’s take a look at the teams…’

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‘Sargossa coach José Felipe Cassumba Domingos took a huge gamble in resting five key players for the game against Jesselton. Despite the dominant performance without them all five do return. Ernesto Fariás returns up front, with Diego Lara and Marcos García Fernández slotting into the attacking trio behind him. José Luis Borrás adds bite in the centre of the park and the experienced Marcos Díaz García reverts to the right back position. There’s also an enforced change. Centreback Alberto Torres tweaked a hamstring in training yesterday, he’s replaced by Christian Viera…’

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‘There’s one change for Aguazul. Cosme Chavira may have scored against Uiri but he relinquishes his starting berth to the fit again Alvaro Sáez, who we’ve seen combine well with Anbessa Unzues down the right. Rubén Saavedra is the main goal threat and dovetails nicely with Naike Leiva. The mercurial Sergio Bustamante, a teammate of Sargossa’s Martin Tejera at Cruzeiro do Sul in Cafundéu, created two of the side’s three goals in the last round…’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘… he switches to the other flank and Alberto Herráez. Faced by Unzues, he feints inside. Oh, that’s lovely! Driving down the left before delivering the… and Fariás! The head of Ernesto Fariás meets the cross! He points to Alberto Herráez. The cross was everything. The delivery was sublime. It’s Fariás’ seventh goal of the tournament and, with twelve minutes played, Sargossa lead one-nil.’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘… and it’s a wonderful pass from García Fernández. Fariás times the run perfectly. What a chance! Into the penalty area. Fariás! Deflected! It’s in! It’s a second goal for Sargossa. Ernesto Fariás getting into between defenders, clear on goal. Across came Chago Villalobos from left back. He threw himself at the International de Penderia striker. And as Fariás shot the ball struck Villalobos’ outstretched boot and looped over the advancing Ederoño Manderiaga and into the net. It’s streaky but Fariás won’t care. It’s his eighth strike of the tournament and with nineteen minutes on the clock Sargossa are in dreamland. It’s two-nil.’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘… it’s what he does so well. Just finding those spaces between the lines. He’s such a talented player, you can bet that foreign scouts are circling. Here he is again, Naike Leiva. Lobs the ball into the box… Saavedra!! What a fine finish! Leiva lofting a ball into the box and Rubén Saavedra meeting it full on the volley, just inside the penalty area. The technique was straight out of the textbook. We knew he was the danger man and that is exactly why. Aquazul are right back in this match. It’s two-one.’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘… will just be hoping they can hold onto this lead until halftime. But since the goal Aguazul have looked increasingly dangerous. Bustamante is becoming more and more influential in the middle of the park. Here he is again, finding Leiva. Leiva drives it forward. Bustamante continues his run. He’s away from Viera. Great chance! Bustamante! Coolness personified! Look at this replay. He beat Viera all ends up and then gave Tejera the eyes before sliding it into the corner. There might be some interesting words in the Cruzeiro do Sul changing room after that. I think there may also be words spoken in the Sargossan changing room after that too. The lead is wiped out before the interval and Cassumba Domingos is fuming…’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘… Blanco, down the line it goes for Herráez. He cuts in side from the left flank and… oh… a somewhat agricultural challenge from Villalobos. Freekick given by the Schiavonian referee, and a yellow card flashed in the direction of the Trecelunas FC fallback. No prizes for guessing who will take this. If Marcos García Fernández could have picked any place on the pitch to take a freekick from this would probably be it. Just over twenty yards out, slightly to the left as he looks at the Aguazul goal. Perfect for the right footed García Fernández. The wall is formed. There’s no one else anywhere near the ball. García Fernández! Oh! It’s perfection! Over the wall, into the corner. Ederoño Manderiaga didn’t move. We’ve seen him hit them for Sargossa before. In the SuperLiga too. And more recently for Sporting Kildare in Dancougar. That’s another one for the highlight reel. Having blown a two goal lead, with fifty two minutes on the clock, Sargossa edge back in front. It’s three-two.’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘We approach the hour mark of this breathless contest and Aguazul are on the attack again. Sergio Bustamante, finds Sáez. He shapes to come inside but instead plays it forward to Leiva who has drifted out to the flank. Leiva, faced by Blanco. He’s past him! Low ball into the box. Turned in! It’s turned in at the near post! And who else but Rubén Saavedra?! The fox in the box strikes again and this enthralling contest takes another twist. It’s three-three.’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘... and Rionda strong in the challenge, he takes it away from Lara. He find Bustamante. Long ball forward to Saavedra. He beats Viera in the air. The flick-on might release Leiva here. Leiva. He holds off the challenge. He might have a chance here. Leiva! Right footed drive beyond the reach of Tejera. The goal that Naike Leiva richly deserves. The recriminations start in the Sargossan defence. On the bench Cassa is furious. He’s just punted a water bottle back into the dugout. I think he hit one of the substitutes with it. We’ve got twenty five minutes left and for the first time in this game Aguazul lead. It’s four- three.’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘… for another corner. Cassa on the bench is gesticulating wildly. Ordering his players forward. Plenty of dark blue shirts are jostling for position inside the penalty area. García Fernández will swing this in. It’s González at the near post! He couldn’t connect properly with it. Borrás plays it back in. Lara! An attempted shot thuds into the bodies in front of him. It’s still loose. That’s a poor clearance, it’s up in the air. Another shot! Oh! Is it…?! It’s there! It’s in! It’s over the line! I’ve no idea what happened. Here’s the replay. It was Fariás. He hooked it back in and then a slight deflection off Sepúlveda sent it away from the totally unsighted Manderiaga. No chance for the keeper. It’s Aguazul coach Cristian Delgado who now has his head in his hands. It’s unbelievable. It’s four-four…’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘Unsurprisingly the tempo has dropped significantly in extra time of this absurd match. González and Viera are exchanging passes. It goes back to Tejera. The Aguazul attackers are not pressing. Both sides seem happy for a small breather. Tejera rolls the ball across to José Blanco. There’s no huge urgency at the moment. Lara is ahead of Blanco, having switched flanks to accommodate the substitute Agapito López Santos. Instead he switches play inside to another substitute, Rafael Balbo. He find Lara, drifting in to a more central position. He takes it forward. The Aguazul backline backs off. Cries of ‘shoot’ can be heard from the crowd. And he does! OOOHHH! Doesn’t he just!! Diego Laraaaa!! That cannon of a right foot fires from fully twenty five yards. He scored the goal that beat Candelaria And Marquez in the Copa Rushmori semi-final and may just have repeated the trick. With seven minutes to go of extra time the pendulum swings back towards Sargossa. They lead five-four.’

* * * * * * * * * *


‘That’s it! The referee blows his whistle. It’s all over! What a game! Both sets of players are dead on their feet. And who can blame them? What a spectacle. A nine goal thriller to secure a place in the final. Cristian Delgado must somehow pick his players up. They will go again in the third place playoff. But for Sargossa and their Marquezian coach the biggest match in their history awaits…’






SSM | Sargossan State Media

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Vdara Vdefeated



Blanco Borrayo reports;

Prior to the tournament there was a sense that new coach Brian McAllister wouldn’t have adequate time to stamp his full authority on a squad he had essentially inherited. And certainly the early performances in the group stage had their issues. Wins did wonders to paper over cracks caused by a lack of familiarity and cohesion with a new system. But as each game goes by the performances are getting better as the players grow in confidence in their new roles. A bonus has been the performances of youngsters Mateo Manzanares and Marcos Águila, who came into the first eleven for the dead rubber against Flavovespia and haven’t put a foot wrong since. A run that continued against Vdara.

The talented Esportivan outfit were one of three nations that finished atop Group G, on ten points, before edging past TJUN-ia in the last thirty two. Unfortunately their Cup of Harmony tournament would hinge on a moment of clumsiness. The match had been tight affair. Diego Alejandro Costa’s early strike was quickly cancelled out by the veteran Alexis Fotellis. But Manousos Athanas’ careless challenge on Saúl Escribano mere moments after picking up a booking for a trip on Costa left Vdara playing for over an hour with ten men. To add to their misery the coming together, right on the edge of the box, was deemed a penalty. César Goyoso coolly converted to put the Corsairs in front. To make matters even worse for the Esportivans a sharp turn and shot from Manzanares just before the interval would ensure Sargossa sat upon a two goal advantage at the break.

