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Gnejs
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Postby Gnejs » Mon Dec 11, 2023 2:07 am

Killer Bob’s WCQ34 Match reports

MD7. Gnejs - Quakmybush: 1-1

They gained a point here. Or, they should’ve. Just look at this table, from the official hosts: two draws, one point.

Team           P W D L F  A  PTS
Bettia 7 6 0 1 31 16 18
Quak. 7 5 1 1 17 8 16
N. Caes. 7 5 1 1 14 8 16
Kiryu-Shi 7 2 1 4 13 19 7
Es. Intenso 7 2 0 5 12 16 6
Lovisa 6 1 1 4 6 15 4
Gnejs 7 0 2 5 7 18 1


What’s that about, Holy Empire? Very unprofessional. If this was one of my imaginary internet games, this kind of thing would be great RP inspiration starting a story arc about wide-ranging corruption within the governing bodies of international football and attempts to crush the spirit of an up and coming star. When it happens in real life, it’s just sad. I can’t recall any reactions back when this all occurred. Maybe it was quickly rectified and people didn’t notice. I’ll have to check in again on the table later. Game was fairly boring. Apart from the end, where a Dandelion fan put a whistle up to a megaphone and just let loose, making the bush people think they heard the final whistle. In the confusion, old hero Henrik Larsson scored and made it 1-1. Sounds ridiculous? It was, but that’s what happened, it’s all here on the tapes, and I think you’ll find the Quakmybush version of events corresponding as well.


What is a Rock of Friendship?

The rock is just any old rock, of course. Often a piece of gneiss, but it doesn’t have to be. Slate, marble or quartzite are not uncommon. Granite remains popular. The days when you subscribed actual magical qualities to the rock per se are gone (mostly), but those stories testifies to the deep significance and reverence that lies at heart of what the Rock represents. And what the Rock represents is something that endures.

The origin of granting another person a Rock of Friendship dates way, way back. Nobody could tell you specifically when or why the first Rock was granted, but there’s a consensus that the custom likely appeared when the land was still universally wild and brutish, but there were enough people around to allow strangers meeting one another on occasion. For many years it was said that the rock we dwell upon - Gnejs itself - came to be ages and eons ago, when some entity of a plane otherwise squatted and relieved itself in a distant corner of a vast sea. In other words, the island - The Rock - was thought to be of an esoteric and otherworldly origin, and any small piece of the great Rock carried within it a tiny speck of that quality.

Alas, you couldn’t expect to be awarded with some mythical power or fortune by simply hacking off a piece and calling it your own, although of course many did. There are numerous old gnejsian folk tales that details what happens to people like that (they all end with the person in question dying while screaming), and they can also enlighten us as to how the custom of The Rock was being practiced. If you could simply gain favor by stealing from the source, it would completely devalue its unique (perceived) power, and therefore a Rock needed to be given, bestowed upon one person by another. And not for any old reason, it had to be a significant gesture; to give a Rock in vain was tantamount to stealing and would likely be seen as risking the same kind of supernatural punishment. Several stories speak of how one person is rescued from great peril by another, and as a token of their gratitude they pick a Rock from the ground (they never remove it by force) and bestow it upon their savior. It is the act of giving the Rock that imbues it with power, and this giving also symbolizes the Eternal Bond of Friendship, which in turn is governed by the Customs of Friendship. We will get back to what these customs entail, but in short the act of giving creates a bond between giver and receiver, where the former pledges themselves to the latter in what could almost be dubbed a kind of fraternal servitude.

In the old days, it was often the receiver that was highlighted in the stories, because they had gotten a Rock and by extension a part of the original source, and would be most blessed going forward (and rightly so, due to their noble act). The part of the giver was never ignored, but often downplayed. It was expected that they behaved in accordance with, and honored, the Customs of Friendship. And they did. These traditions ran deep, and were not easily forgone. As times moved on, and the «age of magic» slowly abandoned majority society, the tradition of the Rock of Friendship endured, but with the focus now more heavily shifting to the obligations of the giver, and it was around these times that we can see the first traces of the Customs of Friendship being codified and documented beyond tales. The very first instance was an engraving of runes found in the west, spelling out «One does not deny a Friend», which of course to this day is one of the cardinal Customs.

With society developing in a more «modern» direction, some of the details of the tradition also changed. Actually rescuing another soul from a pack of wolves or a bear attack was no longer the requirement for someone being entitled to a Rock, but more mundane acts could also qualify. Helping out a stranger in dire need, be it financial or otherwise, was one example, and a bastardized variety even developed where a group of people - say, a village - could bestow a collective Rock on someone who had done a great deed in ensuring the community’s survival and/or prosperity. However, the individuality of giving still remained the main tradition, whereas the collective gift was often perceived as a watered down and less obligating version. A stellar exception here is of course how The Rock came to be applied in regards to international relations, a subject which we will return to shortly.

While never codified into law, honoring the Bond of Friendship still remained a strong social rule well into modernity and the age of the rule of law. This could be evident in people sorting out wrongdoing «amongst Friends» as opposed via the official justice system, but the extent of these practices (and to what extent they still appear beyond The Interior) is a disputed subject. Generally, the giving of a Rock of Friendship remains as a tradition to this day, and the Bonds of Friendship very much matter. The importance placed on the Rock, Customs and Bond varies, however. While many in the older generations and rural communities continue to practice a fairly conservative approach, new developments in application and importance can be seen in the bigger cities. An often cited - and criticized - example is mutual rock exchanges in kindergartens and schools, where parents arrange for their kids to exchange Rocks with one another to promote social cohesion and foster “Friendship” within the group. These kinds of approaches often draw criticism as a way of devaluing the tradition and what the Rock and the act of giving represents, because it is precisely the unconditionality of the giving and how the one pledges him- or herself utterly to the other without expecting anything in return, that is key and what makes the rock actually mean something.

One notable exception where the importance of tradition and prudence of old fashioned interpretations have not waned is the area of Union diplomacy and international relations. To answer why it became a part of foreign policy to begin with, we need to go back in time again. In 1421 The Union was still a more or less completely isolated part of the world. While traders of the sea and the occasional foreign ships looking for safe harbor from the unruly sea were not uncommon, they represented the only contact with the world Off-Rock and The Union had no diplomatic relationship with any other state; a Rock sustains itself, as the saying goes. Any stranger setting foot on The Rock was to be met with common cordiality, but always kept at a healthy distance, viewed with a proper dose of suspicion and never ever encouraged to overstay their welcome. It was deemed of utmost importance to never get too close with the Off-Rock-Dwellers, get unnecessarily involved in their affairs or allow them to get tangled up in Union affairs. This very much mirrored how the people of The Union related to one another beyond extended familial and communal affairs and Friendship.

During the summer of said year, the southern coast began being scourged by Viking-like pirates who pillaged and burned where they saw fit, some even going so far as to outright occupy coastal hamlets and setting them up as a base of operation. Before local and state authorities managed to stage a credible counterattack, ships from a foreign royal navy in search of a harbor to rest and resupply came and swiftly ended the pirate nightmare. In a fit of ecstasy, the local amtsman bestowed a Rock of Friendship upon the navy’s commander, but proclaimed that it was not to be viewed as an individual gift, but that it tied The Union to his homeland in eternal gratitude, mirroring the «communal» approach to the tradition mentioned earlier.

It would be a great shame to renege on such a grand gesture, of course, and the leading elders of the time had no intention of doing so. And that was how The Rock of Friendship made its way into the heart of official Union diplomacy, where it resides to this day. What this meant was that the same kind of Bonds of Friendship, that had historically applied to interpersonal relationships, was elevated and transferred to interstate relations, with The Union taking the part of the giver who pledges eternal Friendship to the receiver. The governing bodies of the day instituted a special council to oversee relations with the new Friend, and over time this became the foundation for the Foreign Ministry of today. The world Off-Rock was sorted into two camps; Friends and Acquaintances. The former would be treated in accordance with The Customs of Friendship, whereas the latter would continue to be treated according to the principles of Courteous Non-Alignment.

The Union has later gifted subsequent Rocks to other nations according to the precedent of 1421, when their effort in aiding The Union in a time of trouble was deemed so great as to be impossible to ignore, but the list has remained short and the act of giving has been rare and sparse. The last Rock gifted to another nation was in 1836.

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Xanneria
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Postby Xanneria » Mon Dec 11, 2023 9:31 am

Whose National Team is it Anyways?
Where everything's made up and the goal doesn't matter!


HOST: On tonight's episode it's
Football? it's Ben Biggio
Gridiron? it's Italo D'Arcy
Rugby Football it's Jamal Akron
and Kangaroo Rules Football it's Evan Jefferson Jr!

Come on down let's roleplay some sports!

HOST: Welcome to Whose National Team is it Anyways? the show where everything's made up and the scores don't mater, that's right the scores don't matter, that's right the points are just like being pot 4 in the cup of Harmony! Anyways let's start off with a game called HOEDOWN! Thats right, in this game our four performers will be making a hoedown! With help from the lovely from the lovely Jacque Labrador on Piano, they will be making up a hoedown on the spot, now what I need from the audience is a suggestion for Hobby of yours.

Audience : GOING TO XANNERIAN NATIONAL TEAM GAMES!

HOST: Alright I heard "going to Xannerian football games!" Let's do the National Team hoedown guys! Starting with Ben!

JACQUE ON THE PIANO: - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDrAxFj87b8

BEN
I like watching
Maroons games on TV
I think they're really neat
you see!
Some people think
that our team must stink
But I say to them
At least our nation's not obsessed with pink

ITALO
I like Attending
Xannerian Footy Games
Sometimes the teams
score the roughly the same
But I still watch Xanneria
From wire to wire
except that time a ball hit me in the head
and I ended up in The Holy Empire!

JAMAL
Love watching footy
at the National Stadium
the crowd goes wild
it's pandemonium
The Players get rowdy
thrown into the "sin bin"
Ooooops! Lovisa Win!
Faints


EVAN
I like playing goalkeeper
just like my dear ol' dad
I think he played in a way
that was very rad
growing up he was
THAT type of dad sure
But he was pretty tame
compared to the rest of Sajnur

ALL: Compared to the rest of Sajnur !!!

HOST: *BZZZZZZ*

XANNERIA - 1
Ross 45+2'


POLAR ISLAND STATES - 0
NONE
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Xanneria: My main nation
Teams
NATIONAL FOOTBALL TEAM: Maroons - Record 80-23-59 (W-D-L) (This may not be 100% accurate)
FIRST CONTEST: Copa Esportiva 23
FIRST GAME: Vangazaland 3-1 Xanneria
FIRST WIN: 5-3 vs Qingland
LARGEST MOV: 5-0 vs Pineapple Porcupines/ 7-2 vs Starcom Racing/5-0 vs HAIKU
CHAMPIONSHIPS:Baptism of Fire 69 (Nice!) winner / Group Winner CE24
Non Association Football Stats
NSCF TEAMS: Xannerian Polytechnic
NSSCRA: Cars #10,12,16

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Postby Audioslavia » Mon Dec 11, 2023 4:55 pm

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*debt may not be repaid in the form of a surprise matchday three victory over the Audioslavia national team





Lúnquerque Unquorqued!
Teenage Striker Opens Account, Bulls Record Rare Win


There have been those who doubt whether or not Kjartan Lúnquerque deserves to be fast-tracked to the front-lines of the Audioslavia national team. New manager Winfridh’s logic is simple: Helios Roy is being used as a midfielder at Raynor City United, so he’s to be used further back for the Bulls as well. That leaves a gap up front for just one striker. Zendagorta works, but why not try something new?

Kjartan’s form has been a rare bright spot for 1830 Cathair, finding form and the occasional equaliser when called upon from the bench. At just eighteen years old it was expected that he’d be overlooked by new manager Winfridh, but here we are. He started last week, albeit playing only 55 minutes, and was given the 9 position last night.

