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Postby Gruenberg » Thu Dec 07, 2023 8:30 am

Article posted on the GruenCric website.

    Miserable World Trophy campaign ends as Hengtridan Jr. captaincy experiment an abysmal failure

    Gruenberg entered the ODI World Trophy as #2 seeds but will not be leaving it that way after an abject campaign. They have never played like contenders for the trophy, and an easy second group stage has masked their overall performance. Technically a winning record overall, but against top seeds, they have won just 2 of 7 games. What went so goat-blightingly wrong?

    Gruenberg plainly brought the wrong squad to Liventia. Though they played on a spinning surface in Bastion, in general this was not a tournament in which they needed four front-line spinners in the squad. Antiupquark Mendikwoks was used only once, in a dead rubber, and while he bowled creditably enough, it was not enough to justify his inclusion. It was unfortunate that Jett Tyrkkekkekklukkekklukekk was injured and thus unavailable, as he could have offered all-round batting credentials as well, but even may not have been needed. Instead, Gruenberg found themselves a batsman short that meant that when their top order struggled, there were no other options in the squad.

    They similarly had no cover at wicket-keeper. Spikin Jshkhrrrlllclx had a tournament reminiscent of another SJ, Surro Juffwump, who failed to live up to the hype with the bat. Like Juffwump, Jshkhrrrlllclx seemed extremely ill at ease against the short ball, culminating in a disastrously hapless display against Sylestone that essentially dumped Gruenberg midway through the first innings. Jshkhrrrlllclx rode on the back of his earlier innings against Sylestone, a blistering hundred (though he was dropped on 2) that massaged his figures: without that, he averaged 25 in the prime #3 batting position. His keeping was adequate, but it's difficult to believe Ystipug Contemnible or Vumtyhop Chuffles could not have offered at least as much while adding more flexibility.

    The early loss of Veryspicymediumsalty Skkrrrtltwibe was unfortunate. Injuries were a recurrent feature, raising questions about conditioning and fitness. In Skkrrrtltwibe's place, Silokarp Tunrek began promisingly, but flopped hard in the knockout round with a crawling effort against Sylestone. With more maturity in his strokeplay he could perform a role, but for now it looks like it is back to the drawing board. Ettexinor Broimbles and ! each scored over 500 runs: Broimbles was, perhaps, not at his absolute best, and ! at times struggled against spin, but neither could really be faulted given the poor starts they often faced. Terg Reversiblechcolatestalin showed both sides of the coin: a powerful striker at his best, a reckless slogger at his worst, who will miss out on more opportunities as long as he plays so impetuously.

    Hraff' Tumcoweiss was easily Gruenberg's player of the tournament, with 342 runs at an average of 43 and a team leading SR of 170; though he took only 9 wickets, his 102 overs, also a team record, cost less than 5 an over. He also fielded superbly, and in general made an embarrassingly effective case that he should have been retained as captain. Umbar Qari was more of a disappointment, with only one innings of substance and his bowling below the standards of a full fifth option. Perhaps the biggest surprise was Quouodan Skejjibox being dropped for a game; he came back, and ended up leading the team with 18 wickets, yet he no longer quite seems capable of weaving magic over foreign batters who have grown used to his variations.

    The other experienced bowler, Transportflowmap Renkauer, also flopped. Though his lower order batting has become increasingly useful over the last two seasons, he has always been groomed as a strike bowler: he ended with 5 wickets at nearly 80. Seemingly sacrificing some of his old raw pace, he was shown up by the inconsistent but promising Enkogan Fuimpip, who blasted out 10 wickets in 4 appearances, admittedly at the cost of over 7 runs per over. Jhexabrunk Saduqa was very dependable and picked up 15 wickets; his comeback spell against Sylestone nearly swung the match back in Gruenberg's favour, and while lacking Renkauer's lusty abandon, he batted sensibly to support Broimbles in an important partnership against Sharktail. Gruenberg's search for a seam bowling allrounder continues. Metalhips Karsters bashed some useful runs and bowled tidily enough but was never truly threatening. iiPacto Bralt was too inconsistent, and did not look a sturdy enough bat to really balance the lineup.

    Gruenberg scored only 3 centuries in 11 games. This has been a low scoring tournament by modern international standards, but it still speaks to a failure with the bat, historically the national strength. And that can't be reckoned without taking into account Zambuimmi Hengtridan Jr., who had a truly awful tournament. In the prime opening slot he averaged less than 20 at a strike rate under 70. In the field as captain he appeared flustered and unable to manage a six bowler attack, yet had a squad without a fifth bowler strong enough to go with a five man option. Appointing him captain was a bold gambit, and one that has failed: he appears to have inherited none of his father's leadership or tactical ability, or if he has, it is yet to manifest. Neither Benny Enchante nor Ettexinor Broimbles were ever especially strong captains, but both were superb batsmen. Hengtridan Jr.'s patchy accomplishments should have seen him dropped, yet he was the one undroppable player.

    It has been years since Gruenberg raised international silverware in cricket. (They did so on the back of a boundary hit by Hengtridan Jr., of course.) The team is clearly in need of new direction.

    Which is why, for the first time in the history of Gruenberger cricket, the Gruenberger national team is advertising for a new head coach open to international applicants.

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Editorial correction: Lachlan Cocrine was incorrectly named in a previous GruenCric scorecard. Our apologies; this misspelling has now been corrected.
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Postby Baggieland » Thu Dec 07, 2023 12:45 pm

Compatibility

Garry was tied to the chair in the Great Banquet Hall. Everyone who was anyone in both the Gnejsian and Baggielandian cricketing worlds looked on in disbelief.

Nikolaj Döner: "Why, Garry? Why?"

Garry Greenidge: "Someone had to do it."

Jenny Harrington-Smythe: "Gosh, there old chum, you're going to have to be a little bit more enlightening than that."

Elsa Svensson: "Sing you canary, SING!"

Garry Greenidge: "Things are getting out of hand, aren't they? The universe is out of sync!"

Jenny Harrington-Smythe: "What the dickens are you on about?"

Garry Greenidge: "I've been playing cricket all my life, all I've ever wanted is success with the Baggielandian national team. Alas, I never once made it out of the group stages… then this posh bird comes out of nowhere and she takes us to the quarter-finals at her first ever attempt!"

Nikolaj Döner: "Is that it? You were jealous of Jenny?"

Garry Greenidge: "No! The universe is in even greater peril than that; do you remember the good old days? When Baggieland would wipe the floor with Gnejs in any sport? I recall the day when Lei Siulung thrashed the living daylights out of Gertrude Molineux, 10 – nil to the Baggie that match was, now we lose to Gnejs in cricket – a game I taught them how to play! You see everyone, the universe is severely out of balance and someone has to set it right."

Jenny Harrington-Smythe: "Tickle my giblets! He's right, you know? We need to restore order to the universe."

Elsa Svensson: "But how?"

Jenny Harrington-Smythe: "The only way is for Baggieland to give Krytenia an almighty spanking in their quarter-final game."

Everyone: "Hoorah! The universe is saved!"

Elsa Svensson: "And we'll give Sylestone a damn good licking too!"

Nikolaj Döner: "No Elsa, it's Ko-oren we need to be licking."

Everyone: "Eww, gross!"
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Postby The Plough Islands » Thu Dec 07, 2023 1:15 pm

(very quickly thrown together while watching the cricket - thank the gods for Blessing Muzarabani, my beloved <3 - after my laptop died and took my - unsaved - RP with it. argh :( Good luck to Darmen and to the rest of the final eight - let the best team win!)



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on the 6th December 2023, the Plough Islands Gazette wrote:
WORLD TROPHY: PLOUGH ISLANDS MAKE THEIR OWN LUCK AS ROAD TO DESTINY LOOMS
by Ian Goswell, Chief Cricket Correspondent for Plough Radio, in Orean