In a similar position in the previous round against Poafmersia McAllister’s charges had thrown away the lead but the man advantage and the harsh lessons learned that day made sure lightning would not strike twice in Sylestone. Lükækš Væñøœrëñbérghüïś had made changes but he could only watch on as Sargossan substitute Diego Cazalla drifted through his depleted defence to add a fourth. A fine run from deep and an even better finish from Kimon Karalas bagged a consolation but even the gloss from that was rubbed away courtesy of a late header from substitute Mauricio Sainz.

Another efficient performance from Brian McAllister’s side. The goals conceded remain an issue but as long as they continue to fly in at the other end it’s an issue that is currently nullified. They have reached the quarter final of the Cup of Harmony for the first time since being dumped out by The Archregimancy at the same stage at the sixty first edition of the competition in Valladares. There they will face opponents who look more than a little familiar. Flavovespia await in the last eight. The nations have faced each other just once before, at the group stage of this very tournament. On that day the Corsairs ran out 3 – 1 winners to overhaul Flavovespia at the top of the group. Revenge will certainly provide the Atlantian side with plenty of motivation. As if the prospect of a place in the Cup of Harmony semi final wasn’t motivation enough.

In the other Sylestone quarter final there’s a mouth-watering clash between two very big names. Top seeds Taeshan have had the momentum of a runaway train throughout this tournament. Slow at first, very slow in truth, but they’ve been building up a whole lot of speed of late and have since plowed right through third ranked Sarzonia and second favourites HUElavia in the knockout stages. Throwing themselves onto the tracks next are Atlantian veterans Krytenia. The Dragons survived a major scare against New Lusitania in the previous round but have oodles of tournament know how to draw upon. Over in Ethane dark horses Astograth came through a tough Rushmori derby against Electrum and now face a Northwest Kalactin side punching firmly above their weight. Form team Xanneria’s run came to an end against host nation Sylestone, who will take on Maccian in a clash of the outsiders. Four fascinating duels await as the road to the sportiverse’s most coveted consolation continues.
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Postby Sylestone » Tue Oct 13, 2020 11:00 pm

There are only eight teams left in the competition and each and everyone is under pressure to perform. Can you? Cutoff for the Sylestone side of the quarter-finals.


Quarter Finals
Sargossa 2–1 Flavovespia

Krytenia 2–1 Taeshan

Semifinal

Sargossa - Krytenia @ Sentient Oval, Kirkham
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Postby Astograth » Wed Oct 14, 2020 12:15 am

Previously

It was well known among the Astograthian public that Aire Epherra was not the brightest player to have ever played for the national team, but even he outdid himself against Zeta Reka and Hügeltaldom. Booked early in the match for shirt-pulling, the striker went on to score the winning goal in the second half and, forgetting his earlier yellow card, tore off his shirt in wild celebration. Astograth were forced to see out the rest of the match with ten men, subbing in Karazatorre for Duarte and stalling as much as possible to wind down the clock.

As if that wasn’t enough, Epherra’s red card meant he’d miss the Round of 16 match against Electrum, a replay of the Group F encounter. In that game, a freak gust of wind had carried the ball from the hands of goalkeeper Gentza Bedigax above the reach of any player and into the Electrumite goal, scoring Bedigax’s first goal of his career and the first for any Olibondeka goalkeeper. Divine intervention had saved them in that match, but Astograth couldn’t possibly count on something like that happening again – especially with the rumours that Electrum had, at last, understood how the sport’s scoring system worked. But Epherra accounted for 6 of the team’s 11 goals at this Cup of Harmony, and he wouldn’t even be allowed to watch from the substitute’s bench.

For Epherra this meant the humiliation and anguish of having to sit in the stands above the bench. His only company would be centre-back Ugaitz Leskerre, who’d been ruled out for this match due to a persistent shoulder bruise suffered against Zeta Reka. With Alarabi Labeaga taking his place, Leskerra had agreed to Louis Vaudrail’s suggestion that he keep an eye on his teammate.

For Vaudrail, this new state of affairs meant figuring out how to play without the forward that had carried them this far. It had never been in his plans to rely on one player but, like Urdanibia before him, Epherra had made himself indispensable. 14 goals in 23 caps: his ratio was unmatched in Astograthian history. On the pitch, the man was a tornado that blew past defenders to strike the ball with frightening strength and ruthless efficiency. To assistant manager Ibai Kiriano’s chagrin, it was as the mystic had said: Epherra would hit his stride in the Cup of Harmony and blast them into and past the Round of 32. As the mystic had also said, they wouldn’t be able to rely on him in the Round of 16 – to literally not even be able to play him was unexpected, however.

Olentzaro Karazatorre was the obvious choice to replace Epherra. The lad had already come on as a against Sulsuland and scored the winner. Across 22 caps he’d scored 7 goals; good numbers for a substitute, forced to play scraps of matches. He wasn’t as powerful as Epherra, as tall as the 2-meter Anartz Salayeta or as fast as Yokin Arana, but unlike the three he combined it all into a solid all-around package. The last time he’d started he’d scored a brace, albeit against NorraLesse, one of the lowest-performing teams in their qualifying group… not quite a knockout round in a hotly contested Cup of Harmony. The lad had also just signed for Pyathora Mariners in the virtually unknown Tikariotian league, reportedly turning down Aries Chariots (!) and AC Izotz Zubia (!!) in the process, which to Kiriano cast some doubt on his judgement.

Azeari Duarte opened the score for Astograth, after a cross by Malkorra was turned away by goalkeeper Ralph Mills and fell to the feet of Iraunkor Berdesagar. Immediately closed down by Bayden Forest and Elenora Sapper, the winger played a short sideways pass to Duarte who, in the space hastily cleared by the defence, found the line he needed to drive a shot at goal. It was not long, however, before Einarsson, King of the Armored Bears, Android X3-TU in the shape of a flightless bird, and Nindethana Nindethana, a normal human, imposed themselves on the midfield and played a pass for Seb the Sentient Energy Ball to… shock (?) past Bedigax. It was not clear to most anyone on the Astograthian side, least of all the baffled commentary teams, how it was that Seb interacted with the ball, but there remained no doubt that it could, or that it understood that putting the ball between the sticks exponentially increased Electrum’s chances of winning.

Then suddenly it was the second half. To Karazatorre, the first 45 and the half-time break passed by in the blink of an eye. His veins pounded with adrenaline. He’d taken no part in the goal. Of the three shots he’d taken so far, one was far off target, one comfortably bundled up by Mills, and another the goalkeeper had, at least, struggled to tip over the bar. ‘The team around me,’ he repeated to himself. ‘Think of the team around me’. Vaudrail and Kiriano always put emphasis on teamwork, that they wouldn’t get anywhere based on individualities, but over the past few days they’d been hammering it into them incessantly. Just because they didn’t have Epherra? They gave him too much credit.

The team around him. Far back there was Bedigax, the shaggy goalkeeper, a veteran of the tough Siovanijan league. He radiated confidence and possessed the safest hands they could ask for. In front of him Mogel Doyenard, who was always assigned to mark Karazatorre whenever he played against Sporting Iturributa. He knew how hard it was to get any read or jump on him. With him Labeaga, an upstart making a name for himself in Farfadilis. Same for Marko Martel and Ixaka Echeberz, at left and right backs: ambitious lads who’d jumped from the Astograthian First Division straight into the top leagues of Eura and Audioslavia. In defensive midfield was Gaitzka Gurina, another tough opponent from Sporting, relentless in the mark and with passes so carefully measured. Next to him the captain, Indartsu Lekea. That blue armband commanded respect – imposed respect. And the man attached to it was as good at splitting midfields as he was at splitting players, with no booking either. On the left wing, Iraunkor Berdesagar, ever humble, understated, underestimated. Deadly if left alone in the box. On the right the incandescent Ihazintu Malkorra, with flair to match the flaring of his temper. Between them, the playmaker, Azeari Duarte. The fashion icon, the social media guru, the man front and centre on every billboard in Rumiatzi.

The team around him. The team around him.