There, Kjartan Lúnquerque went some way to silencing the doubters. If he was unassuming on his debut, he very much announced his presence to the world via a goal perhaps worthy of the World Cup itself. Sixty four minutes gone, with veteran striker Zendagorta warming up on the bench, a teenage Lúnquerque had begun to look fatigued after an hour of tireless running when it finally happened.

A spell of Audioslavian pressure seemed to have ended after a diagonal pass from teenage midfielder Gael Coorie was cut out by the outstretched foot of Fronteira centre half Olegario Kastorino. Lúnquerque, having already checked a run, collected the ball facing away from goal, two yards beyond the edge of the area. The striker took a split second, feigned a pass to the wing and instead dug the ball out of his feet with his right, turned and thundered a curling effort in off the far post with the keeper rooted to the spot. It all happened in a flash, from having his back to goal, to rolling the defender, opening up the narrowest of shooting angles and using every ounce of power he had left in the shot.

Acastanha had their chances to level, but a relieved Audioslavia hung on for a vital three points. A win will see the side progress to the second round, a loss would mean elimination, and a draw another entry into the sort of mathematics lottery that the heart would rather avoid.
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Postby Acastanha » Tue Dec 12, 2023 1:28 am

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How's The Domestic Competition Will Be?


In the midst of the war, the FFA (Federação de Futebol Acastanhada) had announced about the possibility of domestic league cancellation if the war getting out of hand. But the 2024 season of Acastanha football league still continue with Sporting Praia do Emerita came out as the winner of Liga Acastanhada do Campeonato, the first level of Acastanha domestic football league. However, almost half of the matches of the club had to be played somewhere else as the city was one of the target of the bombing during the war. This situation not only affected Sporting Praia do Emerita but also some other clubs such as Athletic Baaskan and Varsayith SC. While SC. Tabeira, Sporting Arrachai and Penshar FC. were thinking to move their home based following the intrusion of Kierahan Army into Acastanha soil, but their plan was dismissed after the army didn't went too far east. And now in 2025 with the war has ended, the question arise as how the competition will be held. Will it be held as usual or not?

In an interview following Acastanha Cup of Harmony campaign, FFA spokesperson stated that an internal meeting will be held together with all the clubs to decide the plan for 2025 season. He mention that postponement or even 1 season break might be the option for the competition. While interviewed in different place, Manager of Sporting Praia do Emerita said that it would be a huge cost for them to held their home matches outside the city throughout the season. He mention a probability of the club to step down from the competition if the other clubs insist on continuing to held it as usual. A similar comment also voiced by Manager of Athletic Baaskan. She said that Baaskan would take a season break if the competition still going through. Although she hopes that FFA will considering to postpone the competition. On the other hand, Manager of FC. Amarelda, the capital city club, support the decision to postpone the competition for a year. He stated that even football sometimes can unite us together but it is not the right time to celebrate the spirit of football when the country is still in state of mourning after the war. And Manager of SC. Tabeira also stated his support for postponement. 'Let's focus on rebuilding the country first,' he said.

The issue of competition postponement is not just voiced by FFA but also other established competition in the country. Federação de Basquete Acastanhada (Acastanha Basketball Federation, FBA) have also planning to postpone their competition. A similar moved made by Associação Acastanha Sepak Takraw (AAST) who already announced of the postponement of Acastanha National Sepak Takraw League. These 3 sports are the biggest sports in the country with their league drive many fans and supporters whenever the competition is held. President of FBA from tier spokesperson stated that the move is made to support the government in their rebuilding effort. "We can't only think about our own happiness by watching our favorite sports while some of our brothers and sisters are suffering from the war," quote from FBA President statement.

Sports commentator, Leandro Traninkas said that although the postponement is seen as a noble way of the sports community to support the rebuilding effort, he mention that sports can also be a tools to erase the people stress after the war. It can divert peoples attention from the disasters. He hopes that sports organization rethink about their plan or maybe create some event in the affected area to give them something to cheer on. Other commentator, Vasco Sagarinda mention about the training that the athletes have to keep maintain despite the competition is on postpone. He hopes that the athletes can keep their posture and strength despite not competing in any competition. He also add about the possibility of the athletes to keep joining international competition despite the absent of domestic competition. This to keep them stay active.

Despite the pros and cons about the postponement of some domestic leagues in the country, Acastanhada athletes is currently active in some international competition. Cup of Harmony is still on going with the third match day of the group stage is next. NSTT Diamond Trophy also still on going although all of Acastanhada players had just defeated in the quarterfinal. And up next is the athletes participation in IBA Championships where the country send some of their athletes in badminton, table tennis and tennis that will be held in Pemecutan.




MD 2
Audioslavia 1 - 0 Acastanha

@ The Outpost, Pomena Station, Delaclava

Goal:
No Goal

MD 3
Acastanha v Juvencus

@ The Barrio, Pomena Station, Delaclava


Squad
Starter
  • Bruno Amarinda (GK)
  • Geraldo Panguang (LB)
  • Olegario Kastorino (CB)
  • Enzo Karpagh (CB)
  • Casimiro Urinjane (RB)
  • Pedro Ustankar (LM)
  • Nóe Brinanko (CM)
  • Plinio Adondare (CM)
  • David Gothrado (RM)
  • Oscar Kasvalone (ST)
  • Herberto Alindoni (AT)
Reserved
  • Vicente Targa (GK)
  • Bernando Urakan (LB)
  • Santiago Urupao (CB)
  • Andre Lisanduko (RB)
  • Almiro Tritus (LM)
  • José Marenke (CM)
  • Hector Kasvali (RM)
  • Timoteo Regendi (ST)
  • Felix Kalchankar (AT)
Role
Captain : David Gothrado
Vice Captain : Pedro Ustankar
Corner, left : Geraldo Panguang
Corner, right : Casimiro Urinjane
Freekick : Oscar Kasvalone
Penalty : Herberto Alindoni
Acastanha Federation

Trigram : ACS | Demonym Acastanhada
Capital : Amarelda
IC Population : 11,471,480 (latest census)

Puppet of Pemecutan

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K. don Fauhang's approach is based on the idea that the brain is the most important part of the body in football. He argues that traditional methods of analyzing player performance, such as looking at physical attributes, are insufficient. In the increasingly competitive world of soccer, mental factors such as the ability to make quick decisions, accurate perception, and a high level of attention can be the difference between a great team and an average team. Cassaholm Confidential's performance this season is a testament to how K. don Fauhang's neuroscience approach can give the team an advantage. They have shown impressive performance on the pitch, and in doing so, they provide proof that science can play a major role in improving performance in the world of football. Although many are still debating the ultimate impact of neuroscience in football, Cassaholm Confidential may be the catalyst for a revolution in the approach to football training and talent development. To continue to shine, other teams will likely follow in their footsteps and make brain science an important part of player preparation and development. This is proof that in football, not only the muscles need to be trained, but also the brain. In the increasingly complex world of football, knowledge and science are increasingly valuable assets and Cassaholm Confidential may have opened the door to something bigger in the world of football.

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Postby Carpathia and Ruthenia » Tue Dec 12, 2023 5:33 am

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Carpathia and Ruthenia secure our first point thanks to the heroics of Antonini

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Federica Antonini celebrating her penalty save (second time)
The Outpost, Pomena Station, Deleclava Perhaps some may come up to me after this match and tell me to be careful what I wish for, I am more than happy to tell them a point is a point. And although I may have wished for us to show a bit more defensive backbone, I didn't mean for our offense to fall silent.

Juvencus were again the ones to come out of the gate strongest dictating the pace of the match, an ultra attacking display showing us why they were able to take the number 1 ranked team in the world to the edge, however for once the Carpathia and Ruthenia defense was able to handle the onslaught, with Bakó, Naldi and Kövér holding together as a unit, and Lecce and Brunetti dropping back and giving the Juvencus attack little space to play with, as well as closing down Garcia, Soares and Audiol quickly when outside the box to reduce the amount of long range shots that could be attempted. Juvencus were clearly getting fustrated with this and tempers began near the end of the first half with Oliveira getting a yellow card for a late challenge, and Clara Bassi also picking up her yellow for her reaction to the tackle.

The second half break did nothing to cool the minds of the players as both sides came out hot-headed with more than a few players lucky to get away with out a card. The tempo of the match severly slowed down, and was not a game the neutrals would enjoy, nor I suspect one either of the two sides fans would enjoy, and I suspect there is more than one call by the referee (Lemonye Bailey) each will judge as biased against themselves, however I believe the referee did a good job of trying to keep the game flowing while not letting either side get away with blue murder. At one point both captains were called over by the referee to try to cool matters down. All of this lead to six added minutes being called, and as the time ticked down it looked like Carpathia and Ruthenia would grid out a draw but right at the close of play this game had as least one more twist. Audiol in a superb moment of brilliance manage to catch the tired Carpathia and Ruthenia defence slightly out of position and looked to be clear through on goal, until sliding in dangerously and taking him out was Nadli, with no choice from the referee other than to give a straight red and point to the spot. With this surely the last kick of the game, Audiol placed the ball on the spot, began his run-up, but Antonini guessed correctly and tipped the ball round the post, she started to run to her teammates beginning to celebrate however the whistle of the referee was not for extra time. Antonini was judged to have come off her line, penalty reset! Hearts were in all Carpathian and Ruthenian throats as Audiol began the run-up again, they shot the same way this time, and again Antonini guesses correctly, this time tipping the ball over the crossbar, she hold were she is looking at the referee in a pause that felt like an age. Lemonye Bailey blows thier whistle, full time. The team erupts in a manner I have never seen for a 0-0 draw and the Juvencus squad seem stuck in place lost.

Securing this point does keep us in contention and it rests solely upon our shoulders. Win against Audioslavia we progress, anything less and we are out at the group stage. Audioslavia are not only the top seed of the group but our the only team in the group who focus on defence so cracking that may prove challenging, perhaps I should suggest going against the normal drum that I bang, but with the encounter being a must win perhaps we need to throw the kitchen sink at Audioslavia and as soon as we get the lead then rotate back and go full tortoise. However it potentially given the other match taking place in our group, if Acastanha take the lead against Juvencus it suddently turns into must win for Audioslavia as well, do we then wait to throw the kitchen sink till they become over extended?

By Margita Ongaro
CBC Ruthenia

Juvencus 0 - 0 Carpathia and Ruthenia
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Image Conte 61' Image Lecce 54'
Image Puig 82' Image Brunetti 75'
Image Nadli 90+6'

Referee: Lemonye Bailey
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Postby Beefsteak City » Tue Dec 12, 2023 6:02 am

Beefsteak City mayor Tom Ato was watching his country's soccer team take on the Quebecois from the comfort of his ICBM launcher. Ever since his arrest, he had sworn never to leave the vehicle again, since it made him feel "defenseless." To be able to continue his job as mayor, he had called the construction crew away from their work a few blocks over on "The Coliseum" to renovate the mayor's office into a drive-through. And of course, not just any drive-through: one that would fit a 64-foot missile launcher.

The mayor's ICBM launcher now fit into his office like a puzzle piece, completing in perfectly. The mayor's desk was located perfectly and just the right height to be right outside the driver's window. A table with a couple chairs were positioned so that anyone wishing to meet with the mayor could do so, through the windshield of the vehicle. The ceiling had been raised--the new vaulted one looked very impressive, and even more so when the large arch was filled with an ICBM nestled perfectly inside it.

It hadn't taken the construction crew too long to make the changes to Ato's office, and then they'd gone back to work on the Coliseum, the big soccer stadium Ato had commissioned. Work was progressing very quickly. It was really starting to look like a stadium, although a lot of the details were still missing. For one thing, no turf had been put in yet, so the middle of the stadium still just looked like a giant dirt pit like a big construction zone.

That was where Mayor Ato had gone to watch the Cup of Harmony game against Quebec. There wasn't a television in his office, so he drove the missile launcher down to the middle of the unfinished coliseum to watch the game on the jumbotron (which he'd had installed early).

Emily Pierce, the team's youngest player (still in high school), had just slotted the ball into the back of the net in the fifty-fourth minute, when the mayor heard a tapping on the window. Looking to his left, he saw two people in dark black suits. Oh no, he groaned.