"Luck" feels, in our world of psychology and socialist endeavour, like a concept that our people should be able to let go, with only the most superstitious of observers believing that achievements can be earned other than through collective effort, hard work, and other means than believing and hoping for the best. Plough Islands captain Shauna Weaver, though, having guided her team through both the punishing group stages of the fourth Global Cricket Federation World Trophy in Liventia with relative ease, could be forgiven for believing just a little - particularly after her team were carried to victory over a difficult, resilient Gnejs side by a few fortunate moments at the Park Central Oval.
Having lost the toss, the Foxes' luck began with the very first delivery of the match; Balthazar Berenz had taken guard and played a few practice shots but evidently not checked if his helmet was fastened, and in trying to hook Naomi Salisbury for four it came away, bounced off his shoulders, and rolled into his stumps to send the Gnejsian captain back to the pavilion. It could uncharitably be characterised as a comedy dismissal, but what Salisbury - with Dimitry Andreyev in increasingly intense support from the Poplar End - inflicted on the Elderberries was entirely serious, reducing them first to 14-3 and then 45-5 by the end of the fielding restrictions. Berenz had wicketkeeper Karl Torsk and all-rounder Mikael Andersson to thank for clawing his side back into the game with a century partnership, and even when Jonathan Iddon had Torsk trapped in front, some late hitting by Stian Kramp on a pitch that increasingly scuffed and slowed left Gnejs feeling they could defend any target over 250.
In another little bit of luck, though, Kramp skied an attempted cut that Tim Bleasdale, virtually sprinting towards the pavilion from his stumps, held on to after a full length dive. The remaining five balls of the final over went for just two runs thanks to some near-perfect death bowling by Andreyev, and the Plough Islands had only 245 to chase. Despite a slow start from Brett Scarbeck and Audrey Leggett, and some excellent reflexes from Torsk behind the stumps - he was responsible for all three wickets in the Foxes' innings - this proved little obstacle for Weaver's team, and an unbeaten fourth wicket partnership of 118 between Kevin Laing (61) and Arnold Tyrie (90) sealed victory with slightly under ten overs remaining. More importantly for Weaver, and head coach Lourens Hendricks, it sealed three days of rest; while Darmen and the Kytler Peninsulae had to make the trip across the water to Schimpol to play their eliminator, the Plough Islanders have had the chance to recuperate in the Liventian capital after ten consecutive days of One Day International cricket.
While the break has allowed the Foxes to try and regain some energy, it has been a double edged sword in that the Plough Islands Cricket Association doctors have had the chance to assess players free of the fog of adrenaline that has consumed the team for most of the last two weeks. As a result, Catherine Nasrullin - who did not bat at the Park Central Oval - is unlikely to play any further part in the tournament due to a persistent back injury that worsened during the break, and both Leggett (who played all ten group stage matches) and Laing (who played eight) have done very little training due to fatigue and may be forced to sit out the quarter final at the Grovers Olympic Park. With the Plough Islands effectively reduced a squad of fourteen following the loss of Gabriel Forrester - whose hand was broken by a short ball from Avril Lurge against Baggieland - balancing the team to play Darmen will be a challenge for Weaver and Hendricks.
They will also have other, less easily diagnosed problems to contend with. Although all of the eighteen players in green, red, and occasionally purple have played a genuinely important, irreplacable part in the efforts of the whole, some have struggled to adapt to the conditions in Rushmore, and with the possibility of a second consecutive world championship within reach, it is vital that the Plough Islands pick the best eleven possible in the circumstances. Unfortunately that may mean leaving out the normally economical Jonathan Iddon, who has struggled for consistency across spells and matches and too often had his variations easily picked on dusty Liventian wickets, and it may mean including the powerful and aggressive Leanne Martin at the expense of Angus Whittall, whose contribution was vital against Sylestone - where patience and a steady hand were needed against one of the quickest bowling attacks in the multiverse - but whose strike rate may prove a liability on a green surface in a converted athletics stadium.
It will also mean ensuring everyone is in the right place mentally, and not suffering tunnel vision after ten days where the sights, sounds, and scents of tens of thousands of jubilant supporters filling some of the multiverse's best-known cricket grounds have changed so quickly they threaten to overwhelm the Plough Islanders, and the hundred and forty thousand people back on the islands that yearn for them to succeed. Should Weaver and Hendricks bring all these elements together, however, our small country can become a giant on the international stage once more. Darmen, who await tomorrow in Orean, will know this well - as will the entire cricketing multiverse, looking upon the reigning champions with a mixture of curiosity and respect. If Weaver's team can know this as well, then victory - while far from assured - can be more than just optimism, aided by a little of what may once have been called luck.

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XI FOR WORLD TROPHY VS. DARMEN

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Postby Darmen » Thu Dec 07, 2023 1:37 pm

The Kytler Peninsulae 244/7 (50)-247/7 (40.1) Darmen
The Kytler Peninsulae won the toss and chose to bat, Darmen won by 3 wickets
@ Island Cricket Arena, Schimpol, Liventia (attendance 27,500)

First Innings

Name Runs Balls 4's 6's SR
D Randolph c Kerr b Dickenson 40 35 4 0 114.29
L Bosch c Beckett b English 55 67 5 1 82.09
S Parkinson* c Beckett b Dickenson 12 21 1 0 57.14
K Willis† lbw b Bachmann 63 80 6 1 78.75
R Oldham c English b Dickenson 15 24 1 0 62.50
B Mole not out 27 36 2 1 75.00
W Taklik b McAlister 16 23 2 0 69.57
J Higgins c Bachmann b Rosenfeld 8 10 1 0 80.00
E Garnett not out 1 4 0 0 25.00
Extras 7
Total 244 22 3
Did not bat: R Rivers, A Burnidge

Name Overs M Runs Wkts Econ
C McAlister 10.0 2 43 1 4.30
A Dickenson 10.0 1 51 3 5.10
K Rosenfeld 10.0 0 52 1 5.20
B Bachmann 10.0 0 48 1 4.80
E English 10.0 1 50 1 5.00

Second Innings
Name Runs Balls 4's 6's SR
MS Brice c Mole b Garnett 22 27 3 0 81.48
K Kerr run out (Oldham) 1 3 0 0 33.33
T Milligan c Randolph b Burnidge 42 70 4 1 60.00
W van der Zee b Burnidge 51 22 8 2 231.82
K O'Callaghan c Willis b Higgins 36 30 5 1 120.00
E English not out 51 62 6 2 82.26
B Bachmann* b Rivers 17 10 2 1 170.00
J Beckett† lbw b Taklik 14 12 1 1 116.67
C McAlister not out 3 5 0 0 60.00
Extras 10
Total 247 29 8
Did not bat: A Dickenson, K Rosenfeld

Name Overs M Runs Wkts Econ
A Burnidge 7.0 0 62 2 8.86
R Rivers 7.0 0 40 1 5.71
E Garnett 8.1 0 43 1 5.27
J Higgins 6.0 0 34 1 5.67
W Taklik 7.0 0 43 1 6.14
B Mole 2.0 0 11 0 5.50
S Parkinson 1.0 0 5 0 5.00
L Bosch 2.0 0 9 0 4.50
*1 run out

Player of the Match: Eli English (DAR)
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Postby Liventia » Thu Dec 07, 2023 3:33 pm

Quarter-finals
Gnejs 248/8 (50 overs)
Ko-oren 251/3 (39.3 overs)
Ko-oren win by (7) wickets

Baggieland 290/6 (40.5 overs)
Krytenia 288/6 (50 overs)
Baggieland win by (4) wickets

Milchama 306/6 (50 overs)
Sylestone 307/6 (47.2 overs)
Sylestone win by (4) wickets

The Plough Islands 248/7 (50 overs)
Darmen 247/2 (50 overs)
The Plough Islands win by (3) wickets or 1 run

Semi-finals:
Ko-oren v Sylestone (Island Cricket Arena, Schimpol)
The Plough Islands v Baggieland (NCE Oval, City Centre)

Scorination of the semi-finals may be slightly delayed, but will still occur on Saturday night.
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Postby Baggieland » Fri Dec 08, 2023 12:01 pm

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Garry was kept tied to the chair – as he was yet to be fully trusted, especially with loads of Elsa's mouth-watering food still lying around – as the Throstles took to the oval (sans coach) in their quarter-final game against Krytenia.

Garry Greenidge: "What's happening Elsa? Who's at the crease? What's the run-rate?"

Elsa Svensson: "I don't know all these cricketing expressions, but I still don't like you Garry. I know the universe had to be saved, but why did you have to save it by ruining my Jaffa cakes?"

Garry Greenidge: "I'm sorry Elsa, but I had to bring the situation to everyone's attention somehow. Besides, everything tastes better with a bit of spice in it!"

Elsa Svensson: "Not every thing Garry. Whilst a bit of the hot stuff does indeed add a little kick to some dishes, there are others where it is not needed, especially my Jaffa cakes!"

As the sun began to set, Jenny Harrington-Smythe returned to the Great Banquet Hall, the grass stains on her trousers merging with those of the red dye of a well-shined cricket ball.

Garry Greenidge: "Did we win? What was the score?"

Jenny Harrington-Smythe: "By Jove old man, we've only gone and done it."

Garry Greenidge: "Seriously? We beat Krytenia?"

Jenny Harrington-Smythe: "We didn't just beat them, we gave them the spanking the universe demanded; we won by four wickets and with nine overs still to spare."

Garry Greenidge: "Then we did it, the universe is saved!"

Everyone: "Hoorah!"

Elsa Svensson: "Wait! Where are my beloved Elderberries?"

Jenny Harrington-Smythe: "Sorry old gal, but Gnejs didn't win their game."

Garry Greenidge: "That means more of this scrumptious food for us!"

Baggielandian Cricket Team: "Hoorah!"