There were the guys on the bench too, of course. Bihar Raldua’s terrible jokes. Koldo Ibargengoitia, the worst card player this side of the Leizaran. Gero Sorrosua, the wise old grandpa. Yokin Arana, patiently advising Arano Ilaria on how to prepare for moving to Taeshan. Baraxil Muhaburu and his secret liquor stash, ‘for special occasions’ such as every night. The affable Salayeta, who seemed kind of lost both on and off the pitch, still getting to know everybody. Cheru Lizarza, the businessman, pitching his investment ideas to whoever would listen. Domiku Bergara, a serious man, who’d volunteered for the unpleasant task of negotiating prize winnings with the FAF. Urre Remondegi, laconic, always with Epherra.

Epherra. Epherra was still ‘the team’, up there in the stands with Leskerre. Leskerre was quiet, dutiful, always reining in his younger Lajuno teammate Martel. Epherra’s hostility toward Karazatorre had cooled somewhat since they’d first encountered each other on the national team, but there was still a tension there. The Wanderers forward clearly felt threatened, even if the generational shift was due at some point. Karazatorre’s efforts to show up his rival hadn’t quite worked out, coming mostly against weaker opposition, but some measure of respect had been clawed back.

The team around him. The ball around him.

It was with Doyenard, now passing back to Bedigax due to pressure from Seb. Cycled from Bedigax to Labeaga, striding forward. Karazatorre kept himself in line with Electrum’s last man, on his toes. The ball, the ball. From Labeaga to Lekea, to Gurina, back to Lekea. A leisurely pace, that Karazatorre was not quite used to yet, but the apparent lack of urgency was all part of the plan. Of the team, the team’s plan, the plan around him. Of which he was one spoke.

“You are… a circle,” Vaudrail had tried to explain yesterday, motioning with his hands.

“We’re a 4-2-3-1, boss,” Gurina had replied.

“No, a circle. The team must be in balance, in harmony. This is the Cup, of Harmony, right? Of Harmony. The team around you must be in harmony, and you in harmony with the team, with the ball, and the ball with you.”

They’d left the meeting wondering what the boss had been smoking. Cryptic references didn’t quite go with the concrete, data-focused preparation they’d had before.

In harmony with the team – what did that mean, exactly? Were they not before this? They’d won every match except the one against HUElavia and conceding just 4 goals in 7 matches to boot. It felt quite in harmony to Karazatorre. On the other hand, that had been with Epherra.

The ball around him was with Echeberz now, and back to Lekea, then Martel. Brannigan Stadium was supposed to hold about 28 thousand people, but Karazatorre could’ve sworn it was at least double that. The air vibrated. Martel passed to Berdesagar. Karazatorre was on autopilot, turned to face goal, head on a swivel, keeping just on the last defender’s shoulder. Was he in harmony? He’d done this a million times, with Ituraitz and with Antiguoko and with Astograth. He knew what Berdesagar would try to do: a low pass into space for him to break through the defence and go one-on-one. Karazatorre sprung past Forest just as the winger struck the ball, perfectly onside. But the ball struck Sapper’s outstretched leg and bounced high, for Lekea to win back with a header to Duarte.

Duarte had the space; Duarte had the ball. Duarte had the team around him. He advanced. They had planned and practiced many potential moves, but Karazatorre knew that Duarte was essentially unpredictable. He could only guess his intentions, and hope he guessed well. To do so would be harmony, presumably. So, he moved where he thought - no, where he felt – that Duarte might want him. As the playmaker strode diagonally, Karazatorre crossed his path in the other direction, a classic move to draw defenders out of play.

He didn’t know when Duarte would play the ball, or where exactly, or how. Karazatorre ran into the box, and simultaneously saw the ball slide under Moore’s challenge and curve right where he was headed. There was no time for doubt, only a flick of his foot.

In the stands, Epherra was ecstatic, an arm around Leskerre, screaming the goal to high heaven with veins bulging on his neck and forehead. Eight minutes later Anartz Salayeta, subbed on for Berdesagar, would put the result beyond doubt. In the pinball aftermath of a corner kick, he was in the right place at the right time to stick out his foot. 3-1. Salayeta’s first for the national team.

Epherra had to be held back by Leskerre to keep him from running onto the pitch and earning himself another suspension.

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Postby Ethane » Wed Oct 14, 2020 12:17 am

Are you feeling the pressure? Cutoff.


Sylestone 1–0 Maccian

Astograth 2–2 Northwest Kalactin (3–3 AET) (2–0 pen.)
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Postby Krytenia » Wed Oct 14, 2020 3:19 pm

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Taeshan't
By Rami Niblick in Avondale, Sylestone

CANCEL the funeral procession, let the fat lady know her services are no longer required, and book those hotels for a few more nights. Krytenia are not going home quite yet, as they negotiated the Taeshani minefield to advance once more in the Cup of Harmony.

The match took place in a febrile atmosphere, with both sets of fans, though absolutely behind their respective teams, conscious of the legacy of failure that goes hand in hand with them. This worry seemed to spill onto the pitch, as well. The first half burned slowly and with a low flame, with the defence-minded Purple Knights content to erect a human shield wall and allow their opponents the lion's share of possession, whilst denying them the freedom and space to create anything meaningful. Playmaker Neil Smith, so used to having the freedom to roam, found himself shackled at pretty much every opportunity. Yoshimi Hirahito, who plays his club football in Astograth, was at the forefront of disrupting the Dragons' forwards movement, as the Krytenians were forced to play the ball backwards and not be given the chance to feed the likes of Alun Belmwr and Apollo Peters. In the entire first forty-five minutes, there were just six shots on goal, five of them Krytenian, none from less than twenty-five yards out, and with only one forcing a save from Taeshani keeper Florian Wagner. It was clear that Taeshan's tactics were to ride out the storm, wait for their opponents to make a mistake, and sucker punch the Krytenians on the break.

It was clear to Jerome Jaffacake-Phillips would have to make some changes in the team's tactics to make any headway in the game, and that's exactly what he did. Though pulling off Sam Johanssen and bringing on defender Eddie Bull may have looked counter-intuitive for a side trying to attack, there was method to the madness. Bull slotted next to Ross Green in the centre of the defence, with James Aitken and Joey Sinton effectively acting as full-backs, allowing Joshua Kelnic and Oliver Alexander to push forward on the flanks and stretch the Taeshani line across the width of the pitch. With the defence stretched and space beginning to open up in the middle of the park, it was only a matter of time before the Purple Knights' defence began to buckle. It would be Neil Smith - who else? - orchestrating the breakthrough when it came. Having slid the ball out to Alexander, Smith cut into the box at the near post, flashing the ball off the top of his head for the waiting Peters to snatch the opener.

Of course, removing Johanssen from the equation did leave Cormac O'Neill exposed in the middle of the park, and with Taeshan now having to chase the game, it was a chance they intended to take advantage of. Hirahito was replaced by the more forward-minded Elton Kenoby, and the Purple Knights began creating chances of their own. A long-range effort from Larson Sneijder forced a smart save from Damien Carpenter, and served as a warning that Taeshan would not roll over and go away. It was a warning that Krytenia failed to heed, and after Benjamin Moriarty's shot was pushed round the post by Carpenter, poor marking led to Liam McKenzie getting a free header from the corner and he dule nodded the ball into the goal to put Taeshan on level terms with six minutes to go.

Jaffacake-Phillips had one more ace up his sleeve, though, and it came in the form of his second substitution. Smith, who had run himself into the ground, was replaced by a non-starter, and with the game moving into stoppage time, he proved to be the difference. Sunday leapt to nod on a huge Carpenter goal kick, putting the ball right into the path of Belmwr. The New Cefn striker hit the ball sweetly on the half-volley, arrowing the ball past a stunned Wagner to give the Dragons back the league. There was no opportunity - indeed barely any time - for Taeshan to get back into the game, and the final whistle was met with raucous celebration from the men in sky blue and white.

The win means that Krytenia now have to face an ancient and interminable enemy; a semi-final. Krytenia's record with last four matches is a long story, etched with many heartbreaks along the way. There is a crumb of comfort, though. Their opponents are Sargossa, a side that have not beaten the Krytenians in their three previous meetings. The fact that the last time they met was in the group stage of World Cup LIX is neither here nor there, history is on Krytenia's side, and if they can negotiate this particular banana skin, the sky really is the limit. Onward!