One of the two people said something, tapping on the window and pointing downward, but the words were muffled behind the glass. Seeing that gestures weren't working, the person started mouthing words exaggeratedly. "ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW."

Ato shook his head like a petulant child. The two people looked at each other, and then one opened a briefcase, pulled out an ice pick, and unceremoniously shattered the glass.

"Mr. Ato, we are agents Mish and Ling from the Mishandling and Misconduct branch of the WCC's B.I.G.O.O.P.S. office."

"Yeah, I remember you guys," groaned the mayor.

Agent Ling pulled something else out of the briefcase: a document this time. He tried to hand it to Ato, who refused to touch it, recoiling in his seat. Agent Ling reached into the missile launcher and put it on the dashboard, covering a large red button that hopefully wasn't very important.

"We are serving you a cease and desist notice," Agent Ling said.

"The WCC has decided that you have not made a good-faith effort to field a squad of eleven players who are currently citizens of your nation, and as such, we are revoking your right to WCC tournament participation."

"That's not fair!" whined Ato. He reached down through the broken window and slapped the side of the missile launcher. "Look at this thing! This is tangible evidence of an attempt we made to increase our country's population! It's not my fault we were defeated on the field of battle!"

"Unfortunately," said agent Mish, "We're looking for results, not a mere attempt. You can book your players flights home from Delaclava. Your tournament is over."

"I understand," said the Mayor, who at this point was ready even to admit defeat if it would mean getting rid of Mish and Ling. "Now please leave this stadium, since it's no longer a WCC-affiliated location."

"As you wish, said Agent Ling, and he and his partner turned and left."

Mayor Ato called the Beefsteak City coach, Jerome Salisbury, right away. "Jerome, I need you to go out and buy eleven costumes of some kind," he said. "We're going to have to play the rest of this tournament in disguise."
"The more I learn about Beefsteak City, the more I want to find some means of making me permanently forget how and why Beefsteak City even exists"–Saint Eleanor

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Postby Recuecn » Tue Dec 12, 2023 6:54 am

Relié greeted the Reçuecian players as they trooped back into the locker room at the Field of Dreams after a hard-fought defeat to Milchama.

"Good game, boys, you tried your best out there. It's not a great result, but we can still get second place as long as Delaclava doesn't win tonight."

The players sighed and began to gather round. They were used to Relié's long speeches and post-game debriefs. Their manager worked them hard--that was good--but he was so hell-bent on trying to improve the team's results that he had a habit of "over-managing", just trying too hard, or doing more than he really needed to. At a certain point, if he wasn't going to step on the pitch himself, there wasn't any more he could do to help the team, but he couldn't admit that to himself. And so he kept on trying to work the team past the point of diminishing returns. The prime example was the talks he gave in the locker room after a game. Obviously sometimes a debrief was helpful. But the players were exhausted and a long-winded monologue didn't always help.

This time, however, Relié caught the players by surprise. Somehow, he'd read the room this time. "I know you're all exhausted," he said, "and after a disappointing result like that it's hard to keep your energy up. So I'm going to let you go and we'll debrief the game tomorrow. Get some rest."

The players got up to grab their gear and pack out. Few words were spoken. The mood in the room was muted.

Gerauld Firaut stepped over to Relié. "Thanks, coach," he said. "I think the team needs a little break after that game, so I appreciate it."

"Try and get your spirits back up," said Relié. "We still have our most important match yet coming up."

Gerauld nodded, but as he turned to leave, he shook his head to himself. He'd seen footage of the Phoenixes playing, and the host nation looked strong. But Gerauld wasn't even thinking about the fact that Reçueçn's next game would be against them. The goalie knew that in just a couple hours, Delaclava would be playing against Brannfjord, and although the latter was a decent team too, Gerauld was pretty sure the hosts had it in the bag. Everyone else was predicting the same thing. And there lay the rub: if Delaclava beat Brannfjord, Reçueçn's final group stage game would no longer be their most important--it would be their least, a total dead rubber.

Most of the ENRF gathered in their hotel lobby to watch the game on the TV when it aired--after all, everyone TV in Delaclava was tuned in to watch their matches here during a Cup of Harmony they were hosting themselves. There was a lot more back and forth than there had been in Reçueçn's game, earlier that day--by the end, five goals had been scored. Each time a Brannfjord player found the back of the net, the Reçuecians erupted into cheers. But each time a Delaclav put one in, their despondence grew.

In the end, it was the worst-case scenario. Someone found the remote and muted the volume on the television as the ref blew the whistle and the coverage headed into the studio to get the talking heads' points of view. The team sat around for a moment or two in total silence, processing what had just happened. Their Cup of Harmony run was over. They had played an entire World Cup qualifying campaign to lead to this moment, and it had ended here, in a hotel lobby in Delaclava, watching another team's game.

Gerauld was the first to stand up. "Allez, les garçons," he said, his tone flat. "C'est la vie. I'll see you at practice tomorrow."

He walked away from the group, into the lobby and toward the elevators. He pressed the up button and the doors opened right away. He turned to see if anyone else was joining him on the return journey to their rooms upstairs, but no one else made a move to leave the seats in front of the TV. A couple of his teammates had their heads in their hands. Franky was pacing back and forth in front of the screen. Cutrona was leaning back on the couch he was sitting on, covering his face with both hands.

"Going up," said the voice in the elevator, and the doors shut, blocking out the dismal view.

It was only 10 p.m. when Franky knocked on Gerauld's door that evening, but Gerauld was already in bed and drifting off to sleep. He groaned, and pulling himself out of bed, shuffled to the door to undo the latch.

"What is it?" he grumbled.

Franky, of course, was wide awake. "Gerauld, we can't let it end here."

"It did end," said Gerauld. "It's over."

"We have another game," said Franky.

"Franky, it's math. We can't score four points in one game. We're out."

"Gerauld, listen to me. Are you giving up? We--"

"Giving up!?" Gerauld interrupted. "I'm not 'giving up, Franky'! We're already eliminated!"

"Shut up, listen to me! There's more to this tournament than winning a trophy."

"What are you talking about?"

"Gerauld, we owe it to ourselves, to our teammates, to our nation, to play every last game to the best of our ability."

"Yeah sure, but I'm trying to sleep, Franky. Can't you make your inspiration speech tomorrow at practice?"

"Gerauld, Bonheur has moved mountains for this team. He's dedicated his life to this team. He came up with that whole mantra about the "Spirit of 83" and it almost worked. He believed in us, and he wanted us to have something to believe in, to believe in ourselves. I saw the light go out of his eyes when we trudged out of that locker-room this afternoon like a bunch of dogs with our tails between our legs. He knows that we think we lost, and as long as we think that, then that makes it true. And he knows if we believe we're losers, than no matter how much effort he puts into this last game, no matter how much he sacrifices, then even with his entire Spirit of 83 and all his dedication, he can't believe in us for us."

Gerauld wasn't sure he'd ever heard Franky get this emotional, but it was late, and he couldn't tell what he was driving at.

"I never thought I'd hear you sticking up for Coach Relié."

"Oh, come off it."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be dismissive. It's a beautiful sentiment, Franky. But what are you trying to accomplish here in the middle of the night? You want more than a sentiment."

"Yes! It's our turn! Relié carried this team's spirit all the way through qualifying, and it's our turn now to take this sentiment, to take this spirit, and pay it back. I want you with me first thing tomorrow morning getting ready for practice. If we can get the rest of the team, even better. I want all of us giving our all, putting in every last drop of blood, sweat, and tears, to prove to Relié that even if this game doesn't matter to anyone else, if it matters to him, it matters to us."

Franky's passion was striking. Gerauld felt almost ashamed that as team captain, he hadn't done his part, and Franky had needed to step up to fill the leadership role. But even more than that, he felt inspired.

"You got it Franky. Early tomorrow morning. If it's gonna be our last game, then by God, let's play like hell."
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CoH 87 Part 2

Postby Squornshelan Remnant States » Tue Dec 12, 2023 11:14 am

Undertow
Chapter 2

Oihana

Tangeman Boulevard cuts a tree-lined canyon through the skyscrapers of Center City Brantisvogan. Center City is a bit of a misnomer, as the district is actually on the east side of the geographical center of the Confederacy's largest urban area. The name sticks though, because in many ways Center City is the hub of business and financial activity for the entire country. And Tangeman Boulevard is the center of Center City. There, on the right, the gleaming spire erected to proclaim the wealth and power of Megabrantid United Financial. Across the six lanes of traffic and down a block squats the stepped granite bulk of the Zakharov Building, bearing decades old marks from acid rain but all the more durable for the scars it bears. Beneath the ranks of stone and steel behemoths, broad sidewalks are swept clean by a battalion of city employees. Police patrols make this the among the safest neighborhoods in the nation in terms of violent crime statistics, and people say that a wallet dropped on Tangeman Boulevard will still be there the next morning. Billions change hands daily here, fortunes won and lost, and the bottom line is always more, more by any means necessary. The crimes committed on Tangeman Boulevard aren't the sort that usually make the evening news, and even when they do, it's never easy to hold such rich and powerful people responsible. Money has that effect on people, no matter how clean they keep their sidewalks.

Elsewhere in Brantisvogan, the sidewalks are not so clean. They are cracked by frost and tree roots, overgrown by grass and weeds, stained with age and yes, sometimes with blood. These are the neighborhoods the news vans frequent, over which their helicopters circle to broadcast the opera of poverty into the nation's living rooms. Where the stories play out that pay tribute to the universal truth. Money is everything in this world, and people, white collar, blue collar, or no collar, will break the law to get it, no matter how much or how little they already have.

Oihana Redrin and Cristián Refuerzo had very little indeed, and rent is due. That's why on a Thursday morning they drove out from their neighborhood of North Linden to the suburb of Høyden in Oihana's beat up old van. The night before, Cristián had carefully stenciled "Soderberg Bros. Painting" on the side, complete with a plausible enough address and phone number, and they carefully parked in the driveway of the home Oihana had been casing for two weeks. It was a nice enough neighborhood, but not too nice. Their old van stands out a little too much in the nice ones, and they last thing they needed is some neighbor getting nosy. Boxes with a few bits of painting supplies conspicuously protruding from the top provided suitable cover to remove their take; the most expensive stuff is always small. Electronics, jewelry, enough to get Andrés off their back about rent, and maybe even go out this weekend. First though, they had to go see El Copioso.

"Does this look real to you, 'Hana?" Cristián held out an improbably large gem swinging at the end of a fine gold chain.

"I don't know, I'm driving. Stop waving shit in my face, you trying to kill us both?" She flashed him a quick grin before putting her eyes back on the road. "With our luck, babe, it's probably made out of plastic."

Cristián sifted through the tangled mess of jewelry in the box on his lap. "Gotta be something decent in here, otherwise we're screwing."

"It's we're screwed, babe, not screwing."

"Oh, oops."

"Don't worry about it," another quick smile, "your Squornsh is a hell of a lot better than my Faroleran. Besides, if this haul goes over really well with Osvaldo, then maybe we'll do what you said."

Osvaldo Gilberto Zambrano Alvarez, known to friends and associates as El Copioso was a low-ranking member of the Sarzonian mafia, and the fence in North Linden. He was known for his rich taste and vast appetites, but certainly not for his generosity. The items he liked disappeared into a variety of pawn shops with owners circumspect enough not to question the provenance of the merchandise the mafia could provide. The ones he really liked disappeared into his own collection, often as a 'tax' levied on those in the neighborhood who had no choice but to use his services.

"Hmm, ugly stuff here. Oihana, Cristián, you two should try robbing someone with taste next time."

"Guess if they had any taste they wouldn't live in the burbs."

"Careful there 'Hana, happens a few of my bosses like the quiet suburban life," Zambrano held the large pendant up to the light, "tell you what I'll give you 300 for this pile, plus standard rates for the electronics, and I'll keep this for myself and maybe I'll forget your rude comments about my good friends in the suburbs. It's a nasty, worthless piece of glass, but it'll match my new girl's eyes, so I'll take it off your hands for free."