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Postby Ko-oren » Sat Dec 09, 2023 12:01 pm

Of our final four teams, two make a return from the semifinals of World Trophy 3: Ko-oren and the Plough Islands. In fact, they make a return from the final of the third edition, and as they're not drawn together, there's a small chance of both of them making it to the big match again. Gruenberg fell in the Round 12, and the fourth semifinalist, Eastfield Lodge, had their run ended in the first group stage after a two-wicket loss to Lisander and Alice Bay. From World Trophy 2, it's only Sylestone to make a return - Ko-oren did quite poorly in that one, and Gruenberg, Krytenia, and the Sarian made up the rest of the final four, with the Sarian beating the Cyan Problem in a close final. World Trophy 1 had the Plough Islands, Krytenia, New Lunenburg, and Liventia in the semifinals - with that, the Plough Islanders have been involved in quite a lot of nervy knockouts, and Ko-oren, Gruenberg, Krytenia, and Sylestone have all made two semifinals. It's no surprise that that's the group of teams to make up the top five in ODI rankings, with Darmen, Eastfield Lodge, Liventia, and TJUN-ia close behind. Somehow the All Greens haven't made their way into a final four yet.

And so in World Trophy 4, there are three woefully unsurprising guests and then there's Baggieland - 16th in the world entering this tournament, after making waves in other formats. All the best to them! As for other surprises in the Round of 12: unranked Kytler Peninsulae and 18th ranked Gnejs were up there as well.

A lightning fast chase gets the Dragonflies so close to glory - the top five for Ko-oren, including the three doubted youngsters, put on a show and chase down a target of 249 in under 40 overs. The Gnejs bowlers barely knew what hit them as they couldn't get a grip wicket-wise or run-wise, while being pretty familiar with how tricky the surface was for them, losing eight wickets and still getting a fairly competitive 248 out of it - but there was far more on offer. Berenz and Troll were barely warmed up and out there before they both were sent back: Troll bit off more than he could chew on a second run and had his bails knocked off trying to backtrack. The Gnejs captain, Berenz, was caught behind trying to defend a crafty Stanway spin off to the side. Plier has found his role pretty well - maybe he even has a shot in the T20 format, which requires just a little more athleticism and faster batting. Down two, Andersson and Svensson paired up as the new opening duo, taking over from the first two on just two (wickets) for five (runs, Ko-orenite order) in two overs. They didn't fare much better but at least they both got double digits, and from then on it was a pretty steady stream of Elderberries marching out and then back inside, with Hansson setting a squad-best 43 before getting clean bowled by a Magcay yorker.

Twaddle and Firembee were warned: wickets can fall early and when they do, they could just fall often. Firembee took the initiative, facing nine of the first twelve deliveries, and dispatched them for a truckload of dots, two singles, and a four. At least they were underway, zero wickets for eight runs (a wide and a Twaddle single) by the time Gnejs had to pull Plan B out of the filing cabinet. Surviving the first confrontation, they found some space here and there to force a boundary through but mostly kept to singles and an occasional double, helped by fairly frequent extras.

Twaddle was the first to go, and Bercier took over, got a six, and was sent back immediately after on LBW. Firembee and ySalw then moved the innings from 2-71 to 3-218 - yes, another century for the Mawr - in the space of around twenty overs. Firembee had been scoring more and more slowly but he did some great strike rotation, the two of them covering most bases in terms of what the Elderberries could throw at them, and now Firembee paired with Barklas to get through the final stand. Gnejs fielding had now converted from 'let's get a wicket sometime' to 'limit runs at all costs' and while the random doubles dried up, the extras kept coming, and Firembee allowed himself to take some risk on the shots, knowing that if they were wide enough he'd get a do-over anyway. They pushed the total towards and over 250 for a very, very comprehensive win - it came easier than most matches in the second group stage - and a necessary confidence boost for the semifinals.




Ko-oren doesn't have the only cricket system in the Constellation - a group of meritocratic territories and nations that would like to call themselves like-minded, but they all know they aren't. And yet, they're sharing a forum on the advancement of meritocracy - and in Ko-oren's case, that's an opportunity to get the rest to follow their social agenda. Either way, sports are played in those areas as well, and they all take that pretty seriously.

Arhoren, a very old member of the Constellation, drag their mountainous climate to a pretty decent cricket competition. They have experimented with the first class format but decided that playing for more than three days consecutively is really pushing their luck vis-a-vis volatile mountain weather. Ten clubs have emerged, playing both the one-day and T20 format, with a handful of governmental teams - that's Narodara Service, Customs and Logistics, and Police and Army - with the rest of the table made up of seven city-based teams, backed by local governments in many regulations and funded privately by local fans of prestige projects. So far, the league has managed to keep out sponsor names but in the pursue of more money, they might not be able to.

Arhoreni T20                          Pld    W   D   L    Win % 
1 Visnapura CC 18 15 0 3 0.833
2 Customs and Logistics Union CC 18 10 0 8 0.556
3 Narodara Service CC 18 10 0 8 0.556
4 Kohalnepa CC 18 9 0 9 0.500
5 Jigadhi CC 18 9 0 9 0.500
6 Phulanagar CC 18 9 0 9 0.500
7 Tridhara CC 18 8 0 10 0.444
8 Sragana CC 18 7 0 11 0.389
9 Chagore CC 18 7 0 11 0.389
10 Police and Army CC 18 6 0 12 0.333


Galnoren is both a new member to the Constellation and fairly new to cricket, without the money to enjoy first class but that allowed for a flourishing local cricket scene to pop up. There aren't many teams but those that enjoy the sport make the absolute most of it. Grassy pitches and impossible outfields are a problem, but it's far better than having to shovel snow out of cow corner as Arhoren occasionally has to do. The sports scene is completely dominated by the far more powerful hurling and (gaelic) football scene. As you might expect, with few teams playing each other a lot, having one better player translates to a lot more wins, allowing them to beat up on worse competition a lot.

Galan T20               Pld    W   D   L    Win % 
1 Amadoinn CC 15 10 0 5 0.667
2 Caernú CC 15 6 2 7 0.467
3 Dearinn CC 15 6 1 8 0.433
4 Faumeagh CC 15 5 3 7 0.433


Aymenoughshire-about-Oren is also a new member to the Constellation, trying to break free from a stratified and heavily nobility-dominated political scene... and they're doing the minimum to get there. About the size and population of Galnoren, the Aymenoughshiremen love their cricket and stop nearly everything else going on in summer for it. First class cricket is a must, one day cricket is barely allowed, and T20 cricket is an insult to the sport - tradition. They've organised their system the exact same way as it was dreamt up well over a century ago - you sort teams by wins, then draws, and no points for draws-versus-wins and definitely no bonus points for bowling and batting well early on. Just the sound of leather on willow for five days, a self-sustaining ritual. There is an actual law against Mankading there - in the criminal code.

Aymenoughshire First Class Cricket
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Wren-upon-Branch CC 11 2 5
Greater Oriole CC 9 5 4
South Piddle CC 6 8 4
Brumblebury CC 6 7 5
Prattleton CC 5 8 5
Aleministerham CC 5 7 6
Osprington CC 5 5 8
Linger CC 4 3 11
Scravenage CC 1 7 10
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Postby The Plough Islands » Sat Dec 09, 2023 12:45 pm

...so, you know when you start typing something and you know it's going to be difficult and probably a bad idea, but you keep going? That is what this roleplay has felt like - but I've had some decent feedback on it, so hopefully seeing it through to the end wasn't a mistake!
My thanks to Darmen, for being alright with me changing his original score to 247 all out from 247-2 (acknowledging his request to come up just short in the chase), and, more obliquely, Mark Jefferson, author of the Hurricane Hamish series of childrens' books, which are surprisingly good reads even as an adult (albeit one with rose-tinted spectacles). I borrowed a half-remembered version of one of his storytelling techniques for this roleplay - specifically from England beating Australia in a semi-final, which is how you can tell it's fiction - and it feels like it worked quite well.
Good luck to Baggieland for the semis - I've enjoyed reading the little Hercule Poirot mystery you've had going with Gnejs, and it's good to see you finally getting the run in the World Trophy you've deserved! Win or lose, I'm fairly happy with getting to this stage under the circumstances, and I'll happily take whatever comes from our match. That goes for Ko and Syle as well, who have both been excellent; hopefully we meet one of you in the final, but regardless of whoever wins it'll be well earned.
...but I never listen, I never listen, who keeps telling me, that I'm winning?...