KRYTENIA - 2
Peters 68
Belmwr 90+1


TAESHAN - 1
McKenzie 84
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Postby Krytenia » Thu Oct 15, 2020 3:32 pm

THE STRIKER'S PRAYER

Our Saviour, which art in Cefn,
Alun be thy Name;
Thy hat-tricks come;
Thy will be done,
On Earth, as it is in Sylestone:
Give us this day our daily goals;
And forgive us our defensive errors,
as we forgive those that err against us;
And lead us not into the playoff,
But deliver us from defeat;
For thine is the final,
and the trophy, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
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Postby Sargossa » Thu Oct 15, 2020 7:16 pm

Cameras pointed at the Tikariotian, stood on the edge of the technical area. A slight twitching at the right temple and a continuous fiddling of the zip on his jacket betrayed the tension he was otherwise trying so hard to hide. He was still a relative novice to international football but this was his second quarter final. For the first of those it had been Stuart Ekstrom who drew in the majority of the tension. Being an international head coach was very much like being a lightning conductor. This time though, the lightning was entirely his.

He had a preferred style, a preferred tactical philosophy. Of course he did. But he had taken his time at trying to get his new Sargossan charges to fully implement it. The attacking trident that he foresaw seamlessly switching positions amongst itself had been parked. Instead he had first focused on getting the two wider roles to pivot around a centre forward. Then Mateo Manzanares had been brought into the starting eleven and the side had almost organically begun to play in the way he had envisaged. That had been in the final group game against Flavovespia. Clearly the opponents that day had been paying attention.

It had been a frustrating night for Sargossa. Flavovespia may not have been offering a huge amount going forward but they were excelling at cancelling out their higher ranked opponents. Although they had offered enough going forward to open the scoring with their first effort on target. Scott Coleman fully showed the clinicism he is known for in beating the diving Alejandro Martínez from just inside the penalty area. It had taken until the second half for Sargossa to equaliser, and even then it had taken a huge deflection to see Diego Alejandro Costa’s effort beat the impressive Aarif Muhammad.

Some times you simply had to fall back on a hoof it to the big man option. He’d thrown on Mauricio Sainz and taken off Mateo Manzanares. The youngster had been well marshalled by the Flavovespia but he still represented an X-factor. He had proven that already so withdrawing him with the side needing a goal constituted a real gamble. His coaching staff certainly thought so. Luís Molina started to say something and then thought better of it, not wanting to be seen to be undermining the new coach. Miguel Marí swiftly returned to his seat in the dugout and even Gregory Wallen, his trusted compatriot, had taken the details to pass onto the fourth official without a word. It was likely that thousands, potentially millions, of armchair tacticians back in Rushmore were also not in full agreement. Hence the tension.

Unquestionably it had been a gamble but every now and then a gamble pays off. The big frontman provided a solid focal point for the attack and gave the Flavovespia a fresh problem to deal with. A problem they struggled to cope with and in the end it would cost them, dearly. The big target man drew defenders towards him. He was having an almighty tussle with Flavovespia centurion Tony Gardner, as the Corsairs launched an aerial assault upon their opponent’s penalty area. It was a cross from the left that undid them. Saúl Escribano, less buccaneering in a more conventional fallback role, swung in a peach of a cross from the flank. Sainz, inevitably the target, rose above both Gardner and defensive partner Alexander May to head the ball back across the face of goal. There lurked Costa to comfortably tap in his second of the match.

While his staff celebrated around him Brian McAllister let out a breathe he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding.





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Then There Were Four



Blanco Borrayo reports;

They say the sequel is never as good as the original. ‘They’ may have a point. In their second meeting with Flavovespia in relatively quick succession Sargossa were largely frustrated. The Atlantians had learned their lessons from the 3 – 1 group stage defeat to the Corsairs and played a much more introspective game at Betham’s Bay Reserve. Sacrificing attacking thrust for a much more stifling approach. Although they held back enough offensive verve to take the take the lead through Scott Coleman's calm finish in the first half. Sargossa would up their game in the second, peppering the Flavovespia goal but finding Aarif Muhammad in inspired form. That was until Costa’s second half effort took an almighty deflection off Alexander May and left the goalkeeper with not a prayer.

Corsairs’ coach Brian McAllister has shown a preference for an attractive, technical and offensive style of play but his tactical changes in the second half showed he isn’t afraid to turn to a more agricultural approach if required. The powerful Ciudad Soluca forward Mauricio Sainz replaced the smaller and trickier Mateo Manzanares and provided a much more physical threat to the Flavovespia backline. A threat that proved fatal when Sainz teed up Diego Alejandro Costa for the decisive strike of the match.

It was a strike that sent Sargossa into the Cup of Harmony semi-finals for the first time since the fifty fourth edition of the tournament. There, in Wight, the Corsairs had come up second best to the Sea Dragons of Andossa Se Mitrin Vega. This time they once again face venerable Atlantian foes with a draconic twist. Because over in Avondale a literary classic would take place as Knights and Dragons clashed once again. With the Purple Knights of Taeshan burnt to a crisp by Krytenia’s Dragons. Setting up a semi-final showdown with Sargossa.

Sargossa have been playing international football for a very long time. Krytenia, much longer than that. So it’s perhaps surprising that in all those collective years there have been only three competitive meetings between the nations. Krytenia were Sargossa’s first ever opponents at a World Cup Finals with the Aces, as they then were, running out 2 – 1 winners in the opening group game at World Cup 48 in Cafundéu. They’d repeat the feat at the same stage at World Cup 59 in the Polar Islandstates, taking a 1 – 0 victory on that occasion. And during that very strange time when national boundaries warped unrecognisably, to the extent that the nation of Krytenia actually found itself within Rushmore, the Dragons took part in the tenth Copa Rushmori and inflicted another group stage defeat on the Corsairs. So history isn’t exactly in our favour. Unless that is you consider the magnitude of the fixture. Semi-finals have traditionally been a stage at which Krytenian nerve crumbles. Their long history has thus far yielded a lone AOCAF triumph. Conversely Sargossa have featured in twelve semi-finals, winning ten of them.

Over in Ethane co-hosts Sylestone continued their remarkable run with victory over Maccian. Despite being one of the lowest ranked nations in the competition and, unusually for a host nation, playing their matches exclusively away from home The Appliances have conquered all before them, including their co-hosts Ethane. Awaiting them is a tough test provided by Astograth. The Rushmori side advanced after a messy penalty shootout win against Northwest Kalactin and are the nation Sargossan punters have been putting their hard earned dinaras on since the group stages. In their pomp Olibondeka finished fourth in the World Cup, lifted a Cup of Harmony and became champions of Rushmore. A period of stagnation and isolation followed but a second successive appearance in the Cup of Harmony final four suggests that the Grathi’, as they’re not known, are on their way back up the rankings.

The Big Three have made their presence felt as Rushmore take on Atlantian Oceania in one semi and Rushmore face Esportiva in the other. But four nations will soon become two as as the road to the sportiverse’s most coveted consolation continues.
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Postby Sylestone » Thu Oct 15, 2020 8:49 pm

Presenter:
No way. No one can believe it. Sylestone, the worst Pot 6 side, are through to the Cup of Harmony semifinals. While we cherish this proud moment here in Ethane, we shall relive our entire cup, from the highs to the lows and finish with a match report against Maccian. But for now, we’ll hand over to to the Toaster and the Toilet to discuss what has happened behind the scenes and on the field.

Toaster:
Thank you for that, Mr Presenter, we shall discuss the Appliances’ miracle run this cup. We’ll start with our 3-1 opening win against The Jovannic.

Toilet:
Although we didn’t play our best, we did beat these guys, and convincingly. We were brimming with confidence the entire game and we knew that we were better, although they are a Pot 4 side.

Toaster:
Yeah, that’s certainly what happened. But for some reason, this momentum stopped for our game against Krytenia. A 4-1 loss really could have stopped us in our tracks, but this side is resilient. They can come back from their large defeats. The mood in the change rooms was quite solemn, but they were up and about quickly and determined to come back.

Toilet:
Our comeback against shock newcomers Tikariot was great. A 1-1 draw really showed our class after that big loss. And I’d rather not talk about what happened at the end of that game. Kind of… a shock. But we’ve got over it now and hopefully, the Stove will too. It’s still affecting his play. Anyway onto the next game.