"You telling me I got much of a choice?"

"Smart girl. Román will pay you out like usual, see you next time." The unspoken now get out hung heavily in the silence that followed, and Oihana didn't waste time in leaving Zambrano's office, Cristián trailing behind her. In the car, they recounted their money - it was all there.

"Are you ever going to let me talk at one of these?"

"Copioso doesn't like speaking to a crowd, makes him pissy and when he gets pissy he gets cheap."

"Two of us isn't a crowd."

"You know what I mean, it just works better this way, babe, he pays out little enough as it is."

Cristián sighed and riffled the stack of bills once before stuffing them into his pocket. "He liked that big piece though, enough that he didn't want to pay us for it."

"You heard him though, it was a fake, carnival prize shit."

"He lied."

"Oh like you can tell."

"I can. He covered it well, but when he looked at it, his face changed, and he gave us a fair offer without you even having to haggle. Don't you think that's suspicious?"

"Even if he did lie and it's worth a fortune, what do you want to do about it, babe? Copioso might be small time by Mafia standards but you don't steal from the fucking Sarzonians, especially not in their own backyard."

"There's got to be something better."

"What, get a job? You think we can put Copioso down as a reference? What's a good way to dress up 'burglar' for a line on your resume."

"Take it easy 'Hana, I just mean we're never going to get ahead like this. We're scraping by on whatever Copioso feels like giving us, and there's no way up, no way out. We need to find something that pays."



Tactical Adjustments Yield Victory
Salwan Mynhier

After struggling to create clear cut chances and failing to find a go-ahead goal late against Kandorith, Black-and-Reds interim manager Irfun Melkum made what he called "a small adjustment" in his pre-match presser. His starting lineup against Cap Nord was nearly the same as the one that took the field against Kandorith, but swapped midfielder Nur Amjol out to include striker Snorre Fridtjofs. This left only two central midfielders in the Black-and-Reds lineup to battle with the more standard three who took the field for Cap Nord, but with a little extra work backtracking from Avachinsky, and a little more focus on moving inside to support the ball carrier from the wingers, the Black-and-Reds proved able to compensate for the absence. Up front though, a Whalers back line that likely expected to defend against a single striker was face with the task of marking two. Both Sargsa and Fridtjofs were given free reign to move back and forth across the width of the field, adding to the difficulty of determining marking assignments on the fly.

For the most part, the Whalers proved able to make the adjustment well. After all, running a variant of 4-4-2 isn't exactly groundbreaking tactical wizardry. They did have their share of lapses, however, and Marzinn had to be sharp, with three important saves in the first ten minutes. In a move uncharacteristic of the formerly stolid Tigers boss, Melkum brought Fridtjofs off at the half and sent on Volam, changing his formation again to something resembling a 4-1-4-1 in defense, but at times a 2-3-5 in attack. A far cry from the stolid, centrally focused defense he ran for so many years in Yassaca. This overload and the new marking problems it created, while leading to counterattacking opportunities for the Whalers, did create the match's only goal early in the second half, with Aaltonen dribbling free around the end to smash the ball home at the near post

This result, coupled with Kandorith's win over Myrtle Beach, leaves the Black-and-Reds second in the group on goal differential, and facing a final opponent, Myrtle Beach (or at least the City thereof), which is already mathematically eliminated. A win or draw will see the Black-and-Reds advance no matter the result of the match between Kandorith and Cap Nord. It might be a nice time though, for them to try scoring more than one goal.

SRS: 1
CND: 0

Scoring:
SRS:
Aaltonen 49'
CND: none

SRS Lineup: Blaha; Drenel, Van (Tirel 90+1'), Titov, Norling; Sevet-Ibilx (Amjol 90+1'); Ksudach, Avachinsky (Hashemi 80'), Aaltonen (Sauber 80'); Sargsa, Fridtjofs (Volam 45')


Schedule and Results:
MD01: SRS 1-1 KAN @ Feathershark Dunes State Park (cap. 320,000), Beachview, Mainframe, DEL
MD02: CND 0-1 SRS @ Devonshire Pier Park (cap. 259,000), Beachview, Mainframe, DEL
MD03: SRS v MYB @ Feathershark Dunes State Park (cap. 320,000), Beachview, Mainframe, DEL
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Successor State to the Imperium of Squornshelous
Champions:
World Cup 31, World Cup 97, World Cup 100, AOCAF Cup 69, ARC 1, ARC3, ARC4, ICC 2
World Cup:
2nd: 15, 38
3rd: 20, 25
SF: 18, 27
QF: 5, 11, 12, 22, 30, 32, 33, 34, 40
Ro16: 6, 7, 9, 16, 21, 23, 24, 28, 36, 37, 39, 90, 93
Group Stage: 8, 10, 13, 17, 19, 26, 29, 35, 41, 88, 91, 92, 94
DNQ: 14, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 89, 95
Cup of Harmony:
QF: 6, 73, 75, 81
Ro16: 74
Ro32: 79
Group Stage: 76, 77, 87
Regional:
2nd: AOCAF65
3rd: IAC8, AOCAF67, AOCAF68
QF: IAC10, IAC13, AOCAF66, AOCAF70
2nd Round: IAC6, IAC7, IAC12
1st Round: IAC9, IAC11
Other:
BoF68 QF

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Postby Milchama » Tue Dec 12, 2023 12:06 pm

"So it all comes down to this"

"Basically, and what do we need to do again?"

"Win"

"Win against who?"

"Brannfjord, surely you read the late preview from the Alexandrian newspaper"

"Yes but they never say which MD we will play whom, they're much too lazy for that"

"Yeah it's hard to decode numbers"

"Indeed"

"Wait, what happens if we draw?"

"Well I guess a draw also gets us through, since we're on 4 points and Brannfjord's on 3 but let's not look at that because I want to win"

"Indeed, we should definitely go for the victory over the draw"

"I'm glad we agree on the basics of why we play sports"

"Victory!"

"To prove that Milchama is the best nation in the multiverse!"

"We're never going to do that"

"Why not?"

"Well we would have already done it that in the 30s when we were actually really really good as compared to today when we're fake good"

"What does fake good mean?"

"We can do well in a bottom feeders tournament like the CoH but we can't qualify for the World Cup and even if we do qualify we can't really advance that far"

"What do you mean?"

"Since the end of the Isolation we've only advanced as far as octos in the World Cup and that was only once and we got destroyed by Graentfjall in MD3 along the way"

"I still think there was something fishy in that game, like it didn't look like our players were giving it their all"

"Look, you can say whatever you want but the point is we got crushed. We're a tier 2 team, i.e. the fake good team, who sometimes qualifies and sometimes does not qualify for the World Cup and should do pretty ok at the Cup of Harmony"

"Maybe this new Tinhampton manager can help us"

"It's certainly possible because it was clear at the end that Lamerein was losing it"

"Yeah that was obvious"

"So all we need is to hope he can do better"

"And we have a new regional competition"

"Oh yeah we did shift through space and time to a new region"

"That's fun"

"It is! I enjoyed shape shifting"

"It happened while we were asleep"

"You didn't stay up to watch the shape shifting happen? It's a once in a life time opportunity!"

"I guess but it wasn't something I was interested in doing and it was at like 2:30 am when everybody, who is at least a decent human being, is asleep"

"Who are you calling indecent?"

"You!"

"Why?"

"Because you stayed up till 3 in the morning to see something that you couldn't experience"

"I experienced something!"

"What did you experience?"

"Mostly the unnerving feeling that things were moving"

"Did you see anything different? Did you go into any different shapes?"

"No"

"So then what changed?"

"Well now we're in Arrosia and not Atlantian Oceania"

"I know that but to you what changed"

"Oh, nothing, just that I felt like some cosmic plaything"

"We know that, that's why we pray to Margaret and God"

"Yeah why don't visibly pray to Margaret anymore?"

"Oh we stopped winning games when we do that so it felt like bad luck instead of good luck"

"But we lost to Drawkland in baseball like clearly it needs to come back and we stopped qualifying for World Cups so maybe it should"

"We tried it during the last World Cup campaign and it didn't work. Drawkland was a fluke"

"Fair enough on Drawkland"

"But we should do it anyway"

"Ugh, I can't believe you"

"Well?"

"Fine"

"Ok say as I say and do as I do"

''Ringa pakia!''
''Uma tiraha!''
''Turi whatia!''
''Hope whai ake!''
''Waewae takahia kia kino!''
''Ka mate, ka mate''
''Ka ora, ka ora''
''Ka mate, ka mate''
''Ka ora, ka ora''
''Tēnei te tangata pūhuruhuru''
''Nāna nei i tiki mai whakawhiti te rā''
''Ā upane, ka upane''
''Whiti te rā, hī!''

"Now repeat after me!"

"Forini! Forini!"
"Finidi! Finidi!"
"George! George!"
"Oh Brother! Oh brother!"

*They strip and run around for 12 minutes*

"We pray the Margaret of SnubNose 38 and Random Number God that you may deliver us victory over all our group members and any other infidels that we face in international play"

"Sacrifice the Rubber Chicken!"

*Swoosh of an axe and the chicken is dead*

"Margaret we pray that you take this sacrifice of a rubber chicken in good faith and that by your deliverance Milchama does well in all international competitions"
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World Baseball Classic 23 Champion! Arrosia Regional Championship 2 Champion!
Note: The demonym is Milchamian. There are two of the letter "I(i)" and not one.

3x CoH winner (29, 46, 50) 3x WBC winner (4,5,23), 1x World Cup host (32), 1x ARC Champion, Various other minor trophies there's a football club trophy, a kleptochase trophy, Other minor international football trophies.

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Postby Cassadaigua » Tue Dec 12, 2023 12:20 pm

Devastating defeat,
by Caitlyn Dufresne, Concord Heights Times


Sometimes, it’s not that you lost a game, it’s how you lost it. A 3-0 loss to the Wanderers of Pasarga was ugly by our standards, and pretty by theirs. Nonetheless, the result sets the pink and black into a pretty difficult hole. They are behind Xanneria by three points, and are even with Pasarga while not having the tiebreaker with them. The best that Cassadaigua can hope for is to defeat Xanneria and hope that Polar Islandstates can help with Pasarga. If that happened, that Cassadaigua would be one of the top two teams in this group. Otherwise, scenarios for a three-way tie, if Cassadaigua defeated Xanneria, are not favorable to see us advance unless we blew out the Maroons. A draw between the nations could see us advance if Polar Islandstates defeated the Wanderers. Therefore, putting all of that together, we’re not hopeless as of yet.

We can talk about scenarios all night long, but the bottom line is that this team is not producing in the way that the roster was constructed, and this did not begin here in the Cup of Harmony, or World Cup 95B. From the beginning of qualifying, the team did not score at the level that was expected. Lexi McGregor put up decent numbers, as did Shannon Cunningham, but that falls into the category of, “yeah, they’re doing okay, but they have not picked up their game to a new level.” As qualifying went on, the goals began coming in more, and a team that seemed out of it was able to find their way into the playoff, by having the edge on Yakk. Somewhere out there, there is probably a Xannerian on their computer thinking, “You may have beat Yakk, but we will get our revenge on you via Xanneria!” Not sure what that parallel really would be, but regardless you get my point. Since the scoring did improve in the second half of qualifying, and was well on display in a high scoring playoff fixture that we lost, there was hope that the team would be able to continue scoring the way that was expected.

Now, we’re into the Cup of Harmony, and the Fillies have only scored one goal, and it was not by someone in the starting lineup. And that’s why I say that it’s how this team is losing that is the most frustrating aspect. After Polar Islandstates had a strong performance over our starting forwards, Pasarga completely dominated them in every way imaginable. If it wasn’t for Stacey Schalberg, who played great, this game would have been six or seven to nothing.