Kieran Rosenfeld was just confident enough in his batting to know, just from the sound of ball meeting bat, exactly what he had done wrong. Darmen were chasing 249 to win the Global Cricket Federation World Trophy quarter final against the Plough Islands, and needed just thirteen more to reach the winning post with seven balls remaining; this was far more difficult than the numbers alone suggested, though, with the temporary pitch at the Grovers Olympic Park in Orean ageing rapidly and patches of sawdust on the off side hiding the obvious seam that betrayed a stadium that usually hosted soccer and regional athletics meets. Rosenfeld had come in at number ten only the previous over, and had tried to simply block out the last delivery and leave the more settled Corwin McAlister to take on the last over, but he had held the bat too firmly and could only watch as the ball looped in the air back towards Naomi Salisbury.
The left-arm spinner, normally focused and intense to a fault, had relaxed considerably in the last few years and - in an outward sign of this - had taken to dyeing her hair; over the last few tournaments, it had been successively blue, silver, a patriotic green and blonde, and now a bright, signal flare red, that the setting sun lit up a brilliant orange as she tumbled to her right. The ball stuck in her hands first time, and the wordless shock and surprise of thirty thousand people filled the air in the stadium as the match took another turn. Darmen were 236 for 9, and the flame-headed Salisbury soon disappeared in a pile of red shirts as Rosenfeld loped back to the grandstand.
As Alf Dickenson emerged, in a helmet that looked like it did not quite belong on him, to take his place at the non-striker's end for the final over, the Plough Islanders had formed a circle around Shauna Weaver to try and work out an approach. Weaver had been having problems with McAlister all day; after she had opted to bat, the Darmeni paceman had taken four wickets in his first spell, reducing the Foxes to 42 for 6 and threatening to cut their reign as world champions short in the most brutal way possible. The last of those wickets had been the captain herself, mirroring their earlier match in Group A - again in this tournament, she had made a good start and failed when the time came to build an innings from it, and this was starting to intrude into her thoughts even when they were not in the slightest about cricket.
It had taken a first One Day International century from Leanne Martin, who put on 104 as part of an epic 150 partnership with Ilya Lebed, to give the Plough Islanders some hope of victory, and Weaver's bowlers - Salisbury, Sarah Ashe, and Dimitry Andreyev - had kept taking wickets at key moments to peg Darmen back in their chase. It was Andreyev, the right-arm quick who had kept a tight line all match, who Weaver was entrusting with the fiftieth and last over, and with the margins as small as they were she was taking no chances with the field, forgoing slips entirely in favour of as many red shirts on the boundary as possible.
McAlister took guard just as Andreyev was moving Martin away from fine leg, and conferring, in Russian, with Lebed the whole time. An anthropologist or historian familiar with the islands' recent history would have revelled in the faintly absurd spectacle of Andreyev and Lebed - two ethnic Russians - calling to each other in a pidgin version of their mother tongue, neither having had the need to take lessons beyond higher school. Andreyev confirmed he was happy, though, in his native English, and began to run in from the South End.
Six left. 13 to win.
His first delivery was a vicious one; he skipped to the crease accompanied by the mock roar of a crowd that sensed an occasion, but he bowled short and straight and forced McAlister to swerve out of the way, aborting a pull shot at the last second. The ball dropped harmlessly in front of Lebed, and Andreyev held his hands up in apology as umpire Burnadette Taylor gave him a quizzical look down her beak.
Five left. 13 to win.
Having gone short for his first ball, Andreyev's second was a full-length yorker right on the stumps, but it was off his line and too slow and McAlister dug it out towards mid-on. Dickenson had been alert to the possibility and immediately set off, and though Salisbury ran in from the boundary to intercept the ball, she had to cover enough ground on the irregularly shaped field that there was just enough time for two. Andreyev looked over to Weaver, and just saw his captain staring into the middle distance, her hands clasped tightly behind her head, trying to hang on to her anxiety by any means possible.
Four left. 11 to win.
Andreyev kept to his line this time, bowling slightly short of a length as McAlister came across the stumps and attempted to get the ball away to the leg side; he entirely mistimed his shot, however, and the ball took a thick edge past him as he swung. Had there been a slip in place, the Plough Islands would have been celebrating, but Weaver could only watch in agony as the ball bobbled down towards the third man boundary, and her misery was only compounded when Arnold Tyrie's return went straight through Lebed's gloves and allowed the quick-thinking Darmenis to run an overthrow. Weaver eventually came over to Lebed to collect the ball, and they shared a brief embrace, one where it was not entirely certain who was comforting whom.
Three left. 9 to win.
This was a good line and length, but McAlister was reading the deliveries well by now and came down the track to meet it, driving the ball down past Andreyev and threading the gap between mid-off and cover. The ball lost speed in the outfield as it approached the boundary, though, and Ashe was able to collect it safely as Dickenson turned down a third run. There was a murmur of surprise from sections of the crowd as he sent McAlister back, though, reflecting a sense that something was building for the men in green; though they still needed boundaries to reach the target, they had kept the scoreboard going with three twos in succession. The implacable concept of momentum was definitely starting to lean away from the Plough Islanders, and the body language of their fielders was hardly full of confidence as they slowly walked back into position, and Andreyev cut a lonely figure in the lengthening shadows.
Two left. 7 to win.
McAlister expected another fuller ball, but Andreyev again strayed from his line and angled in towards the stumps, and the right-hander had time to wind up before dispatching the ball backwards of square. Martin immediately gave chase, but even if the Bradfordian had been in position, the ball had too much pace on it and raced to the boundary as a roar came from the grandstand. Weaver's hands immediately went to her hair, and as the Darmeni batters took a moment to confer in the middle of the pitch, she trudged over to Lebed, bringing in the other close fielders with a grimace that betrayed a lack of belief in her ability to change the outcome that felt almost inevitable.
She moved Martin back behind Lebed to allow for Ashe to fill the gap at square leg, and had Brett Scarbeck and Peter Hodgeson stand as close to the edge of the fielding circle as they were able; if Darmen needed a boundary to win, the entire game was now about denying McAlister that boundary. The Foxes dispersed to their holes, and Weaver tried to find the right words as she walked with Andreyev back to his mark, just repeating the same piece of advice - whatever Andreyev did, do not bowl a no ball. Keep your feet behind the line. Do not bowl a no ball. Do not. No. Then Weaver returned to the gully, and - along with thirty thousand people in the stadium, and a hundred and forty thousand back on the islands - awaited the final delivery.
One left. 3 to win.
Whether or not Andreyev had been dwelling on the words of his captain, he landed well behind the crease and the ball, while almost perfectly on the line of off stump, was short; McAlister had been shaping to find the gap behind midwicket, but as the ball reared up he raised his bat and feathered it over his head, towards the long straight boundary. The shot evaded the flailing arms of Lebed and dropped ahead of Martin, sprinting across from fine leg, as McAlister scrambled down the wicket. Even if the ball was stopped short of the boundary, they were guaranteed at least one run and possibly more.
The Darmeni batters crossed as Martin threw herself desperately at the bobbling ball, flicking it back with two fingers, but her momentum carried her further across the outfield and she slid into the boundary rope, her limbs waving as she tried to regain her balance. McAlister kicked up a cloud of dust as he turned for a second run, as Tyrie - charging in from third man - passed the helpless Martin and reached for the ball, gathering it and immediately winding up for a throw. The sun hung low in the sky, and there was little chance of a direct hit with the wickets rendered virtually invisible by its tangerine glare through the floodlight pylons.
But Tyrie did not need a direct hit - all he had to do, just like three balls earlier, was find the gloves of Lebed. The New Dalmatian stretched and took the ball easily this time, reached out his right arm to steady himself, and swung at the stumps as McAlister dived beneath him and sprawled out in the dirt and dust. There were shouts from red and green shirts all at once, but they strangled into silence as nobody was entirely sure who had got there first, and whether they needed to stay or leave. Weaver had her hands behind her head again, and she could see the curls of smoke as Taylor signalled for the television umpire.
Thirty thousand people drew breath as they turned to the screens, as the Plough Islanders on the field coalesced around Lebed and tried to work out what had happened; the wicketkeeper thought he had been quick enough, but admitted he did not know for certain as it had all happened very quickly. Martin grasped, wincing, at her side and talked about field placings, prompting a response from Weaver that trailed away as the captain struggled to assert herself in the discussion. Leggett - with the stridency of opinion that her comrades expected of her - was convinced that McAlister was out. Tyrie was not so sure, although he admitted to being unsighted by Lebed and the sun at the crucial moment. Andreyev suggested that Salisbury should bowl the Super Over. Weaver refused to acknowledge the suggestion, staring forlornly up at the screen as it still lingered on an advertisement for Liventian Airways that almost felt like a sign that they were heading back to Sutton.
Then - after seconds that felt like hours - the screen turned a solid, bright black, then briefly to a lurid grid of colours, before changing to what was evidently a television replay already in progress. There was a high pitched scream from somewhere in her peripheral vision, and she tried to focus on what it was showing; McAlister, lunging down the wicket, and slamming down his bat to make his ground as Lebed's gloves took the bails off. The video skipped frame by frame, and showed the toe of the bat leaving the ground again just before reaching the crease. It reached the frame where the wicket was broken, and the frame after, and the bat was still in mid-air, suspended just above the crease. It went no further. The frame dissolved into clouds, and a too reflective passenger jet swooped into view trailing three letters behind it.
OUT.
The Plough Islands had won by, quite literally, the thinnest possible margin, and Weaver felt the scream came ear-piercingly close before she was torn away from her transfixion by Andreyev, flinging his arms around his captain's neck as thirty thousand people's agony and ecstasy amplified into a deafening climax. To her left, Lebed offered an arm and some words of comfort to Dickenson, as Leggett hoisted the slight Tyrie high in the air, and as Weaver craned her neck she could see a green and amber flag that had made an appearance from somewhere, as Scarbeck hugged Salisbury to the synthesised brass introduction of Golden Age that had become so familiar over the last two weeks.
It had been a rare, but entirely genuine, classic game of cricket - one of tension balanced with aggression, teamwork balanced with individual excellence, and where the outcome had changed almost from one ball to the next as each team had been in the ascendancy. And yet the Plough Islands had won through exactly the virtues that Weaver sought to lead through; unity and co-operation in the spirit of socialism, self-belief in the face of adversity, and recovering from setbacks and leaving them in the past. It had even been her decisions that had been crucial at the end - Andreyev bowling the final over, and Martin being in a position to intercept the ramp shot from McAlister - so whatever had happened, she had merited praise.
Weaver should be revelling in the glory of victory - why did she feel like a bystander? Why, as twelfth man Tim Bleasdale grasped her in a bear hug, was she incapable of sharing his joy in this moment?
Why, now, was this all too much for her?