Toaster:
This is when we really started to get our act together. Probably one of our best games so far, that 1-0 against Twicetagria. But it put us in a good position for the Round of 32. After this, our 2-0 win against Murphtannia meant that we’d qualified. I was really proud. We’d done really well up to then.

Toilet:
Despite our loss to Xanneria, we had already confirmed second place. But ending as 16th seed, or worst second place wasn’t the best thing. Especially as our Round of 32 opponent was our co-hosts Ethane. This is when, in my opinion, we really started to get going. It was a pretty boring game if I’m completely honest, with both sides determined to play as defensively as possible. But we won the penalty shootout and progressed. Then came Xanneria.

Toaster:
We’d already lost to them, but that wasn’t going to sway us. I was really proud of the boys after this game. We didn’t have two of our best players for almost the entire game, but we still won. The Stove, Tumble Dryer, Ironing Board and Bar Stool really stepped up and performed well. Our extra time win sent a message to our opponents that we are a durable and underrated side that will give everyone a run for their money. And here we are at the game against Maccian. We have a newspaper article with a match report. It reads:

SYLESTONE INTO CUP OF HARMONY SEMIS!
Sylestone have done it. A 1-0 win over Maccian has confirmed Sylestone’s position in the top 100 and the Cup of Harmony semis. They are now playing at Deloitte against a top Astograth side. It will be their most difficult hurdle yet, but they have shown time and time again that they are capable.
Both sides had a chance to score within the first twenty minutes, but neither could bring it home as it remained 0-0. But then one side did. The Mixer faked a pass to the Tumble Dryer, causing the Maccian defender to run that way, before passing to the Bar Stool. The shock ofit all gave the Bar Stool an almost-open goal and Sylestone went 1-0 up in the 27th minute. This was the only real opportunity either side had, until the 86th when the Tumble Dryer was fouled in the penalty area. Somehow, the keeper guessed the correct way and saved it. A last desperate effort from Maccian succumbed the opposition side to elimination so close to the semifinals.But our precious Appliances are through, so who’s complaining?


Toilet:
So there we have it. We’ve done it. We know Astograth can expect to win, but we won’t let them do it easy. We can only try our hardest and hope for the best.

Toaster:
Thank you. We’ll see you at Deloitte!
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Postby Astograth » Thu Oct 15, 2020 11:12 pm

Previously

Louis Vaudrail wiped his brow with a monogrammed handkerchief. Despite the sun going down, it had gotten very hot very suddenly in Southern Hampton. In fact, the closer the match clock ticked to 90 minutes, the hotter the ambient temperature became.

“Sure this country’s not flammable?” he quipped at his assistant manager.

Ibai Kiriano turned and saw a drop fall from the tip of Vaudrail’s nose. The Sicoutian’s whole face was red. “You’re overheating again, boss,” said Kiriano before returning to the match. “Cool down, take a seat.”

“No, I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” He wiped his face again.

Astograth were winning by two goals to one, thanks to Malkorra and Epherra. Northwest Kalactin’s wonderkid, Thomas Butler, had clawed back a goal, but now Olibondeka just had to hold on for full time. They had possession, they had control. They just had to wind down the clock.

“I still think it’s risky,” said Kiriano, shaking his head.

Vaudrail shook his own head, in turn. Over the course of the second half he’d ordered a switch from the team’s typical 4-2-3-1 to a narrow 4-3-1-2, swapping out right winger Malkorra for forward Karazatorre, left winger Berdesagar for tough defensive midfielder Bergara, and replacing an overexerted Gaitzka Gurina with Baraxil Muhaburu as the main outlet in deep midfield. Kiriano had complained it was a bad idea.

“We’ve got no width. They’re all width.”

“The full-backs are the width, and we’ve got the ball. The midfield is how we control the ball.”

“We need to score another, boss, not sit back.”

“We’re not sitting back! We’re controlling tempo. ‘Sitting back’, who sits back with two forwards”. Vaudrail’s patience for his assistant had been stretched increasingly thin as the Cup of Harmony wore on. It was all criticism, all the time, from the moment they’d left that mystic’s shop. Vaudrail had found it insightful; Kiriano hadn’t liked it one bit and wouldn’t shut up about it either.

“Fine. But you know what happens when you play with fire.”

In the 87th minute of the match, Northwest Kalactin recovered possession through Matt Hall, who quickly offloaded the ball onto the veteran Frank Owens. From Owens it swiftly passed to Will Sanders, springing down his left wing with Cheru Lizarza nowhere close to intercept him. Sanders rushed toward the box, the ball stuck to his foot. Vaudrail gritted his teeth. Kiriano screamed for Leskerre to cut across, but Vaudrail could see the real problem was Thomas Butler, grappling at speed with Mogel Doyenard so he could receive from Sanders and finish at point-blank range, scoring his second of the night. And that’s what happened.

Vaudrail looked down, then back up at his dejected defence. The stadium was going wild, the Kalactanians celebrated madly. An equaliser, two minutes from full time. Kiriano cursed extensively, and loudly enough for the TV mics to pick up and broadcast into several dozen million Astograthian homes.

When he’d let it out and shouted some encouragement to the players, he turned to Vaudrail. “We’re too narrow. Make the change now.”

Vaudrail shook his head. “We go for the win,”

“We’re exposed! They’ll score again!”

“We go for the win,” said Vaudrail. He called out for Muhaburu’s attention, and made the hand gestures to push forward. The next attack was deflected into a corner kick, taken urgently by Duarte. Neither Karazatorre or Epherra could get on the end of it, Larry Martinez heading the ball out of the box… and to the chest of Frank Owens, who now found himself with the space to advance and again seek out Thomas Butler. Only an interception from Doyenard, this time beating Butler to the ball, prevented the striker from breaking through into an empty Astograthian half.

“Should’ve cut him down,” grumbled Kiriano.

“What?”

“We should’ve cut down Butler from the start, or at least from the second half. Told Bergara to do it, take him out of the match.”

“Are you insane, Ibai? We can’t do that. And Bergara’s his teammate at Zozi, think a bit.”

“That’s why it’d work,” lamented Kiriano. “Can’t claim it was intentional,”

“You’ve lost your mind, Ibai. This is what The Master said.”

Kiriano snorted. “Oh, what? Is the Nine of Boots in the wrong constellation tonight? Is that why we’re losing?”

“It’s The Hermit! The Hermit, reversed! You’re the hermit! Isolated, rejecting everything! Unable to listen!”

Kiriano shook his head in disbelief. “With respect, it’s you who’s lost his mind, boss.”

“He was right,” said Vaudrail, wiping his face. “He was right about everything.” Vaudrail understood it now. He was The Hanged Man, hanging not from his neck but from his ankle, seeing the world upside down. He’d dared to have a new perspective, to understand things others would not. And Kiriano was The Hermit, walking a path of loneliness. Almost pitiful.

The referee blew for full time. Olibondeka walked toward the bench, physically and emotionally exhausted. They’d had this wrapped up.

“Chin up, boys!” said Kiriano, clapping them on the back and handing out refreshments. “We’re the better team! Focus, focus, it’s a matter of time!”

“Boss, we’re too narrow,” said the captain, Indartsu Lekea. “They’re too fast down the wings, we need to bring on Arana, or something. Pull back Duarte, even.”

“No,” said Vaudrail to the circle of players gathered around. “We continue as we were before the goal. Keep the ball, keep it moving, keep it away from them. Lure them out, you saw them out there, they want a goal. Lure them out.”

“We can’t sit back, boss,” said Epherra, between gulps of an entire isotonic drink.

“We’re not sitting back,” replied Vaudrail, his tone growing desperate. Had everyone lost faith in him? “Boys, we’ve practiced this. 4-3-1-2, you know how to play it. It’ll work. They’re on fire right now, you slow things down you put out their spark. Play your game.”

Lekea began to slowly nod his head. “Yeah. All right. We play our game.” He looked around at his teammates. “We play our game, boys.”