You can see the looks on Lexi McGregor’s face. Or Shannon Cunningham’s. Or Lauren Engle and her sister. Carly Patterson? No different. They are blank, confused stares. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Maybe they will have a breakout against Xanneria. After all, you cannot say that they are not due. But nonetheless, Cassadagan soccer is in a tough place right now, because many of these players are supposed to be our future. They are players that we are counting on to lead us in the next few Cups as well, and if they are not getting it done, do we even have the people out there in our country to step up in their place? If not, Cassadagan soccer will fall further down the rankings than they already have.
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Specific Titles: World Cup 50, 51; WBC 14, 16, 19, 50 & 58; WB 8, 22, & 40; WCOH 11 & 39; IBC 13.
Also: CR 40 & 43; CoH 39; Swamp Soccer 4, RTC WC 18 & 19; WVE 6; NSCAA 3, 5 & 9; NSSCRA 7
Runner Up: CoH 40, CR 37, 38 & 41; WB 21, WcoH 8, IBC 12, WBC 13, 15, 47 & 48, DBC 21.
WC Qualified for: 45, 46, 49-61, 67, 79 (DNP WC 69-77), 81-90, 92.
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Hosted: WC 54, 67, 84 & 88; CoH 57 & 73, BoF 47, CR 30, WB 16, WBC 18, 26, 40, 45 & 50, NSCAA, NSCH 1; WLC 7, 30 & 33.

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Postby Sarzonia » Tue Dec 12, 2023 12:41 pm

It was always going to be a long shot for the Sarzonian national football team to have a chance against Huayramarca. After all, Huayramarca were ranked high enough at No. 16 in the football multiverse where one might expect them to coast into the World Cup without breaking a sweat.

Sarzonia entered the World Cup cycle at No. 231. They finished World Cup qualifying at No. 144, ranked about 30 spots lower than any other competitor. As much as the Incorporated Football Federation preaches to never wave the white flag no matter the odds, the idea that Sarzonia could sneak up on Huayramarca and pull off an upset was hardly realistic.

So Huayramarca winning the match over the Stars wasn't a surprise. Nor was a 2-0 result that was only that way because goalkeeper Carlton Sandt stood on his head, to borrow a hockey term.

What is surprising is that Sarzonia (0-1-1, one point) are still not mathematically eliminated from a spot in the knockout rounds. It would take Sarzonia defeating Cardenao and a Huayramarca victory over Qasden or a draw, but the latter half of the equation is certainly within the realm of possibility.

"The 11 players on the pitch are going to approach this final match looking for a result," manager Brady Reynolds said. However, he was non-committal about which 11 players would take the pitch against Cardenao.

"You'll find out when they get introduced," Reynolds said with a smirk.

As for the rest of the squad, several Sarzonian players decided to take a day trip to explore their environs, with some clearly realising it might be their last time doing so as a team. Defender Charlie King, not normally one to wax poetic, summed up the feelings of several players.

"I miss the days when you could just cross the border, show your driver's license and be in a different country," he said. "Some of us are taking this opportunity to go see friends and family we haven't seen in a while."

"It's different going from being able to get in your car and drive to Delaclava in a couple of hours to having to trek to Sonnel to get there," striker Jake Campos said. "It sucks," he said before he chuckled for a moment. "And not in the good way."

Regardless of what happens against Cardenao or between Huayramarca and Qasden, this World Cup cycle will be memorable for how the team has fought throughout. From a 0-0-5 beginning of World Cup qualifying to finish 5-0-9, and to have a combined 5-1-5 record since then showed the character of the Stars team according to several fans.

"This team has battled the whole way," said Matt Landon, a bartender in Portland. "They didn't get embarrassed in their matches against top tier competition and they fought back. That's worth remembering."

The future will bring a new bench boss and new players. But the present scrappiness certainly honours the Stars teams of the past. And the IFF expects it to provide a foundation for success in later World Cup cycles.
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Postby Pasarga » Tue Dec 12, 2023 2:17 pm

The game of football is often said to be the game of gentleman and played by hooligans and in the end, Nephara (or Eura) wins. Might that be so but entering into the night, the Wanderers were in desperate need of a victory against the Dagans and the multiple time World Cup winners themselves were looking to secure their passage into the knockouts, or at least get one foot into the door. For Pasarga, having dropped the opening game against Xanneria, the need to get at least a share of the points was quite at the forefront of their mind, as they were likely to be have eliminated with a loss against their fellow Rushmori and former World Cup champions. Luckily for the fans and the team themselves, the team that showed to take on the Dagans was the one that had shown up for most of the qualifying campaign and they played perhaps their best game of football in the last few years as a result.

It was not pure dominance but from the opening whistle it was the Wanderers who looked the hungrier of the two sides and who seemed to be getting to every loose ball and winning all the fifty-fifty challenges to dictate the pace of the game and the flow of momentum. Each successive challenge brought the sway of play more and more into the Wanderers favor and it did not take long for the Pasargans to find the opener, with Elek Salai showcasing his scoring touch just over twenty minutes into the match. The striker nearly doubled his tally a few minutes later but Schalberg had a great double save before the ball was cleared out of the danger zone for the Dagans. Ilona Kárpáty would ensure that it would not be the only goal for the green, red, and gold as her effort from just outside the area took a small deflection off a defender and caught the keeper flat footed, doubling up the lead a few minutes before the break.

In the second half the game started to tilt heavily in favor the Wanderers and they were keen to press their advantage and put the game to bed as quick as they were able to. Killing the spirit of the Dagans with an early goal in the second half was likely to allow them to see out the rest of the game if the defense continued to keep their talented attacking players all wrapped up as they had been able to do in the few attacking thrusts they had in the first half. Asztrik Biró would provide that goal in the fifty-seventh minute when he drifted in from the left side and received a well put through ball from Ilona and one timed the shot into the upper right corner that Schalberg was not able to get a hand to. The heads of the Dagans were low while the Pasargans were celebrating and it was exactly how Mueller would have hoped, the Rushmori opposition ceased to give real resistance. A few more goals would not have gone out of place with the way the Wanderers kept pressuring, but good keeping and then taking the foot off the gas in the last quarter had the result end three nil.

From one former Rushmori World Cup champion to the another with the Wanderers now having to vie against the might of Polar Islandstates, a one time footballing power as well as a political ally to the Pasargan people, having had a navel base in the outskirts of Paulinthal. Despite being the fourth seed, the Polarians have played quite well even if they do not have the points to show for it, corralling the talented Dagan attackers and then nearly taking the points off of Xanneria as well in the second matchday. While not technically eliminated, it would take a small miracle for the Polarians to advance out of the group now, although they do have the fate of the group in their hands with the Wanderers needing to get a victory to have a good shout of advancing out of the group without relying on what happens in the other match. In a do or die match, will the Wanderers side that looked near perfect against Cassadaigua show up or the one who had not found victory in the three matches before?

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SOUR CHERRIES
Volume Two; Chapter 5
v.Jos

Volume One
i.Alexsandr - ii.Jasmine - iii.Stina - iiii.Federico - v.Jos - vi.Silas - vii.Marta - viii.Filipix.Sebastian - x.Ingeborg - xi.Aino - xii.The Twelfth
Volume Three
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“But, anyway,” he continued, “if it’s information about how the people are really feeling, I actually might be able to help with that.”

“But, h-“

“Hello, Alexsandr,” smiled the stranger, holding out a hand for Alexsandr to shake, “I believe you know my father. My name is Jos; Jos Einarsson.”

Immediately, Alexsandr could place him. No wonder he’d looked vaguely familiar; that Einarsson jawline should’ve been recognisable at first sight, even with the heavy stubble. Jos Einarsson, son of Alexsandr's fellow Tern, Svenbjorn. Jos spoke fluently, but with a curious accent born of his growing up in Farfadillis. It was Valhallan, and recognisably Novaya Zemlya in origin. But there were still flecks of something else in there. A real linguistic soup.

"Thor's Beard," exclaimed Alexsandr. It was becoming something of an evening for saying that, "well, it’s nice to meet you Jos. How's your father?"

Jos considered the question for a brief second, wiping his palm absent-mindedly on his flannel overshirt and totally missing Alexsandr's vague look of offence. "Old. Grumpy. You know? Jetlagged, mostly."

"Oh?"

"Didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?" asked Alexandr.

"My boy Mêlçôr is signing for the Flotilla, here. We're just in the process of moving back to the Federation now. It's uh, it's changed a bit since I last remember..." trailed off Jos, hesitantly and with a thin smile.

Alexsandr raised his eyebrows at that remark, looking around at the others sitting at the table to know how to respond, finding three faces with varying expressions and no clear consensus.

"Ah, Mêlçôr Ënàrsòn, yes," exclaimed Federico Aalto, "yes I know him well."

"You do? He's never mentioned you," sniffed Jos curtly, "and considering the lad is dead set on the idea he's actually Polarian you'd've thought that having contact with the Terns assistant manager might've come up by now."

"Well, I mean I know of him. It's my job to." Clarified Federico.

"Right enough," conceded Jos, who was clearly a man who liked to get straight to the point, "so anyway, yeah that's him. Catch him at The Barge next season I guess? He's out at the training ground now, catching his agent up on the deal or something."

"Sorry, what? He knows more than his agent?" Asked Alexsandr, incredulous. "Than his agent?"

Jos thought about his response, pushing his mouth to one side of his face as if he were inspecting a misfiring boiler, which to be fair to him the café did sound like it had.

"Let's be clear," he started, "Mêlçôr knows very little indeed. Just in general. But his agent, in this instance, is playing catch-up. So once Mêlçôr has filled in what he does know, we're hopeful the agent will take it from there."

"Sorry," said Federico, also confused, "how is it that an agent is this far behind? How did you two get here?"

"Four." Corrected Jos.

"Right, your father and Mêlçôr's agent, sorry. Four."

"Well, no. The agent just got here."

Alexsandr started to open his mouth in exasperation to ask who the fourth was when he felt a hand on his arm. Jasmine was taking control of the frustrating conversation.

"Tell you what, Mr Einarsson, why don't you tell us the story yourself?" She asked, smiling in the disarming way that journalists do when they want information.

"Fine," said Jos, rolling his eyes and dragging a chair over to their table, "may I sit?"

He sat.

"So, basically, apparently what happened was; my dad and the boy are just at home one day when Tuskoles Yagaras comes and knocks on the front door. Offers the kid what he's always wanted - a trip back home, sorry; 'home' - and that he'd facilitate everything. Act as agent, everything."

"Tuskoles Yagaras?" Asked Stina. "The bat shi-"

"The Lithico™ guy, yeah," interrupted Jos. Alexsandr could practically hear the trademark symbol. "Also, my boss as it happens, but anyway."

"What's a businessman like Tuskoles doing brokering football transfers?" continued Stina, confused.

"The thing with Tuskoles is," smiled Jos, "whatever you're thinking is the right thing to do, he's already worked it out three days ago. He knows where he needs to be and what he wants to do, and works out how he's going to make that happen. So, whatever it is, I'm not questioning it. All I know is, it involves Mêlçôr being in Divisjon One. Or my dad being back here. Or me being here. Or Tuskoles needing a reason to come here. Or, quite possibly; all four. I don't know. I don't know what started it, but the fact is, we're here now. As is Tuskoles, and a youth striker of some sort to either sweeten the deal for Bjarnarey or the youth academies back home. Or again, possibly both. If there’s a deal that works for everyone but especially Tuskoles, he’ll find it."

"So then why is he playing catch-up with your son?"

"Mm? Oh! Sorry, missed a step," smiled Jos at Alexsandr's question, "no, that's Mêlçôr's actual agent, now. Tuskoles had to fly him over from Ruland when he himself was called away. So. Catch-up. Probably quite a similar conversation to the one we’re having now, to be fair, only far more frustrating."

“Why more frustrating?” asked Jasmine, finding that bit hard to believe.

“Because Mêlçôr's going to have to be the one giving it.”

“So?”

“Clearly, you’ve never met Mêlçôr. Or his agent.”

"Hm." Federico grunted, half-understanding.

"So, sorry, I'm still missing something," said Jasmine, "where did Tuskoles go?"