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XI FOR WORLD TROPHY VS. BAGGIELAND

PLAYER BAT BOW
#15 BK Scarbeck RHB
#17 ANL Weaver RHB
#16 ADM Tyrie RHB RLB
#9 KCT Laing RHB
#11 AC Leggett RHB RLB
#5 TM Bleasdale RHB
#7 P Hodgeson LHB SLW
#10 IT Lebed (c) (w) LHB
#2 DV Andreyev RHB RFM
#3 S Ashe RHB ROB
#14 NA Salisbury LHB SLA
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Postby Sylestone » Sat Dec 09, 2023 1:57 pm

Milchama Batting
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
P de Franches b McMillan 0 3 0 0
Y Malliteen c Hall b Scron 23 25 3 1 92
H March (c) c Eastwood b Cross 137 132 12 3 103.79
J Carney b Afosha 58 80 3 0 72.5
E Heldt not out 60 44 5 3 136.36
D Carpenter c Tiati (+) b Cross 0 1 0 0
B Guerin (+) c McMillan b Scron 13 11 1 0 118.18
T Pehrson not out 10 5 2 0 200
EXTRAS (1 lb, 3 wd, 1 nb) 5
TOTAL for 6 wickets 306 (50 ov; 6.12 RPO)
Did not bat: K Prentice, B Woods, N Zanton

FOW: 1-1 (P de Franches, 0.3 overs); 2-47 (Y Malliteen, 9.6 overs); 3-182 (J Carney, 35.5 overs);
4-245 (H March (c), 43.3 overs); 5-245 (D Carpenter, 43.4 overs); 6-288 (B Guerin (+), 48.3 overs)

Sylestone Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
J McMillan 7 0 45 1 6.43 (2 wd)
S Scron 9 0 62 2 6.89 (1 nb)
S Asaskia 6 0 27 0 4.5
S Cross 6 0 48 2 8
B Hall 7 0 44 0 6.29
K Sonnel 10 0 57 0 5.7 (1 wd)
L Afosha 5 0 22 1 4.4

Sylestone Batting (Target: 307)
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
L Tiati (c) (+) lbw b March 95 92 11 0 103.26
N Lovia c Guerin (+) b Pehrson 11 12 2 0 91.67
B Eastwood not out 143 135 15 2 105.93
L Cocrine c&b Zanton 7 15 0 0 46.67
S Asaskia c Prentice b Zanton 31 18 3 2 172.22
L Afosha b Zanton 4 2 1 0 200
S Cross c de Franches b Woods 10 10 1 0 100
J McMillan not out 1 1 0 0 100
EXTRAS (4 wd, 1 nb) 5
TOTAL for 6 wickets 307 (47.2 ov; 6.49 RPO)
Did not bat: B Hall, S Scron, K Sonnel

FOW: 1-26 (N Lovia, 4.5 overs); 2-195 (L Tiati (c) (+), 32.5 overs); 3-227 (L Cocrine, 38.6 overs);
4-273 (S Asaskia, 44.1 overs); 5-277 (L Afosha, 44.3 overs); 6-306 (S Cross, 47.1 overs)

Milchama Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
T Pehrson 9 0 56 1 6.22 (1 wd)
B Woods 7.2 0 56 1 7.64 (1 wd)
N Zanton 10 0 64 3 6.4
D Carpenter 6 0 50 0 8.33 (1 wd)
K Prentice 9 0 47 0 5.22
H March (c) 6 0 34 1 5.67 (1 wd)

Venue: The Bastion Dover Cricket Ground, Dover, Liventia
Match number: Match 126
Toss: Sylestone won the toss and elected to bowl
Season/Tournament: GCF ODI World Trophy IV
Matchdays: Quarterfinal
Player of the Match: Brianna Eastwood (SYL)
Series result:
Debut: None
Umpires: J Crews (LEN), DC Donaldson (LEN)
TV Umpire: E Rawinda-Prajogo (LEN)
Reserve Umpire: Unknown
Match Referee: K Shah (LEN)
Match Result: Sylestone win by four wickets with 14 balls remaining



Semifinal XI vs Ko-oren @ Island Cricket Arena, Schimpol, Liventia
1. Luke Tiati (c) (+)
2. Nicholas Lovia
3. Brianna Eastwood
4. Lachlan Cocrine
5. Samuel Asaskia
6. Liam Afosha
7. Samuel Cross
8. Jesse McMillan
9. Broughton Hall
10. Samuel Scron
11. Kate Sonnel
Last edited by Sylestone on Sat Dec 09, 2023 2:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Postby Liventia » Sat Dec 09, 2023 2:56 pm

Semi-final results
Ko-oren 243/8 (50 overs)
Sylestone 247/8 (37.4 overs)
Sylestone win by (2) wickets

The Plough Islands 257/6 (47.1 overs)
Baggieland 255/8 (50 overs)
The Plough Islands win by (4) wickets

Final: Sylestone vs The Plough Islands at the Park Central Oval, Orean
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Postby Sylestone » Mon Dec 11, 2023 5:17 am

Apologies to Ko-oren for the lack of RP, I might edit one in after the conclusion of the tournament once I'm feeling a little bit less shit.

Ko-oren Batting
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
R Twaddle c Cross b McMillan 18 27 2 0 66.67
L Firembee st Tiati (+) b Sonnel 61 79 7 0 77.22
C ySalw c Tiati (+) b Asaskia 3 5 0 0 60
D Bercier c Tiati (+) b Asaskia 0 10 0 0
F Barklas lbw b McMillan 49 80 3 0 61.25
R Taylor c Tiati (+) b Asaskia 46 49 4 1 93.88
D Plier (+) b Cross 32 26 3 1 123.08
T Stanway (c) c Scron b Asaskia 8 6 0 1 133.33
N Courtenay not out 7 10 0 0 70
B Chapman not out 11 9 0 0 122.22
EXTRAS (1 b, 3 lb, 3 wd, 1 nb) 8
TOTAL for 8 wickets 243 (50 ov; 4.86 RPO)
Did not bat: P Magcay

FOW: 1-38 (R Twaddle, 8.2 overs); 2-43 (C ySalw, 9.4 overs); 3-45 (D Bercier, 11.5 overs);
4-106 (L Firembee, 27.3 overs); 5-163 (F Barklas, 38.5 overs); 6-206 (R Taylor, 44.1 overs);
7-223 (T Stanway (c), 46.4 overs); 8-225 (D Plier (+), 47.2 overs)

Sylestone Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
J McMillan 9 0 46 2 5.11 (1 wd, 1 nb)
S Scron 9 1 38 0 4.22
S Asaskia 10 1 52 4 5.2 (2 wd)
B Hall 8 0 27 0 3.38
K Sonnel 7 0 34 1 4.86
S Cross 7 0 42 1 6

Sylestone Batting (Target: 244)
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
L Tiati (c) (+) c ySalw b Magcay 14 13 2 0 107.69
N Lovia b Taylor 51 48 8 1 106.25
B Eastwood b Magcay 2 9 0 0 22.22
L Cocrine not out 114 81 8 6 140.74
S Asaskia run out (Barklas, Stanway) 27 41 2 0 65.85
L Afosha c Plier (+) b Stanway 8 12 0 0 66.67
S Cross not out 17 20 2 0 85
EXTRAS (5 lb, 9 wd) 14
TOTAL for 5 wickets 247 (37.2 ov; 6.62 RPO)
Did not bat: J McMillan, B Hall, S Scron, K Sonnel

FOW: 1-21 (L Tiati (c) (+), 3.4 overs); 2-35 (B Eastwood, 7.1 overs); 3-92 (N Lovia, 14.4 overs);
4-164 (S Asaskia, 26.5 overs); 5-193 (L Afosha, 30.3 overs)

Ko-oren Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
N Courtenay 4 0 26 0 6.5 (2 wd)
P Magcay 8 0 46 2 5.75 (5 wd)
B Chapman 7 0 36 0 5.14
R Taylor 5.2 0 41 1 7.69 (2 wd)
T Stanway (c) 8 0 55 1 6.88
F Barklas 5 0 38 0 7.6