This satisfied Vaudrail, and extra time got off to a good start with a shot on target by Karazatorre that put goalkeeper Mark Romero to the test. The frenetic last minutes of normal time gave way to a tense but slow-paced extra time, the Astograthians cooling down the Kalactanian eagerness. Then, sensing the timing was right, Muhaburu changed tack to skip past Daniel Guidry and play a one-two with Duarte, followed by a lofted pass that found Epherra in space. The forward, some way outside the box, pulled his leg back to fire one of his trademark cannon shots – and instead played a pass to Olentzaro Karazatorre, bounding past his left. Karazatorre, though hounded by Hall, was virtually one-on-one with Romero, and finished deftly to put Astograth ahead. 3-2.

The Astograthian bench exploded. Vaudrail shook his fist, lips held tight. Kiriano ran to the corner flag to again stress focus to the celebrating players. Karazatorre kissed the badge, held his fingers to the sky, and generally made sure he’d be on the front page of all the Astograthian papers. The referee blew for half time of extra time not long after.

“Now’s the time,” said Kiriano.

“What? For what?”

Kiriano licked his lips. “We have a fourth substitution to make. Bring on Labeaga for Duarte. We can afford to have the full-backs push up like that.”

“Ibai, again, are you insane? Take off Duarte?”

“Boss, it’s the only choice. It can’t be the forwards, it can’t be anyone else in midfield.”

“Iba-”

“And we do need the full-backs to p-“

I am the manager,” growled Vaudrail. Kiriano recoiled. Players had gathered around them by now, eyes wide. The manager turned to face them slowly. “We stay as we are, boys. Good job. Congratulations Olentzaro, great goal. Aire, great assist, Baraxil, good play. We’re on the right track.”

Who was Ibai Kiriano to tell Louis Vaudrail what to do? His ‘loyal’ assistant. What loyalty. His role was to assist, not undermine him at every turn. Vaudrail was the expert, the master. Perhaps he’d grown too lenient with Kiriano, let him grow back that vicious ego that he’d had as a player.

What mattered was they were winning. They were, again, in the semifinals of a Cup of Harmony. Vaudrail now accounted for two out of the three times Astograth had made it that far. And it was his name that would be in every record book, not Kiriano’s. They were in the semifinals.

Then Butler scored again. The kid had swapped wings, and now it was Lizarza and then Leskerre he evaded to drive into the box and head in a chip by Keith Torres. The Kalactanians went mad, again. Vaudrail bit his lip. Kiriano looked at him. There was no semifinal. They’d conceded a hat-trick.

“Fine,” said the manager.

Alarabi Labeaga came on for Azeari Duarte. A centre-back for an attacking midfielder. A terrible look, but OK. They couldn’t afford to concede another, not now. And it would indeed allow the full-backs to push up and act as the wingers they were needed to be.

Northwest Kalactin, however, excelled at reading the new state of the match and fell back, blocking the increasingly desperate Astograthian attempts at goal. Labeaga’s presence ensured enough defenders at the back to protect from the array of Kalactanian forwards – but Duarte’s absence stretched the Astograthian midfield, Muhaburu needing to move up alone and either Epherra or Karazatorre having to drop deep to link the midfield and offence down the centre.

It went to penalties. Astograth won the coin toss. Bedigax went over the notes they’d gathered on Kalactin with Endira Goyo, the goalkeeping coach. Kiriano gathered with the players to decide on a shooting order. He flashed the list at Vaudrail. The manager nodded. It was what they’d practiced.

Epherra set the ball down first. He was the best penalty taker on the team.

“The Hanged Man represents, fundamentally, uncertainty.”

He missed. The goalposts clanged as the ball struck the right corner violently, and ricocheted high into the night. Then Northwest Kalactin’s Jimmy McCarthy hit his shot just slightly too far left, hitting the inside of the post and out. 0-0. Lekea stepped forward.

“The upright Hermit would represent, of course, a search for purpose, contemplation, introspection.”

The captain struck a powerful shot left – at the correct height for Mark Romero to catch firmly against his chest. Vaudrail clutched his head. They’d practiced this. They’d practiced all of this, so much.

“This Hermit is reversed. You will feel trapped and alone.”

Frank Owens took the next penalty. Not to be outdone by Romero, Gentza Bedigax guessed the side correctly and landed a hand on the ball. 0-0, four penalties taken. The crowd was buzzing. The Astograthian bench had their hearts beating up their throats. They were still in this. Baraxil Muhaburu picked up the ball, and casually spun it in his hands. He took three wide steps back, and ran up to smash the penalty into the upper right corner.

“The Hierophant, or the High Priest, represents conventionality. The orthodox approach.”

It fell upon Keith Torres to take the third Kalactanian penalty, and again Bedigax saved. The Astograthians cheered for it louder than they had Muhaburu’s. 1-0, six penalties taken. Marko Martel, the defiant left-back, stepped forward. As he struck the ball he slipped, and the shot sputtered forward to be easily caught by Romero.

“The Three of Swords is sorrow. It is a heart pierced by three swords in a downpour. It could not be any clearer.”

A chink in the Astograthian armour had again appeared, and Thomas Butler stepped forward to put his fourth shot past Bedigax that night. But the goalkeeper - just barely - deflected the penalty with his foot, falling the wrong way. 1-0, eight penalties taken. If Olentzaro Karazatorre scored, it was over. The striker stared down at Romero. Vaudrail looked at Kiriano. Kiriano looked at Vaudrail.

“The Ace of Batons is a spark of something new, a literal passing of the torch. A hand from the sky offers us the baton – and, if we are brave, we take it.”

The net rippled.

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Postby Sylestone » Thu Oct 15, 2020 11:17 pm

You might be up against a very good side, but keep the faith! A win here will put you into the final. Cutoff for the Sylestone side of the semifinals.


Sargossa 3–4 Krytenia


Grand Final:
Krytenia - TBC @ TBC

Third Place Playoff:
Sargossa - TBC @ Chamberley Institute of Sport, Chamberley
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Postby Ethane » Fri Oct 16, 2020 3:27 am

Almost there. Can you win it, or will you be heading for the third place playoff? It's time to play for a place in the final.

Sylestone 0–0 Astograth (1–2 AET)

Grand Final (scored by Sylestone)
Krytenia vs Astograth @ Newton-Smith Arena, Letson

Third-Place Playoff: (scored by Ethane)
Sargossa vs Sylestone @ Chamberley Institute of Sport, Chamberley
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Postby Krytenia » Sat Oct 17, 2020 4:52 pm

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Curse? What Curse?
By Rami Niblick in Kirkham, Sylestone

THERE are those who say the Cup of Harmony doesn't matter; that it's a mere trinket against the gaudy bling of the World Cup. Tell that, then, to the fans of Sargossa and Krytenia, who packed the intimate - if somewhat idiosynchratic - Sentient Oval to the rafters. Tell that to the tens of thousands who couldn't get tickets and watched in the fan parks. Tell that, especially, to the players. With the World Cup wrapped up, and all eyes on the secondary competition, the Dragons and Corsairs combined to serve up a feast of football that would have been worthy of the final.

It's hard to imagine now, but at the beginning of the competition Krytenia didn't look like they were going to get anywhere near this stage, opening their account with a humiliating one-nil defeat to Murphtannia. The side has grown massively in confidence as the knockouts have progressed, though, and they held no fear against a Sargossan side that won their group and, Poafmercia aside, have progressed through the tournament without too much trouble. Both sides have got this far through a philosophy of fast, attacking football, setting the scene for an open and end-to-end game.

Chances were, unsurprisingly plentiful as the talents of young players like Alun Belmwr and Mateo Manzanares shone through. Belmwr probably should have put the Dragons in frront inside five minutes, a marauding Cormac O'Neill playing through the New CEfn native through to face the 'keeper only for the teenage striker to rattle the outside of the post with his shot. Manzanares, too, could have given his side an early lead, controlling the ball well and turning inside of James Aitken before forcing an excellent stop from Damien Carpenter. The resulting corner saw another golden Sargossan chance, this time with captain Juan Esnáider seeing his towering header cleared off the line by Joey Sinton. The breakneck speed of the game was a theme throughout the match, with both sides keeping a high line and a pressing game. There were relatively few fouls; instead, play tended to be brought back more often than not for an offside call against some player or other.

It was almost a shock that half of the first period had passed before either side hit the net; in the end, it was Krytenia who broke the deadlock. Following a somewhat clumsy challenge from Carlos Carter that saw him tangle legs with Oliver Alexander, Aitken flashed the ball into the box where Sam Johanssen rose to head past a helpless Alejandro Martínez and give the Dragons the lead. It was only the Bradwell midfielder's second goal of the tournament and he, like the Krytenian fans at that end, celebrated the fact ecstatically.