"Well, I don’t know for certain, but I’ve got a good idea,” said Jos, leaning back and crossing his legs, “it’s been the damnedest thing.”

“What has?”

“Remember everything I just said about Tuskoles? The ‘planning ahead’ thing?” sniffed Jos, “Well, for the first time ever, today I’ve watched him changing plans as he went along. I’ve no doubt he’s just, y’know, ‘shifted lane’ into an alternative he’d already figured out. But, still, it’s been unusual.”

“...what has?!” repeated Stina and Jasmine in unison.

“How we ended up in Bjarnarey.”

“Yeah, I was wondering about that,” interjected Alexsandr, “surely if your lad considers himself Polarian at heart, then it makes for him to be signing for Red Star, no? Especially if your boss can basically facilitate any transfer he wants...”

“That was the plan originally, aye. He offered us ‘home’, and home is Severny. Or was, certainly, when I was a kid. Or, born, anyway.”

“So what happened?”

“Well, there we were in the airport – just a little private airfield, you know the type, business jets lined up like a Who’s Who of business interests and privilege – when a pair of engineers walk past having an argument about the most underrated foreign export in Farf footballing history. Apparently the television remote in the break room had gone missing and they’d been forced to watch some talking heads running through the exploits of Rancisc Tenian and his time here in Bjarnarey. Then, just as we’re about to head across the tarmac, the executive lounge got a new delivery of in-flight magazines for the jet-set, with a sub-headline about potential opportunities in Valhalla now the borders were open. ‘Norscelt HOT’, apparently. Anyway, we’re busy picking up our hand luggage when the news ticker at the bottom of the rolling television coverage in our lounge starts listing off the latest results from the big leagues around the multiverse; amongst them being a big win for Bjarnarey over Severny, oddly. Suddenly this weird look comes over Tuskoles’ face. He get his phone out, calls his pilot from the departure lounge and tells him to file a different flight plan, says we’re going to Bjarnarey-Langoya instead. Then he he sits Mêlçôr down and starts trying to convince him of the benefits of the Flotilla. I mean, didn’t take long. I don’t think Mêlçôr could actually point to Severny on a map, despite his obsession, and that was that.”

“I didn’t think Bjarnarey had beaten Red Star,” said Federico, moving to reach for his phone. The match had been one he had been sent videos of but hadn’t yet watched.

“They hadn’t,” confirmed Jos, “and we already knew that, because them drawing one-all with Bjarnarey was a big factor in persuading Mêlçôr that Red Star could compete and would be the right place for him in the first place, back when Tuskoles went to visit him at home.”

“So then, wha-”

“The news people messed up or something, I don’t know. They ran a replacement ticker and an apology whilst we waited for the pilot to change the flight plan, but beats me how a one-all draw becomes a five-nil win due to a ‘technical error’. A two-one win getting switched around, or the wrong figure in a big win, or a latest score being misunderstood for a final score, sure, but… that? Nah. Anyway, I guess Tuskoles has some thoughts about that too, because, well: here we are, I suppose,” finished Jos with a shrug.

Stina and Jasmine shared a look, before looking pointedly at Jos. Jasmine opened her mouth to speak, but Jos noticed and stopped her with a wave of his hand.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to it, okay? So, there we are, all in Bjarnarey-Langoya – what a shithole that is, by the way, you’d think Sokhorosk Linii would’ve pumped some money into preventing that from being the first thing their visitors see of the city, but anyway – and Tuskoles tells his Pilot to file a flight plan for Franz Josef City, to take off as soon as the pilot is back within his permitted hours. He takes us to The Barge, gets that process started, makes sure Mêlçôr’s actual agent is in the air en-route to the Federation to finish the paperwork, makes a quick phone-call to Lit™ to get the stuff with the youth player sorted, asks me if I’ve got my work laptop with me – of course I do – and then sets off back to the airport.”

There was a quiet moment as Jos finished relaying the events that had led him here back to the assembled table of unlikely associates. Most were thinking about what they’d just heard. Stina was making a note about the state of the local airport.

“So,” breather Jasmine, slowly, digesting that stream of information, “when I asked where Tuskoles was now, the answer was ‘Franz Josef City’.”

“Yeah but, it would have come up anyway, I’m sure,” smiled Jos.

“Why did he ask about your work laptop?” Asked Federico, “What’s that got to do with anything? What do you do?”

“I’m a communications programmer,” answered Jos proudly, “well, in project management now really, but I started out as a programmer. Coding, and all that.”

“In communications?” asked Alexsandr.

“It’s changed a lot from the wires and telephone exchanges of your youth, grandad,” continued Jos, to the background of an affronted snort from the other side of the table, “just kidding, just kidding. But no, seriously, there’s an awful lot more coding and hidden language stuff going on now than even when I was a kid. And that’s what I do.”

“For Lithico™?”

“Now, sure. I taught myself when I had all those long, lonely days to myself in Ruland whilst my dad was at training or whatever. A kid’s got to have a hobby, and that became my passion. Hacking, mainly, but I never did anything serious. Just challenged myself to see if I could, mostly.” Jos cracked his knuckles at this, looking even more pleased with himself than he already had been. “Got that to thank for where I am now, to be honest.”

“Hacking got you a job?” asked Stina sceptically, her business background meaning the almost daily e-mails from various paranoid IT departments had passed on their anxieties to the people in charge who didn’t really understand the nuts and bolts; or, ones and zeroes in this case. Jasmine meanwhile simply smiled, predicting something along the lines of what was to come next.

“Oh, yes,” enthused Jos, “these are always useful skills for someone in your organisation to have. I think it was the occasion I got bored and decided I’d hack my dad’s phone remotely. I thought it would be funny to initiate a direct video call from the inside of his locker whilst he was at training, you know, to see if I could embarrass him a little in front of his teammates by acting like a whiny little kid, asking when he’d be home to feed me, eck cet-ra eck cet-ra.”

His incorrect pronunciation, so confident, made Jasmine twitch a little, but she bid him continue.

“Anyway, that was the night I discovered dad’s connections to the RRÂ. Turns out he wasn’t at training that evening, but a meeting of some sort about what he could help the team offer thanks to his role at the club. They didn’t much like it when his phone suddenly started talking to them from his pocket. I met a lot of men with guns that evening,” Jos added thoughtfully, a glaxed expression coming over his face, “which wasn’t necessarily a highlight of my time in Ruland, but, it got me where I am now.”

“And, does Lithico™ use hackers often?” asked Stina, still a little wary.

“Oh no, no no nothing like that. That’s not why I’m employed there,” Jos said hastily, “no no, all above board I assure you. But, they’re transferable skills, is all I’m saying.”

“That you’ve brought to the Federation.”

“That Tuskoles has had me bring to the Federation, yes.”

“To use, where exactly?”

“Well, it’s an open secret that The Party need investment from abroad, like I said,” said Jos, “so I imagine Tuskoles has either suggested or been summoned to a meeting in the capital along those lines.”

“Well that bodes well,” sighed Alexsandr, “looks like The Party just got the final missing link in their net of strangulation.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” offered Jos, sensing the mood around the table taking a nosedive, “I can’t claim to speak for Tuskoles’ motivations here, but, put it this way; you’ve apparently had a brain drain here of people with the relevant expertise in electronic communications, and a Party looking to expand its surveillance and control in those directions, no doubt. However, you’ve got no money. Lithico™ has money, and the expertise, and the motivation to expand business abroad. There are a small number of people at my level in the company, and even fewer with experience of leading the roll-out of communications networks across a whole country at a time. I’d say it’s basically down to me and two others. Of those two, they’re both younger than I am, probably more experienced at this specific set of circumstances now I think about it, and have no familial commitments to speak of back home. And yet, he’s brought me, found an excuse to relocate my entire family, and brought two individuals with a history of working with the RRÂ.”

“So, you’re saying…”

“Oh, I’m saying nothing for now,” concluded Jos mysteriously, or at least, in a way that he thought made him look mysterious but in reality just made him even more smug than before, if possible, “I just think we shouldn’t be too hasty with the doom and gloom predictions.”

“And what if it is doom and gloom?” Queried Jasmine, “You’ll just, go with it?”

Jos thought about this for a second. “I suppose I go with what Tuskoles asks me to do.”

“You wouldn’t go behind his back?”

“Well…”

“Okay, say this;” said Jasmine, laying her hand on the desk, “say you’re right, and Lithico™ really are about to be asked to roll out a new communications network across the country, with all the in-built trapdoors that the OO ask for.”

“Say that, yes,” said Jos.

“Then in that scenario, you’re not willing to tell Tuskoles that’s what you’re delivering, and then put in some things that might help us?”

“I think if you think for a second that Lithico™ is going to go to all that expense without puttin in trapdoors for their own benefit, without the OO knowing, then you’ve totally missed the subtext in what I was saying earlier,” scoffed Jos, somewhat unkindly.

“Fine, but then what about us?”

“Us?” asked Alexsandr, not quite catching on yet to what conclusions Jasmine was drawing,“Is there an ‘us’?”

“Then I think that whatever I do or don’t say to Tuskoles,” continued Jos, “he’s already predicted that that’s what I’ll do.”

Confused faces looked back at Jos.

“Look,” he added, “you just have to trust me. I’ve worked with Tuskoles before. If he’s going to offer-but-not-really-offer what I think he’s about to offer-but-not-really-offer, it’ll all be for a reason. And, he’s already predicted what I’ll do. So, I’ve learnt to just go with the flow.”

“How comforting.”

“I want a free Federation as much as the rest of you,” continued Jos, “I can see what The Party is doing to this country, and I hate it. But, things might have to get worse before they get better. I’ve lived through things in Ruland, trust me. You don’t want what happened in Farfadillis. Not here.”

As he finished that last point, the assembled crowd of unlikely allies stopped to think about what they’d just heard. At just that time, the coffee machine stopped gurgling, and the dishwasher serendipitously ceased its rumbling. The connotations and implications hung over them like a heavy blanket, fugging the air around them whilst they digested.

“Still,” said Federico, breaking the spell, “funny, that point about Tuskoles knowing what’s about to happen...”

“He’s just very good at his job, I guess,” shrugged Jos.

“Sure, but, the five of us? Meeting like this? In here?” pressed Federico, “I wonder if he had anything do with it.”

“Mm, not sure,” said Jos, “remember those changes of plans? I think I might give fate the benefit of the doubt on this one.”

“Fate?”

“Fate.”

In the silence that followed, if those in the Ocean Café had listened really carefully, they might have been able to hear the noise of a semi-immortal football legend dressed as a superhero on the roof of the hotel adjacent slapping his forehead in exasperation, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a goose laughing.

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Controversial winner puts Delaclava on verge of Cup of Harmony R16

DELACLAVA 3 — 2 BRANNFJORD
Lindblad 19', Khautov 76', Anagnakis 90+2' (pen.) | E. Haugen 26', S. Haugen 45+3' (pen.)
Bullrich; Egan, Champagne, Gouin, Barker; Heilprin, Kraulis (Brouillard 46'), Lindblad (Rogers 46'), Anagnakis; Khautov, Dimellis (Johnson 66').


New Catherina –– Pundits and fans will argue about this in the coming days, but this is all that will show in the books: Vangelis Anagnakis scored a penalty in the 92nd minute, and Delaclava once again overcame deficit to vanquish Brannfjord 3-2 and inch closer to a spot in the Round of 16 at the Cup of Harmony.

The controversy came as Aidan O'Galvin attacked the box from the left wing late in the second half, taking on Tobias Thorbjørnsen. As O'Galvin reached the end line and cut back in to find space, he and Thorbjørnsen tangled up and the ball got knocked up and into the forearm of Thorbjørnsen. After a lame cross attempt easily recovered by Ivar Øygard, O'Galvin briefly pleaded his case to the Chromatik referee Li Xianyi. It seemed to no avail, but as Øygard punted the ball to midfield and the midfielders jockeyed for position, Li blew the game dead to examine the play again; moments later, he emerged to award the penalty to Delaclava, to the delight of the crowd at Field of Dreams and to the fury of the Brannfjord squad and Kjartan Martinsen.