Venue: Island Cricket Arena, Schimpol, Liventia
Match number: Match 129
Toss: Ko-oren won the toss and elected to bat
Season/Tournament: GCF ODI World Trophy IV
Matchdays: Semifinal
Player of the Match: Lachlan Cocrine (SYL)
Debut: None
Umpires: J Crews (LEN), DC Donaldson (LEN)
TV Umpire: E Rawinda-Prajogo (LEN)
Reserve Umpire: Unknown
Match Referee: K Shah (LEN)
Match Result: Sylestone win by five wickets with 76 balls remaining


Grand Final XI vs The Plough Islands @ Park Central Oval, Orean, Liventia
1. Luke Tiati (c) (+)
2. Nicholas Lovia
3. Brianna Eastwood
4. Lachlan Cocrine
5. Samuel Asaskia
6. Liam Afosha
7. Samuel Cross
8. Caitlyn Freehill*
9. Broughton Hall
10. Samuel Scron
11. Kate Sonnel

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Postby The Plough Islands » Mon Dec 11, 2023 12:00 pm

Right, here we go - I feel like it's basically a 50/50 shot from here, particularly with how well and *consistently* Syle has been roleplaying (while I've been scrabbling around pre-deadline), so good luck, and if you win I'll be delighted for you and it will have been well deserved :D
(although I demand a rematch, scorinated in a car park with a tennis ball covered in grip tape. Six and out. Bring your own bat. It's the future of the sport, I'm telling you...)



on the 9th December 2023, the Plough Islands Gazette wrote:
WORLD TROPHY: MAGNIFICENT FOXES BRAVE BAGGIE ADVERSITY TO REACH SECOND FINAL
by Denis Wormwood, Sporting Correspondent, in City Centre

Five hundred and nine days after the Plough Islands won their first Global Cricket Federation World Trophy championship, clad in purple beneath sunny Surbourneshire skies on a warm July day, an evolution of that Foxes side outfought a brave Baggieland team to earn the proletarians of our small country an improbable chance at a second title. They did so in arguably harder circumstances than Kevin Laing's side faced in Ko-oren, with their green shirts soaked in sweat from the heat and humidity of the Liventian hinterlands, and with a lineup welded together through adversity and necessity that lacked iconic captain Shauna Weaver.
The loss of Leanne Martin, with Tim Bleasdale brought in as a specialist batter after the left-hander injured herself fielding the decisive final ball against Darmen, was relatively routine, but the absence of Weaver was anything but. Head coach Lourens Hendricks explained in the morning that Weaver had slipped and twisted her ankle on one of the outgrounds of the National Centre of Excellence during her team's final warmup, which this author understands to be true; however, the form of the leading run scorer for the Plough Islands has been patchy thus far in Liventia, with scores of 117 and 71 in the matches against Ko-oren her only scores above thirty. With the captaincy rendering her effectively unable to drop herself to recuperate - as happened regularly under the captaincy of Laing - a patch of wet grass in City Centre may yet have brought her more relief than anguish.
In the event, wicketkeeper-batter Ilya Lebed was listed as captain on the teamsheet, although once the New Dalmatian won the toss and put Baggieland in to bat, it appeared as though Laing was directing most of the field placements. Lebed's decision owed a lot to an early winter shower that had blown in from the coast overnight and left the covers soaked, and the humidity was still palpable in the morning sun as Shao Lin and Toyah Trull opened for the Throstles. While the pitch was flat and even, it was playing very slowly in places and the inconsistent bounce was reflected in a very, very slow start to the game; Baggieland struggled for boundaries, and had only hit one four by the time the first wicket fell. Lin had been driven to desperation following a maiden from Naomi Salisbury and set off for a run that was never there from the first ball of the seventh over, a doomed effort that ended in both Baggies at the same end and the simplest run out Sarah Ashe would ever have to make.
The Plough Islanders were keen to press home their advantage while they could, but they encountered stubborn resistance from Trull and left-hander Mason Thale, who came in and immediately sought to dominate the Foxes' bowling attack, and they waited out Dimitry Andreyev's pace with the new ball while scoring predominantly from Salisbury's left-arm spin. Together, they added a relatively brisk half century as the damp areas of the pitch began to fade, and it took some toil and patience to find a way through. Andreyev had won the battle against Trull before, in their group F match last week, and he found the left-hander's edge again; Laing was waiting in the slips on this occasion, and the partnership was broken with Trull one short of a half century.
This was a minor setback for the Baggies, but as more wickets fell it soon threatened to turn into a major one; Mika Ichimura chopped a relatively innocuous Arnold Tyrie legbreak straight to Brett Scarbeck at cover, and wicketkeeper Lucy Irish was run out without scoring, before Ashe sent down a slower ball that Thale misread, lunged at, and was blindsided by as it stayed low and went through for Lebed to effect the stumping. From 102-1, the Throstles had crumbled to 125-5 and now had two new batters at the crease. Again, though, Baggieland dug in and arrested the slide, with captain Jenny Harrington-Smythe and all-rounder Lou Schumacher blocking out ball after ball from Ashe and Salisbury, before targeting the wrist spin of Tyrie and Peter Hodgeson as they pushed in the last ten overs. Given how the pitch in City Centre was playing, and the still oppressive heat, anything above 200 could potentially prove enough to win the day, and they edged towards it through intelligently rotating the strike as Laing, Lebed, and Salisbury tried various bowlers to little avail.
The Throstles put on 66 for the sixth wicket before Andreyev came back into the attack, and the Redcliff bowler struck immediately with a ball that arced in and plucked Schumacher's middle stump out of the ground and sent it tumbling end over end towards the sightscreen. Schumacher's dismissal sparked a frantic final five overs, where the Throstles' run rate ticked upwards and boundaries began to come consistently, but more dangerously. Tangi Anker was put down by Scarbeck in the gully from his first ball, and smashed Salisbury back over her head for six before edging behind two deliveries later, while at the other end Harrington-Smythe was taking more risks and getting away with them, finding gaps in Laing's fields with ease. Andreyev was able to stem the bleeding a little at the end, bowling consistent line and length and clean bowling spinner Victor Perks with his second to last delivery, but a misfield at deep extra cover saw Harrington-Smythe and Julie Flood run three from the final delivery to boost Baggieland's score to 255, with the Throstles' captain finishing on 78 not out - in the circumstances, a commendable achievement on a pitch that was only now behaving consistently.
That it was now behaving consistently, though, would certainly have buoyed Lebed and his comrades as they prepared to chase, and as Scarbeck walked out with Andrew Weaver in tow, it was to the vocal and energetic encouragement of the green pockets of the National Centre of Excellence Oval, convinced they were about to witness a second World Trophy final qualification. Like his sister, Andrew Weaver had struggled to maintain his positive momentum at times in Liventia, with his century against Ko-oren masking some poor shot choices that contributed to a run of early dismissals. He was on form today, however, and took up the offensive early on by slog-sweeping Flood out to the square leg boundary in the first over of the chase. The main issue for the Foxes, though, was at the other end, as they lost two wickets in relatively quick succession; Scarbeck top-edged through to Irish, and Tyrie - promoted to bat at three in his captain's absence - was caught unawares by a Schumacher yorker that hit him on the foot, trapping him lbw.
The arrival of the experienced Laing calmed the situation, however; and, one suspects, Weaver's heart among many others. Like Baggieland before them, they found themselves knuckling down and making the best of the situation, with the foe this time being less the now cooperative pitch and more the seemingly lightning quick Throstle pace quartet. Laing was able to get the measure of the quicker bowlers early, and never seemed rattled by short balls, while Weaver continued to alternate between confidence and paranoia but nevertheless continued scoring all the while. When the fielding restrictions eased, the runs began to flow in earnest, and while Laing continued to manage the strike well, Weaver hit Perks for two fours in quick succession to bring up his third half century of the tournament, raising his bat to the crowd as it seemed the Foxes were well on their way to victory.
Perks struck back immediately after the milestone, however, evading Weaver's bat and pads and finding his middle stump with his very next ball. The Throstles celebrated the dismissal as though it was the breakthrough they needed, but this proved a false dawn as Leggett swatted the legspinner for four to end the over, and soon settled into a routine of boundaries and singles with Laing that was all too familiar from their match in Folenisa. The veteran partnership weathered the pace of Flood and Avril Lurge and focused on scoring off the medium pacers and Perks, and Baggieland again seemed to have no answer. Harrington-Smythe tried changing fields, switching ends, and even bowling herself, being hit by Leggett for consecutive fours, while Laing brought up his fifty with a drive back over Lurge's head as the required run rate edged ever downwards.
By the time the next wicket came - Leggett charging down the wicket at the non-striker's end in defiance of sense, with Perks having enough time to drop the return throw before effecting the run out - the Throstles' songs were more muted with less than a hundred runs required for the Plough Islands and Laing in full flow. Eventually, after adding another half century with Bleasdale, the former captain's innings came to an end on 90 after misjudging a pull to Perks, who pegged back Laing's off stump for what felt almost like a Phyrric victory. New batter Hodgeson had little chance to get going before he attempted to hoick Lurge to cow corner and found Ichimura at deep midwicket, but by now there were only 22 runs remaining and it fell to the two wicketkeepers - Bleasdale and Lebed - to steady the ship and sail the Plough Islands home.
Any hope Baggieland may have had rested in taking quick wickets, but the Foxes offered them precious few opportunities to do so; Ichimura had another chance at midwicket within an over of Lebed coming to the crease, but she had to backtrack at speed as the afternoon breeze took hold, and all her late dive succeeded in doing was deflecting the ball over the rope and turning a four into a six. Thereafter, Harrington-Smythe appeared to realise the game was up, with the Plough Islanders taking the last few runs in half-run singles through to the off side, bringing the Foxes within one shot of a second consecutive World Trophy final. Flood came back for her tenth and final over, and Bleasdale - a proudly adopted son of the islands from Liverpool via Lainemouth - whipped her first ball to the leg side boundary to make sure of the victory.
"I didn't really do much, like," Bleasdale told this author after the match with characteristic understatement, "but yeah, it was nice to be there at the end and get to play in another final. It's not sunk in really, 's all been a bit mad going from one place to the next and getting used to a new set of bouncers!" Laing praised the Baggieland spirit too, although more directly - "they fought until the end and they never for one second made it easy. If they had gone through to the final, they would have thoroughly deserved it" - and Lebed, too, remarked on the quality of cricket played by the "new and vastly improved" Throstles. "We had to be at the top of our game today, particularly with everything that has been happening, and yes, I think they will be serious title contenders in the future. We had to improvise a lot with Shauna not being here and basically had no plan after everything happened in the first ten overs...we had to come together and draw on strength we did not know we had to make it." Lebed seemed to dwell heavily on the absence of his captain, but was optimistic about the upcoming final. "Whatever the coming days have for us, we know we have her support, and I really hope that we can have her back to training, and hopefully ready in time for the big match in Orean..."
There, at the Park Central Oval, await Sylestone, who were dispatched by the Foxes at Lewes Park earlier in the tournament, but who are rightfully proud to be led by the multiverse's greatest wicketkeeper batter in Luke Tiati, and who will come to the crease with a desire and a drive that makes their top order collapse in Neverend meaningless as a comparison, particularly in a heavily charged tournament atmosphere. The stand-in captain, though, is serene about the prospects for the Plough Islanders. "I mean, sport is sport, you can win and you can lose and it can feel like an awful lot of fuss to make about going out and having some fun with a bat and a ball. Kevin kept telling us that we know what we can do as Plough Islanders, it was just about making sure the world knew, and regardless of what happens, we know that the world knows now."
"But once you step over that rope, with the green shirt on, you kind of are not playing just for yourself any more...you play for a hundred and forty thousand people back in Highrock, and Sutton, and Foxdale, and all across the islands, and all the years of history that led up to this. People who came before the people who believe in us, you know, and people who have died for the cause of socialism, for the Plough Islands. And all we can do, for all of those people - our comrades - is try our hardest".