Only a fool, though, would have said the Corsairs were out of the contest at this point, however. They've proved time and again in this tournament that they are a potent threat whenever they have the ball, and going a goal down only served to make them redouble their efforts. True, there were still holes to exploit, and only a fine save from Martinez prevented Neil Smith from extending the Krytenian lead in the thirty-fifth minute, but Carpenter was becoming increasingly busy at the other end. A fingertip save from a Manzanares howitzer kept the Dragons in front, and when he was beaten a couple of minutes later, Agustín Soria could only curse his luck as his shot grazed the crossbar on its way to a goal kick. The Mercia goalkeeper, though, couldn't keep the Corsairs at bay forever. With time running out in the first half, Manzanares' powerful long-range shot could only be parried by Carpenter, and Diego Alejandro Costa was first man to the rebound to take the sides into the break on level terms.

Having taken the game by the scruff of the neck at the end of the first half, Sargossa continued to assert their momentum at the start of the second. César Goyoso and Adrián Fonseca increasingly found the time and space to assist the Corsairs' forward line, with young enforcer Marcos Águila stamping his authority in the middle of the park. The mobile front five pinned Alexander and Josh Kelnic into assisting the defence, removing the Krytenian threat from the flanks as the Dragons' back line was stretched almost to breaking point. It was inevitable that at some point, someone would slip up; in the end, that someone would literally do just that. Aitken got his legs all in a muddle attempting to close down Costa, and the Ciudad Soluca man utilised this space to bear down on Carpenter, casually slotting home to put Sargossa in front. Aitken's awkward fall, meanwhile, ended with him writhing on th floor in agoy. With the defender unable to continue, Jerome Jaffacake-Phillips was forced into his first substitution, replacing Aitken with Rodolfo Marquez.

For the first time in the game, Krytenia were chasing the game; Sargossa, though, weren't about to let the Dragons successfully do so if they could help it. Their defence continued to hold firm, whilst their attacking players looked increasinly confident. Costa probably should have completed his hat-trick shortly after the hour mark, shooting straight at Carpenter with the goal begging, and it looked for all the world like Sargossa had the game in the bag.

Krytenia, with their backs to the wall, were not quite ready to give up quite yet. after Manzanares was denied for what felt like the hundredth time by Carpenter, the resulting corner created chaos in the box. Marquez hoofed the ball out of danger upfield, and with the Corsairs having poured forward, Belmwr had stayed upfield and chased the long ball. Martinez rushed out of his area to clear the ball straight back, realised far too late that Belmwr was going to get there first, and could only watch as the youngster flicked the ball over the stranded goalkeeper before side-footing the ball into the empty net. It was an absolute sucker punch, the Dragons equalising very much against the run of play.

Parity was not to last long, unfortunately. Immediately from the kick-off, Sargossa poured forward, a sea of blue threatening to drown the Krytenians. Goyoso's beautiful pass split the Dragons' defence wide open, and with Carpenter looking horribly exposed, Manzanares finally managed to put the ball in the back of the net. To be fair, the young Sargossan striker deserved his goal for his perseverance, the beaming smile on his face as he celebrated the goal at least partially one of relief.

Time, then, for JJP to roll the dice. Johanssen was replaced with Curtis Sunday, the Krytenian manager hoping to catch the Sargossans with their pants down on the break a second time. It was a tactical masterstroke. Once again, the Sargossans bombed forward; the Krytenians held their shape, cleared their lines, then let Smith and O'Neill mop up in the middle of the pitch and create chances. Now the shoe was on the other foot, with Krytenia marauding as a front five, and the Sargossan defence stretched from trying to pin down the Dragons. It would be Sunday himself who would make it three-all, ghosting into space created by O'Neill and Peters moving the ball around quickly and unleashing an unstoppable shot past Martinez.

The game was set up, then, for a grandstand finish. Chances came and went at both ends. Manzanares thumped the post with a header. Smith whistled an angled shot across the face of goal. Sargossan substitute Mauricio Sainz almost made himself an instant hero but shot narrowly over. Ross Green headed a corner into the side netting. Extra time backoned as the clock ticked down.

It wasn't needed. Águila, who for so long had bossed the midfield, telegraphed a pass to Sainz that Kelnic intercepted; the Avidia United midfielder looked up, saw Peters doing his best impression of Alejandro Hernandez*, and whizzed a ball into the path of his club team-mate. Peters controlled the ball on his left, shaped onto his right, and let fly with an absolute corker of a strike into the top corner. He barely had time to register what he had done before being engulfed by his celebrating team-mates.

The goal was the cue for Jaffacake-Phillips to park the bus, sacrificing the exhausted Neil Smith for Ross Okano as the defence shut down the game. As the final whistle blew, the Krytenians erupted into a massive celebration. For only the fourth time in almost three centuries of football, Krytenia would be playing in the final of a major tournament. Only James Aitken, on crutches on the sidelines, and Ross Green, busy consoling his opposite number, didn't immediately join the mob of players; in the stands, meanwhile, there was pandemonium and broken porcelain everywhere as the fans got a little too boisterous.

You'd never have believed it after Murphtannia, but believe it now. Krytenia are in the Cup of Harmony final. There, they'll meet another fellow traveller from the great teams of the Fifties in the form of Astograth. Win or lose, the boys have done us proud; but to say we're happy to be here would be bollocks of the highest order. We are Krytenia; we're here to win, and woe betide those who try and stop us. Onward!

KRYTENIA - 4
Johanssen 24
Belmwr 62
Sunday 79
Peters 87


SARGOSSA - 3
Costa 45, 51
Manzanares 63


*OOC note for context: Alejandro Hernandez is a Krytenian sprinter who won 100m gold at the XIV Summer Olympics.
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Postby Sargossa » Sun Oct 18, 2020 5:19 am

It was a tough feeling to describe. It was as if a ball of something deeply unpleasant currently sat in the pit of his stomach. The latest stop on a grand tour of emotions that this match had provided. Krytenia had led, been pegged back and then trailed. The Dragons then equalised, only to see Sargossa edge in front again almost immediately. Inevitably the lead wasn’t to last. Then came a spell of play that seem to pack in an entire tournament’s worth of drama. Mateo Manzanares saw his header come back off a post and substitute Mauricio Sainz scooped an effort over with one of his first touches. At the other end Neil Smith’s effort flew agonising across the face of goal and Ross Green fooled a chunk of the crowd when his header rippled the net, but it was the side netting only. Time was ticking away. Something special was required to prevent extra time and the potential agony of penalties. Then that something special happened.

Since breaking into the starting eleven against Flavovespia Marcos Águila has barely put a foot wrong. But it was a tired pass from the youngster that proved the undoing. Joshua Kelnic read it well and immediately released it to the breaking Apollo Peters. The first touch was sublime. The second was worthy of winning a semi final. The dipping, right footed drive flew beyond the despairing dive of Alejandro Martínez and tore into the top corner.

That had been six minutes ago. The Dragons had understandably parked the bus since then. Brian McAllister could only beckon his players forward, there were no more cards left to play. Another ball looped into the Krytenian penalty area. It was only half cleared and dropped to Saúl Escribano, the left fallback who now found himself in a right wing position as all tactical plans evaporated away. He arrowed an in-swinger towards the penalty spot. Damien Carpenter came through a horde of jostling players and somehow managed to get both fists on it. The connection wasn’t great but it was enough. The loose ball fell to Ross Okano who unceremoniously hoofed it up the pitch. There were no Krytenian players up there. Only the Sargossan goalkeeper Martínez who lingered on the halfway line. He sprinted for it but the final whistle blew before he could reach it.

The Krytenian staff and substitutes erupted onto the pitch, joining their compatriots in celebration. McAllister headed onto the pitch too, a lot slower. He purposely strode towards one person. Miguel Marí, his assistant coach, had clearly had the same thought. They jointly pulled the inconsolable Marcos Águila up off the grass and, taking position either side of him, they walked the young midfielder towards the touchline.