"I could have gone either way on it," O'Galvin said after the game. "I thought in real time there was something to it, but honestly, I wasn't too convinced. I'd kind of moved on when he went back to VAR," he chuckled. O'Galvin thought after seeing the replay that the call was correct. "I think that's a handball, for sure. It's a judgment call, I don't know if every ref calls it. But it's a handball, yeah."

After the fallout had died down, Anagnakis calmly converted the penalty with a driving low shot to his right. He commented, "I think they were upset because, how do you call that in a tied game? Something that's so minor, they felt like the ref inserted himself in the game when he shouldn't have. But I don't agree. That's a handball whether it's the first minute of the last. You have to make the right call when you see it." However, Anagnakis admitted: "I'd be pissed if it were the other way around, yeah. It's a foul, it's a handball, but we didn't think we were robbed of a goalscoring opportunity there."

Delaclava had taken a 1-0 lead in the game off a free kick from Kent Lindblad, returning to the starting lineup for the first time since a qualifying loss to Huayramarca, after which Lindblad struggled with Achilles tendonitis. Lindblad once again split time with recent up-and-comer Ashley Rogers, the attacking midfielder from Cleopatrana SC. Brannfjord, who appeared in World Cup qualifying for the first time and surged all the way to a playoff appearance, came back with two goals in the back end of the first half. On the first, Eivind Haugen won the ball away from Lindblad in Delaclava's defensive third and found Martin Nordstrøm for a shot at Porfirio Bullrich, only for Haugen himself to be there to collect and bury the rebound. Sigurd Haugen scored the second goal on a far less disputed penalty, with Killian Egan pulling down Nordstrøm as the forward tried to streak by, earning Egan a stern yellow from Li.

The second goal particularly took the wind out of the sails of Delaclava, who seemed more offensive and primed to strike back after Eivind's equalizer. Instead, the second half proceeded at much of a stalemate, with Brannfjord content to maintain its lead, which would have secured its spot in the Round of 16 after Milchama defeated Reçuecn 2-1 earlier in the day. However, it was another fast-rising prospect, Jackson Johnson, who entered the game for Kyriakos Dimellis, that energized the Phoenixes side. Delaclava has been looking for a dance partner up top with Alibek Khautov (tactical minds may wonder if it would be better just to play a 4-5-1 instead), and for about 25 minutes, Johnson was a highly effective one, setting up Khautov for a tying goal after series of short passes.

The 2-2 result would have given Delaclava a fighting chance going into Day 3, sitting on two points to four each from Milchama and Brannfjord. But as they do when they smell blood in the water, the Phoenixes pressed and clawed for an opening. They got one—not one they expected, but a wide-open opportunity, and Anagnakis capitalized. Delaclava staved off Brannfjord's furious last few minutes to balance the score and survived to pull away with the win.

Completely reversing their fortunes, Delaclava now sits atop Group A with Milchama with four points; Brannfjord at three, Reçuecn eliminated at zero. A Delaclava win or draw will send them through to the next round, and Anagnakis is hopeful that his squad will make it happen in emphatic fashion.

"What do they have to play for now? Pride? We're still in the competition, and we're still hungry. We can dominate them. We can send everyone a message."
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Postby Independent Athletes from Quebec » Tue Dec 12, 2023 6:18 pm

Ahead By A Century

PART 12 - Firewalk


Claire Lundrigan let the night acclimate herself into the foreign environment, as she looked around on the VIP table that was largely unaccompanied. This place is as mental as imagined, thought she, as slowly drank a glass of Limoncello. Both deafening and yet silent.

Currently Claire was sitting on the sofa over what was a neatly-cleaned nightclub, with a couple of empty bottles on top of the table after they were consumed in rather freakish speed. The awkward feeling of ending up in the State Department of Sound of all places, especially in a week-away where all that people back home held were what seemed to be inexplicable worries over her falling into similar traps, left a strange silence that had emerged between her and Alexandre, who himself was strangely silent.

At the other tables, everybody else were tending to their own matters, though it was clear the partygoers were not the conventional group of those who would frequent the State Department of Sound. Grim Reapers' cricket captain, Navy Flight Officer Jang Joon-Gweon and his wife, political staffer and daughter of country music royalty named Hannah Moran, were busy hanging out. The sight of a neatly-dressed officer situated alongside a group of civilians dressed in more colourful dresses was amusing one to observe, for those interested. Meanwhile, the other table would have other groups who have made reservations - their foreign appearances suggested either those who had decided to come for a night out mid-travel, or international students studying at one of half-dozen universities surrounding the area - but the table with Addy and their friends were missing, presumably waiting for Leonor Valdes and Princess Solveig to arrive.

For most part Claire had expected herself to be overwhelmed, with not-impossible chance that she might lose a piece of Jewelry including the Sapphire ring on her left-third finger, but she has held up well for the past half-hour. The ever-bustling atmosphere at the State Department of Sound had been very much what she had expected from the words she had heard of a nightclub complex as labyrinthic as it was. The silence between her and Alexandre, however, seemed to have outpowered the surrounding movement of sound and people, perhaps because she had noticed in how quickly and effortlessly they had found themselves alongside.

Or perhaps it may have been because of the cobalt hues that would permeate from the Sapphire gemstone itself, light to the eyes but calming to the feeling, almost as if it had the effect of slowing down or even stopping the time on the immediate radius between the two. Claire had not realised it at that moment, perhaps oblivious due to her keeping it mostly away from view when in school, and was quietly kept inside one of the drawers when she had come home to Silverhills estate.

But the effect was evident, with Alexandre, whose heart had felt heavy in weight up to this point, on the other side of the table. Silent and yet full of thoughts, the brown-haired prince six-foot-nine in height and frame matching the size, felt as if pieces to the puzzle were being matched, and that at any moment, he would be able to break the silence's stronghold on him and say some stupid words at him. Of course, the other tables' presences, especially that of Jang, who he had looked up to and would gradually befriend over the years, had played a good constraint factor for him, but Alexandre, while athletic and outgoing, would easily give in, and at any moment if the silence would break, it would serve as an appropriate trigger.

We live in silence, but your eyes tell me otherwise, thought Claire, as she looked back at Alexandre whose facial expressions suggested conflicted emotions. At that moment she thought and wondered if her father had alluded something on the short story he was working on written, almost as if Sir. Asher had let her worries over his daughter, who he loved dearly, written into the words. By now she had heard enough of the friendship Sir. Asher held with the Queen back in their St. Croix days, almost to the point where she could see now on how deliberate it had looked at times to underplay it.

But to see his worries reflect in such a manner reflecting of him had implied something else Sir. Asher would keep away from his wife and children. Was it the possible fear of entering into the unknown, or perhaps what the course charted and predicted by a force far greater than her? And if so, how much do others know - her mother, friends, those around her father - and does he know? The sudden thoughts, that had seeped from her doubts, would come to an end however as Alexandre finally broke out of the silence.

'I don't like lying,' Alexandre said, trying his best to relax. 'and let me be clear, first and foremost, that I'm not here to stare forever at the most beautiful woman in the world.' He then quickly brushed his forehead to suggest that he had brushed off what had bothered him.

'Sir, or you,' Claire answered, trying to find the right middle ground of conversation for them, before giving a light laugh. 'And I'm not here to just be in this awkward state, with some boy I barely know, drinking in middle of a nightclub.'

'And neither am I, though the stars may have aligned differently,' Alexandre answered. This was a light sign of departure Alexandre, who did not always speak eloquently or in manners his parents had mastered at very early age, had exhibited, almost to the point of feeling unnatural. Alexandre had learned plenty, both at school and in travels, but mostly acting outwards rather than inwards, still had much to settle and figure out.

'Alright, could you tell me why you have looked me like that over the past half-hour, almost as if the entire world had stopped around you?' Claire asked, before almost immediately regretting her words. 'Do tell me why.' She had a feeling Alexandre, whose reputation as an arrogant, womaniser among the ranks of seniors at the AGS, would be less genuine on his answers than what she would hope to hear. From the glimpses and words she had heard, even without gauging much on her own, it was clear he had the signs more resembling that of Jacques IX or His Royal Highness Philippe, both of whom had their own streaks and had intended to carry themselves into the marine life. It was almost as if the risk were perpetual rather than exceptional, if one's to so put it forth.

'Because I am an insomniac,' Alexandre replied, slowly moving closer to her. 'And unlike what some would speculate, including that of The Latest Whistledown or both your mates and mine, I am not here because of Princess Solveig or just any Quebecois Rose.' Alexandre didn't always have the strongest of convictions, a trait that had come from his father, Caspian of Cassadaigua, and even less so on convictions. But this, once again, would serve to be an exception rather than a normal.

'Is it me that haunts you?' Claire asked, her aware that Alexandre's trying a different way around. She too would move sideways, closer to him. 'Or something that goes way further back-'

'This I do not know, but what had happened the night of homecoming, while passing like a long night's sleep, has left me wondering at times..' Alexandre answered, perhaps letting too much of his own inhibitions getting to him.

'White sails and offshore lights..'

'...with the ships passing in the night, marking the sweetest spring at my door.'


'Almost as if there's enchantment passing through, as I dreamed one night years back in Concord Heights and I cannot ignore...'

Claire felt a light shiver past her, close to both the sense of intimacy that had emerged out of blue, and also worried that the source of his enchantment may have the same person who had shot Alexandre above the hill. 'What had exactly happened, mind if I ask,' Claire asked, her voice shaking while noticing that a security guard, whom she had not seen before, raise his pistol.

Turns out, she wasn't the only one seeing a pistol right above his company. 'Duck,' Alexandre shouted as both security guards fired a round of shots at one another, him pulling Claire into embrace to cover. Subsequent shots would follow, being fired in multiples as both shooters, with a purpose entirely separate from the rest, would watch the shots purposefully miss their target, bouncing off the building blocks and walls, before dropping to the floor.
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Postby Cardenao » Tue Dec 12, 2023 6:52 pm

The Bostopian Affair (Part IV)
(Part I, Part II, Part III)


“DEAD…I AM DEAD!”

Mihaly jumped back in surprise as a voice that shouldn’t be, spoke.

“DEAD I……am DEAD.”

Mihaly looked down at the knife made of hemlock and yew tree in his hands, then down at the body on the ground in front of him.

“Dead. I am dead.”

He was quite sure he had plunged that knife deep into the Emperor’s body, he’d felt the tip break through the wall of the heart, he’d seen the Emperor die, much like he’d seen the Duke die by his own hand nought but a minute before.

Unlike the Duke, who had seemingly slipped from this world back into his own stream of time with his body fading into nothingness before it hit the floor, the Emperor’s body was very much still here, on the ground, twitching quite violently as he repeated his declaration of death.

“Dead. I am Dead.”

A breeze flowed through the airtight room, ruffling Mihaly’s clothes and hair as it slowly gained power.

“Dead I am Dead I am Dead I…am…dead.”

“Alright let’s get things going! It’s time to MOVE MOVE MOVE!”

‘Wha–what!?’

The Duke’s two female aides burst into the room as one of the room’s walls slid down into the floor, revealing a set of TV cameras while The Duke’s desk whirled out from another wall.

“What’s going on?” Mihaly asked them.

The pair stopped what they were doing and stared up at Mihaly, looking at him in a way that only someone who wielded total power over a nation commanded as they ushered him behind the desk that The Duke had once occupied. There was, Mihaly sensed, a great deal of infatuation in their eyes as well, explaining in part their…extreme devotion to their dearly now departed Duke.

“Why it’s time to speak to the world!” One chimed.

“It’s time to tell them of the change!” The other sweetly sung!

Mihaly stared down at the knife as one of the TV cameras moved closer to him on its own power. ‘A press conference? Now? Normally he would be expected to announce the freshly signed Cardenao-Ochre Islands defensive pact, but now? Well now it seemed he’d come into a position of great power.