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XI FOR WORLD TROPHY VS. SYLESTONE

PLAYER BAT BOW
#15 BK Scarbeck RHB
#17 ANL Weaver RHB
#16 ADM Tyrie RHB RLB
#9 KCT Laing RHB
#11 AC Leggett RHB RLB
#5 TM Bleasdale RHB
#12 LA Martin LHB
#10 IT Lebed (c) (w) LHB
#2 DV Andreyev RHB RFM
#3 S Ashe RHB ROB
#14 NA Salisbury LHB SLA
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Liventia » Mon Dec 11, 2023 1:46 pm

Final
Sylestone 273/7 (50 overs)
The Plough Islands 275/7 (47 overs)
The Plough Islands win by (3) wickets with 18 balls to spare

New rankings
Rank	Nation				Total	
1 The Plough Islands 44.116
2 Sylestone 37.689
3 Ko-oren 37.280
4 Gruenberg 36.931
5 Krytenia 30.664
6 TJUN-ia 24.558
7 Liventia 23.644
8 Darmen 22.464
9 Gnejs 21.844
10 Baggieland 19.453
11 Milchama 19.110
12 Eastfield Lodge 16.367
13 The Sarian 15.115
14 Kimi-Suomi 12.794
15 Quebec and Shingoryeo 12.534
16 Lisander and Alice Bay 10.934
17 StrayaRoos 10.350
18 Barunia 10.229
19 The Kytler Peninsulae 9.927
20 South Newlandia 9.563
21 Damukuni 8.014
21 Sharktail 8.014
23 Rundel 7.146
24 Sajnur 6.500
25 Delaclava 6.125
26 Uncertainty 5.993
27 Kriegiersien 5.986
28 Indusse 5.870
29 Gortolekua 5.615
30 West Barack and East Obama 5.248
31 Sarzonia 4.083
32 City of Myrtle Beach 3.461
32 Rajyasthan 3.461
34 Bollonich 3.063
34 Brookstation 3.063
34 Goram 3.063
37 Samrif 2.917
38 United States of Devonta 2.732
39 Pratapgadh 2.424
40 Basel-Triesen 2.186
40 Kunskil 2.186
40 Tibhurstan 2.186
43 Cyborg Holland 2.042
44 Garbelia 1.910
44 Saint-Domingue 1.910
46 The Grearish Union 1.396
47 Godchouzetsu 1.021
48 Nightralia 0.911
49 Hebitaka 0.882
49 Silvedania 0.882
51 Ethane 0.367
51 Sannyamathland 0.367
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Democratic Socialists

Postby The Plough Islands » Mon Dec 25, 2023 2:30 pm

First of all, an apology; this was meant to go up about two weeks earlier. It's been sitting on my desktop at about 85% done, only for Anaia-related duties (I love each and every one of you but we are, fundamentally, a region based on a shared love of making terrible, terrible decisions, and very occasionally this leaks out into reality) and work being stupid in the run-up to the holidays to get in the way of finishing it until now. Sorry about that - hopefully this doesn't count as grave digging!
That said, commiserations to Sylestone - who will absolutely win the next edition or the one after that, mark my words! - and thankyou to everyone else for making this tournament a good one in the end. I appreciate the competent hosting from Liventia, although my opinions on the format and the use of double scorination haven't really changed for the experience of being in it, unfortunately. I was panicking just about every single cutoff and feel I produced some sub-standard RPs as a result, and I strongly believe that we should look to go back to a longer, single-scorination tournament in future editions; hopefully that can be facilitated by not having to work around the holidays.
Finally, to whoever might be reading this (both of you), I hope this hasn't all been too tedious to read, and I'm glad if you've somehow got some enjoyment or inspiration from this orchestrated misuse of the passive voice. A belated happy holidays to you all, and may your new year bring peace, socialism, justice, and cricket, in varying proportions, and not necessarily in that order.
...who keeps telling me, that I'm winning?...




Caitlyn Freehill sent the ball down quickly, kicking up a cloud of dust in her follow-through as the ball pitched up a little from the well-used pitch at the Park Central Oval, but Ilya Tikhonovich Lebed needed only a split second to confirm where he was going to hit it. The Plough Islander wicketkeeper knew which shot he was going to play; Luke Tiati had moved Broughton Hall into his eyeline to try and cut off the drive, but he was going to go into the leg side, between bowler and umpire, and keep the ball low to avoid being caught. He closed his eyes, pushed forward, and swung at nothing, as the ball flew past his bat, and as his conscious mind realised it had made a mistake, the hollow, almost musical sound of his off stump being clipped and torn out of the earth confirmed it.
Freehill was fighting a lost cause, and knew it; thanks largely to Kevin Laing's unbeaten century at the other end, the Foxes needed as many runs - three - as Sylestone now needed wickets, and she was bowling her ninth over of line and length with the dutiful lack of enthusiasm of a pallbearer. Nevertheless, she had just taken a wicket in a World Trophy final, and for a few seconds that was all that mattered, as she shared handclaps and fist bumps with her team-mates in a gaggle of bright orange shirts, while Ilya allowed himself a rueful grin as he looked back at the stumps before beginning the short trek off the field.

"Just got beaten on the outside edge." Ilya sheepishly told Kevin Laing as he passed him at the non-striker's end.
"It happens." Kevin shrugged and gestured vaguely at the scoreboard. He was still smiling, with all the confidence that came with being on 106 not out, and patted him on the back. "We will get over the line for you."
"For me?" Ilya had the asterisk next to his name on the scorecard, but that had been a decision made in a panic when it had belatedly become very clear, an hour before their semi-final against Baggieland, that Shauna Weaver was not going to be in any shape to play. Truthfully, he was looking forward to relinquishing the role and going back to being part of the team.
"Yes, Ilya, for you. You did great today." Kevin was always generous with his praise, but he had a gift for making it feel sincere, and when Ilya thought about it 38 from, give or take, about that many balls was far from a bad contribution to make in a final.
"Thanks, Kevin. Means a lot coming from you. Good luck." He smiled up at his former captain, and took his hand briefly as he left for the boundary.