He’d need time. They all would. Happily they had a few days before the third place playoff against Sylestone. While Krytenia would head to the final, for a repeat of the World Cup final’s clash between Atlantian Oceania and Rushmore.
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Postby Sylestone » Sun Oct 18, 2020 1:28 pm

Sylestone’s miracle run has finally come to an end at the hands of Astograth, an experienced side who has just come back into the ranks as a force in the sporting world. An extra-time loss showed just how far the Appliances had come from their despairing 4-1 loss to Krytenia on Matchday 2. But they were just too good and Sylestone now has to travel back to their home nation for the third-place playoff against the mighty Sargossa. Meanwhile, Astograth and Krytenia are fighting it out in Ethane for the trophy. The 109,300 capacity crowd at the Chamberley Institute of Sport will be in a full uproar for the home side and heavy underdogs, but whether they will be able to pull through is yet to be seen.
The fact that the game was so hard-fought showed just how impressive Sylestone has been throughout the tournament. After two terrible World Cup Qualifiers, maybe this is the start of something special. Neither side had much of a chance in the first half and only Sylestone had one in the second. The Drawer was red-carded in the 38th minute after severely tripping up Epherra, something that came back to bite them late in the game. The Astograthian completely missed the resulting free-kick, but Sylestone could still only play with ten players and that was what really mattered. They were pushed onto the back foot as Astograth kept on coming forward, but the defence held strong. Finally, in the 79th minute, Sylestone got a chance at goal. And they nearly made the most of it, but a flying save from Bedigax stopped the ball and it remained 0-0. When full-time passed, this was still the score as it went into extra-time. Then the shackles broke. The Fridge charged past the defensive line and booted a hard shot into the goal and the Sylestone half of the crowd descended into cheers. A break passed and as the minutes went down, Sylestone were still in the lead. Then it happened. Ihazintu Malkorra received a bad pass from the Washing Machine and curves it past the Brick Wall and into the goal. It was Astograth’s turn to cheer as they equalised. The game seemed destined to go to penalties, but in the final play, something miraculous happened. An Astograth corner fell at the feet of the Bar Stool, who kicked the ball straight into Malkorra. The ball hit him in the knee and rebounded, past the Brick Wall and into the goal. It took a minute to register and the crowd was erupted.

Sargossa are very, very good. There is no point denying it. But Sylestone have continually punches above their weight this tournament, and can they do it again? Join us in Chamberley to find out!

SYLESTONE - 1
Fridge 97’

ASTOGRATH - 2
Ihazintu Malkorra 114’, 120’
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Postby Astograth » Sun Oct 18, 2020 7:20 pm

Previously

Ihazintu Malkorra, the no. 10 of Olibondeka, the devilish right winger, had scored many important goals in his life. The winner in the final of the Echegoyani school championship, fifteen years old. His first professional goal, with Royal Association, with which they’d beaten the powerful Sporting Iturributa. Many years later, now playing for Sporting Iturributa, when he clinched the 681 First Division title by scoring on Astograth University. Then in Nephara, his goal against Chenoworth Harriers to keep Vermillion Wanderers alive in the relegation battle. But none of those compared to what he’d just done.

In the 114th minute of extra time in a semifinal of a major international tournament, Sylestone’s Washing Machine had misplaced a pass while attempting to build from the back. Malkorra, tracking back from the previous failed again, pounced on the chance to take possession of the ball. One touch forward and he felt the flutter of risk in his chest. His feet acted alone: a curling shot to the far post, where goalkeeper Brick Wall would be caught by surprise.

It worked. With five minutes to go, Astograth were level and Malkorra had scored the most important goal of his career.

The feeling was incredible, but there was no time to waste celebrating. Malkorra ran into the goal, grabbed the ball and jogged back to the centre circle. Sylestone were playing with ten men – er, appliances – and going to penalties would favour them. Astograth could win this. They just had to keep up the pressure.

Vaudrail and Kiriano barked encouragement from the touchline, but from looking at his teammates Malkorra already knew they were all on the same page. It was now or never. Malkorra had already scored in a Cup of Harmony semifinal, back in Zwangzug, which they’d gone on to lose. That wouldn’t happen again. It was now or never.

Sylestone were not an easy opponent either. The kit man had affixed some sort of scroll to the inside of the Astograthians’ shirts, which according to Vaudrail would ‘protect’ them from Sylestone and provide some sort of advantage, but even with one less appliance on the pitch it had been a daunting task. Physically they were imposing, resilient, tireless, and at odds with anything they’d faced so far. It was one thing to mark with Einarsson, King of the Armoured Bears; it was a very different one to get slide-tackled by a Fridge or steal the ball from inside a sealed Washing Machine. In those final five minutes, the dying moments of this two-hour match, Olibondeka drove forward and Sylestone held strong, a literal and metaphorical brick wall.

Battling at the corner flag, Koldo Ibargengoitia won a corner. He grabbed the ball and set it down to take it himself. Surely the last kick of the game. Astograth packed the box. Malkorra, among the shorter contingent, placed himself toward the near post. The corner kick fell short, to the legs of Bar Stool at the near post, immediately in front of Malkorra. The winger stuck out a leg to steal it just as the defender attempted a clearance.

The ball struck his knee, bounced into the net, and Malkorra had scored the most important goal of his career.



When manager Louis Vaudrail searched his database, it told him Astograth had faced Krytenia exactly once before. World Cup 59, Group H. Matchday 3. Palace Approach, Northbrook, Polar Islandstates. A 2–0 loss. Astograth eliminated. It was ancient history, and all Vaudrail could really take away from it was that he had nothing to go on.

What assistant manager Ibai Kiriano could have told him, if he and Vaudrail were on speaking terms, was that Krytenia were the team that retired Dei Ormache. An eleven-year-old Kiriano had that memory burned into his brain, as did many Astograthians middle-aged and older. Ormache would keep playing club football late into his late 30’s, but that night in Northbrook was his end as a top player. The forward was neither the most capped nor the top goalscorer for Astograth – his younger strike partner Soter Sarlange would go on to set both records – but where Sarlange was cool and calculating, a man of few words, Ormache had been all heart and spectacle. He was short, in his later years also quite heavy, yet always explosive and exciting, suddenly springing into action to score past defenders that routinely underestimated him. Crowds went mad for him. He was a goalscoring machine and icon for his hometown Ituraitz FC, the Polarian giants SK Franz Josef City and Astograth, and captained the latter two. He’d been inducted into the World Cup Hall of Fame. What’s more, after his prime he’d joined the humble Gortz United, who had given him a chance early in his career, and elevated them from the second tier into the top-flight regulars they still are today. In old age, Ormache remained their honorary chairman.

A beloved character of such calibre, the single most popular player in the history of Astograthian football, Ibai Kiriano’s personal idol and role model… mercilessly cut down by the Cyan. Unconscionable. Yet to the Krytenians this had not even registered. Kiriano had stormed away after The Master’s prediction that Astograth might face Krytenia in the final – Krytenia winning a WCC semifinal had finally snapped his suspension of disbelief – but in thinking about this, Kiriano could now see some truth.

Valrauncion. One of the greatest, most decorated footballers of all time. Of everyone involved in that World Cup 59 match, only Valrauncion still played. Of course he did, he was immortal. He didn’t play for Krytenia anymore, at least not as of a few World Cups ago, but the mere hint of him had been terrifying to the mystic. What mysterious influence could the elf still be exerting? Would it help or harm Krytenia? What kind of powers do elves have, exactly? The Cyans surely wouldn’t have gotten to the final if it were a hindrance. And who knew what sort of grudges the pointy-eared one held. It had been Astograth, with a goal by Dei Ormache, who had eliminated Starblaydia from World Cup 57 qualifying, their first absence in nearly 20 tournaments. That had been in Jhanna itself, with Valrauncion on the pitch. One of their finest hours, also burned into the brain of a seven-year-old Kiriano.

To Kiriano, the task at hand seemed foreboding. It fell on Astograth to keep Krytenia from winning a Cup of Harmony. Whatever eldritch magicks had once prevented them from succeeding appeared to be waning. As far as Kiriano knew, Vaudrail hadn’t paid to have them cursed or anything either. No, it would fall on Olibondeka alone. No outside help.

For Kiriano it was personal, and in the days prior to the final he devoted his energy to imparting some childhood wisdom upon his players. Krytenia retired Dei Ormache, and the reckoning was now.

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