"Just got beaten on the outside edge." Ilya sheepishly told Dimitry Andreyev as they met on the rope.
"Figures with the timing." If Dimitry had not expected to bat, it did not show, with the Redcliff all-rounder fully padded and laced up against the remnants of the Sylestone pace attack. "Is there anything I should know about?"
"Nothing you will not have seen, Dimitry. The bouncers are still coming in like bouncers."
Dimitry nodded as Ilya darted past, but pulled him back for one more question. "Anything you want me to do?"
"Um..." Ilya would have struggled for an answer any other day - he was normally the one asking the question - but with the scorecard so heavily weighed in the Foxes' favour, he felt like strategy was a little pointless, and he gestured as such. "Nothing stupid, I suppose? Just stay calm and be sensible for two minutes and we will make it. Ни пуха, ни пера."
Dimitry just shook his head and laughed, and patted Ilya on the back one last time before they finally parted ways. The new batsman went to join Kevin out in the middle, while Ilya picked his way over to the steps up to the pavilion.

"Just got beaten on the outside edge." Ilya sheepishly told Lourens Hendricks as they met at the top of the stairs.
"Ja, I saw." Lourens was very, very rarely found without a permanent smile, the kind that pulled his cheeks and grey, wiry sideburns into absurd contortions of happiness, but it was particularly wide today. "Ah, shame you couldn't make it to the big moment, y'know?"
Ilya winced a little. "I tried to!"
"Don't worry about it, Ilya, ja? You did great." Lourens pulled Ilya into a hug. "Are you...sure you're gonna come up here with only three left?"
"Oh, absolutely. I mean, I am not going to not be with you at the end!"
Lourens laughed, and shifted to let Ilya through into the pavilion. The changing room was entirely empty, and he found his team all packed on to the balcony, greeting him with a succession of pats and skimming through their commiserations to immediate, almost speechless excitement about the match situation. In the atmosphere, Ilya had begun to forget about his wicket already, the buoyancy was so infectious; Tim Bleasdale was theatrically hugging people and telling them to enjoy the moment, as if they needed telling, while Sarah Ashe - who would be next in if Dimitry or Kevin fell - was gesturing with her bat and pads and none of her usual calm stoicity, and Jonathan Iddon was pointing at the giant scoreboard every five seconds like a child on their first day of school.
Mathematically, the match was not yet won, but the Plough Islanders had long since abandoned the question of if, and began to lose their thoughts in when.

"Just..."
"...got beaten on the outside edge?" Shauna Weaver grinned up at Ilya, as she sipped her tea from one of the pavilion's wicker chairs.
Ilya just laughed. "You saw it, then?"
Shauna waved her arm at the balcony railings. "I heard you talking about it!" The electric, nervous energy had made its way down to the other side of the veranda, where Ilya's captain was propped up on a plastic chair with her ankle, braced in fibreglass, still elevated on a cushion and a milk carton. She certainly seemed a lot more positive than when Ilya had last seen her, limping in agony away from the nets at the Liventian National Centre of Excellence, and that lifted some of the weight from his heart.
"Are you doing alright?"
"Yeah. This is just a precaution, not to make it worse," Shauna gestured, before she caught Ilya's concerned gaze and realised what he meant. "Oh. Yeah. Everybody has been asking that a lot since the semi final, you know?"
Ilya opened his mouth to answer - and, instinctively, to justify himself - but he was cut off by a brief murmur in the crowd as, out in the middle, Freehill began to run in to Dimitry. She came over the wicket to the right-handed all-rounder, and a good length ball on the line of off stump was met with a straight defence, Dimitry jamming the toe of the bat down to keep it out, and the excitement began to fade a little.
"I appreciate the concern, honestly." continued Shauna, her voice a little lower. "But I do not want to be treated like some sort of special case...if anything, that just feels worse. I just want to get the chance to work on my game a bit, like I should have been doing, and try and get a better balance going forward, because I know that logically, I must have been doing something right as a captain, or else we would not be here..."
"I mean, we know what you can do with the bat, and what you are capable of as a captain" Ilya offered. "It is just trying to do the both of those things at once.".
"Exactly." Shauna sighed, as if she was trying to convince herself to believe what she was hearing and saying. "So hopefully, I can try and make my brain learn from that, and worry less about all of you and spend the time I need to on myself."
Lourens, who had joined them at the end of the balcony, nodded enthusiastically. "And we will support you, ja. Sometimes you've just gotta make the mistakes to get them out of the way and know how to handle it, y'know?" Almost conspiratorially, Lourens thumped Shauna on her shoulder, his grin growing wider, and Ilya thought he saw his captain smile back as he turned to watch the last ball of the over.
The crowd around them were beginning to find their voice as Freehill came in again, skidding on her delivery stride, and Dimitry strode down the track towards the short ball; it was almost exactly the same shot Ilya had tried to play two balls earlier, a fact not lost on the wicketkeeper as he momentarily had to look away. Dimitry, though, played the drive cleanly, and as the ball raced back across the outfield he called Kevin through for a single, only for the ball to keep going, and going, and thousands of voices called out as they realised that Hall was not going to reach it in time to prevent the boundary. Dimitry raced past Kevin, and thrust his bat in the air and tore his helmet from his head, calling out his joy as Hall slid desperately into the cushioned rope and the Plough Islands won their second World Trophy title.

The howl from the centre of Orean was deafening, as the Park Central Oval rose as one to acknowledge the climax of the competition and congratulate the victors, but small pockets of the stadium were taking the news rather better than others. Aside from the scenes on the pavilion balcony, the loudest cheers were coming from a section to the left of the main grandstand, where a travelling flute band had scrambled for their instruments and, from behind a four-metre green and amber flag, were striking up a proud if muddled Golden Age as glorious chaos unfolded behind them. Here, halfway across the multiverse from home, was where travelling Plough Islanders of all stripes had gathered; sailors, farmers, stevedores, and factory workers were embracing each other and throwing their scarves and hats high in the air, overcome with emotion at their small country turning the multiverse upside down once more.
And right at the back of this node of green and amber, separated by a walkway, there was a small group of older men in dark jumpers who almost seemed out of place - conspicuous not only by the constables and their rifles who flanked them on either side, but by how calmly they had carried themselves. One of them, though, had thrown the façade away the moment Dimitry had made contact with the ball, contorting his tall frame into a backwards couch as he clenched his fists, shouting to the skies, and spontaneously reciprocating the affection of the woman in front of him, whose eyes had temporarily gone wide as she saw who she was hugging before they got caught up in the jubilation. As the noise began to plateau, though, he peeled away from the crowd and bounded back up the stairs with an energy that belied his years.
"Champions of the world, comrade!" Cde Dale Piper grinned over at his companion. Ten days ago, he had been the Premier of the Commonwealth of the Plough Islands, but now he was in Liventia merely as a travelling companion of his successor, and the freedom this granted him to speak and do as he pleased - within reason - was something he was enjoying finding the boundaries of. "Does that not make you proud?" he asked, the question as rhetorical as it was exuberant.
"Oh, certainly, yes!" Cde Arthur Gibbs wore a thin, but nonetheless satisfied smile as he surveyed the scene; he looked like he would be more at home in a social club armchair at the cricket, rather than out in the middle as his well-built predecessor had once been, but the emotion in his voice showed that his pride and passion for his country was no less real. "You know, I could hardly have asked for a better start to my Premiership...another blow struck for the Plough Islands, and for socialism."
"Oh, comrade, it will be a good night this evening!" Cde Piper laughed. "You will get the best headlines possible back home, and the goodwill you get from this abroad is something you can never stop reaping from. Just watch your step, I imagine the Liventians will be looking for you already for the formalities!"
He nudged his successor gently, as he made a show of scanning the horizon for the security forces of the host nation, who the former Premier suspected were already not entirely happy with them for standing among the people rather than cloistered away behind glass in the grandstand. Cde Gibbs, though, remained rooted to the spot, his eyes briefly seeming to glaze over behind his spectacles, and when he finally spoke, there was a hint of fear. "...at risk of sounding weak, comrade, how...or what, I suppose, do I do?" he asked, still staring out at the middle.
Cde Piper smiled, and he hesitated a little before he spoke. "You will be fine. I know your principles, Arthur, and as long as you remember those, nothing you say will be the wrong thing." He started off down the stairs, before looking back over his shoulder.
"You are at the helm now, Premier. Do them proud. Do me proud."
Then he was gone; Cde Gibbs felt he must have blinked and missed his old comrade as he slipped away into the revellers. He felt a tap on his shoulder, as the constable next to him indicated that it was, indeed, time to move out to the middle for the presentations. He nodded his head and sighed to himself, as the final notes of the Plough Islander anthem tailed off from the band below him.
It suddenly felt rather lonely at the top of the world, and it seemed like a long, long, long way down from here.

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