The Emperor's body twitched once more, muttering “I am dead” before, well, dying. Mihaly was sure of it this time, but the Emperor opened one of his eyes, looked quickly at Mihaly sitting at The Duke's desk, then closed his eye and smoothly rolled over on the floor onto his stomach, before a final 'I am dead' with a throaty 'gyurkkkkkkaahhhhhhh……' for good measure before thankfully going still.





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Blue's Backs Against The Wall…Again!


After a World Cup qualifying campaign full of trials and tribulations, the hardships have continued for La Furia Azule heading into the final match of the Cup of Harmony group stage. A huge loss to our off the pitch friends Huayramarca was followed by a deeply disappointing draw to Qasden, but heading into this vital final match the lads have an advantage for the first time: they’re playing at home. And so the stage is set for a massive clash between Cardenao and Sarzonia, it’s blue vs blue, it’s #43 vs #144 in the world, it’s Anaia vs Arrosia. Let’s dive into it!

If one looked solely at World Cup rankings, which one never should, they would think Sarzonia is a low-end of the pack nation, down in 144th. If one had any sort of context, they would know how deceiving that rank is. First off, the Stars closed out the World Cup in strong fashion after a “highly unfortunate” 0-0-5 start to the qualifying campaign. The combination of captain and midfielder Clayton Wilson, the latest in a high-profile footballing family, and target man extraordinaire Jake Campos fired the team to a 5-1-5 finish after failing to win their first five matches, pushing them into 5th place and earning a spot in the Cup of Harmony. Now, say you play through that formidable four man midfield, you still have to get past the physicality of Tommy Benignati in centerback to have a chance on goal, so it’s not exactly a walk in the park to get the ball into their goal. Second point of context, this #144 is a world champion. Yes, the 22nd World Cup was quite some time ago, but Sarzonia won it fair and square, earning the eternal title of world champ. Third and related point, the Stars are the first nation to ever win the World Cup Grand Slam with the 3rd Baptism of Fire, the 10th Cup of Harmony, the 12th and 29th AOCAF, and the aforementioned World Cup all adorning the trophy cabinet. All of this is to say, Ramon Lamberti, if you’re reading this, please do not underestimate the Stars as you line up the Blue and Golds for battle. We need the lads firing on all cylinders if we’re going to get this win and have results elsewhere go our way.

The most important point of play for our Cardenaoan side is for them to try and play without nerves. I know, that’s much easier said than done when you’re sitting with a blanket drinking hot coco in front of the fireplace while the players are actually out there getting it done, but mental fortitude at this point will be key to victory. Resist their pressure, play the ball instead of trying to dribble past three defenders, don’t panic if they get close to our goal or, God forbid, go one or two up. Keep playing the Cardenao way that has brought us……perhaps not success but seen us become a more established footballing side. Juanma Saez, enjoying a brilliant start to the Tikariot Premier League season, will be relied on to put what few chances he gets into the net, while Chímo will have to unlock a higher level of play to truly put the team on his back, that’s our best chance of success. Haritz Larrainzar, really going to need you to hit the peaks of playmaking you’re known for if we’re going to have a chance to win. Here’s hoping we do!

What comes after this game? It’s hard to tell really. A loss could spell trouble for Ramon Lamberti as the FA might look to go in another direction after six promising but ultimately disappointing years under his direction. A win? A win and some, not all, might be forgotten, but that would be reliant on reaching even further into the Cup of Harmony knockout stage.
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Postby Eura » Tue Dec 12, 2023 7:00 pm

2-2? TWO FUCKING TWO? THUNDERCRACK! I TOLD YOU TO DEFEND MERSON! YOU’RE ABOUT AS USEFUL AS A LIFEBOAT MADE OF CHOCOLATE YOU P-

Eura drew 2-2 with the Kytler Peninsulae on matchday two. With Naixi beating Krytenia, Eura are now in an unenviable position going into the final day of the Cup of Harmony group stage.

Group D appears to have fallen down a wibbly wobbly timey wimey vortex in which only the beleaguered Eurans are aware that anything is going on. The game started with the weird and wonderful Mainframe seemingly giving way to a cartoonish cloud formation. From that emerged a bearded figure yelling something about “shithousing”, to which everyone in the ridiculously large 314,000 seater stadium replied by shrugging their shoulders and pretending they hadn’t seen it.

Eura have rarely played in such ginormous arenas and if it wasn’t for the immense technological advancement of our Delaclav hosts (lots of floating screens and shit) then I’m sure most of those fans wouldn’t have the foggiest idea of what was happening on the pitch which is lucky because-
BREATHE! LONG SENTENCE WITHOUT COMMAS! HOW UNEURAN!
-which is lucky because if they had watched it, they would have wanted to claw out their eyes with ice cream scoops.

Glen Merson’s current unorthodox 4-5-1 lined up against Andrew Patterson’s possession-based 4-2-3-1 and many Eurans will have immediately become confused and disoriented. Here was a Euran international fixture, with the Euran national team, and Euran players, wearing Euran kits, with wee Euran flags, and they were the ones playing counterattacking negative hoof ball against intricate, typically Euran (Kytlerian?) tiki-twattery. What was going on?

Whatever the plan was, it didn’t work. Unlike the Naixi tie Eura did not dominate off the bat and went behind to a fine Danny Markusson finish, the 19-year-old Bravin Rangers forward rinsing an unusually sloppy Jermaine Gates of possession 25 yards from goal, exchanging a quick one-two with Emrys Floyd to circumvent Jack Menard and Quentin Phillips, and then flinging his right foot at the ball – ever so slightly off balance, hence the desperate finish – doing just enough to get it past David Warrington.

There was at least a firecracker performance from Dean Barnes to wake us all up, as he furiously struggled with his inner Euran attacking instincts in a failed attempt to maintain discipline with the new system. Barnes took the brave step of trying to go past a defender rather than passing back to the keeper…and succeeded, zipping past the hilariously named Conan Prunty and bombing down the right, eventually finding himself with just the equally hilariously named Shrifflu Mocks in the way. Barnes decided to take fate out of the defenders’ hands; no need to risk a dripple against a defender who had stood his ground all game. Barnes lashed the ball towards the top left hand corner from 20 yards and spun away with joy when Kuno Zeelen failed to get there with his dive.

Eura gradually grew in confidence after their equaliser, driven by the sublime Barnes who put in a player of the match display. He would later turn creator, starting by nutmegging Mocks (he really did have his number) out on the sideline when in a seemingly hopeless position, trapped against the corner flag. Barnes skipped around the dazzled defender and took a beat before sliding a precise pass across the box and slightly backwards, leaving Mocks’ teammates flat footed as Tess Miller arrived with the perfect timing to smash home.

Could Eura have taken all three points? Yes. Should Eura have taken all three points? Yes. Why didn’t Eura take all three points? Yes, no, maybe, I don’t know, can you repeat the question?

We’re all still stunned really. 87th minute. Long ball slung over the top as the Kytlerians try something different. Marwin Mikkelsen, off the bench and seeing their name in lights, diving to meet it. Debutant Jack Dawson hoofing clear and getting there, Mikkelsen left in the dirt. Throw in? Counterattack?
Nope. VAR check…and a fucking penalty.
It was, is and shall remain a piss take, prompting many social media based rumours of a referee called “E. Gartanzo”. Oscar Vincent saw red in the ensuing protests, perhaps doing himself no favours with the ref by describing him in terms that rhyme with a clucking footstool.
Despite all the theatrics that that held the spot kick up for several minutes, the ridiculously hilariously named Wecoisus Gackbang kept cool and put it away with panache. Right back? More like right back…in the…net. (Sorry.)

Anyway, from there it was a draw. Which raises a question – what is the point of it all? Is any of this even happening anyway? I’ve forgotten what Euran media outlet I’m supposed to be working for. There’s no headline, byline, main body of text, subtext, context, graphic sext. Just…stuff. Which I think resembles what I watched.
But did it?
Is the Kytler Peninsulae team real? How do we know? This is a country Eura has a long and proud history with – think of Guy Stamp, Kytlerian striker and one of the early Gold League greats. But let’s be honest with ourselves here. These can’t be real names. Maarwin Mikkelsen? Clituleng Taklik? (Ooh, behave). Wiremu Hemi? John Fish?
I’m sorry but no. These are all made up. This whole thing is made up. And there’s complete radio silence from this supposed auld ally of the Euran people. Not a peep!

So how did we fail to beat them? Why wasn’t this game just an endless sequence of Owen Holden kicking off back to Vincent, who would pass it back forward for Holden to then kick into an empty net unchallenged?
It was once said in the worst days of the Sameban dictatorship that nothing is true, and everything is possible. Up is down. Left is right. Chalk is cheese. Is that where Euran football is? Is that where Eura is?
Maybe I’ve gone insane. Maybe we’ve all gone a bit barmy, actually. It could explain a few things.
Is anyone reading this?
Are you reading this, reader?
No…?

I’ll tell you what it is, fellow Eurans.
The world.
The others.
The enemy.
They’re all against us.
They will always be against us.
And sooner or later, cuddly social democracy and kicking a ball around just won’t cut it.

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Postby Saint Eleanor » Tue Dec 12, 2023 7:06 pm

OOC: $1 = €0.926 according to the Windows Calculator app at 11:24pm UTC on Tuesday. Vdara roleplay cleared with Vdara.

Jouoangquoi roleplay not actually cleared with Monitor yet, but pre-emptively posted in the hope she doesn't object too vigorously (and will post here to announce any changes she's asked me to make to the RP; she's been a great help in terms of providing settings and general context, though, and has been sent a copy of this in advance) cleared with Monitor at 2:16am UTC on Wednesday.
Group of Six meeting (III) --- Hapilopper 1-0 SAINT ELEANOR
Participants: Gentle Breeze, Reniira Clevinger, Stephen Mitcham ~ Bridget Coombe [C], Cathy Winchester [VC], Tina Falconer [ballot]
Location: Lucille's Tea Shoppe; Upper West Village, The Mainframe, DEL


The Director's Cutt - not being shown at Le Cine de Fut any time soon!

Such is the life of being the team captain... I was asked to do a couple of things before this meeting began, although thankfully NOT immediately after the match.
(1) Venue - Upper West Side tearoom (supposedly on Stephen's recommendation, although he denies considering anywhere outside of Mollywood). Possibly the only time in Eleanorian history such a large group of people has collectively decided that having some tea and cake would be better than "just coffee." Also an excuse for me to pick out the nice flowing dress I hadn't worn for... a couple of months?
(2) Notetaking - agreed on short notice; I took a yellow highlighter for key retrospectives, a blue highlighter for points about our team, a green highlighter for points about the opposition and a pink highlighter for unknowns. I imagine the staff wasn't looking forward that much to analysing:
(a) a match against a confident and motivated bottom seed
(b) against which we adopted an unnecessarily conservative (lack of diversification) strategy
(c) that allowed Camp and Bamford turning the screw on us, hitting as many balls as they could to McLamb - not to say their central players did nothing, though
(d) resulting in McLamb scoring around 68 minutes (header from relatively challenging position)
(e) and against which we had no effective response, running around aimlessly, making weak passes from distance and generally preparing for worst-case scenarios that never came

Gentle Breeze told me that my "summary was perfect." That is the greatest compliment I could have received for it.

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Mitcham reminded us after my analysis of the Hapilopper defeat (I said it was a "catastrophe" but he's warned me against using overly-judgmental language; Gentle Breeze and Clevinger are on a bit of a learning curve) that Saint Eleanor will progress with a win or draw and be eliminated with a defeat.
With victory, EXT will be on 6pts, SAT on 3pts. The winner of HAP/PUG will be on 6pts and the loser on 3pts; each will have 4pts if they draw. EXT progress, may win group depending on other score
With a draw, EXT (GD +1) and SAT (GD 0; beat Hapilopper) will be on 4pts. Same HAP (GD 0) / PUG (GD -1) calculus as above. EXT progress, will win group with HAP/PUG draw and finish second with HAP or PUG win
With defeat, EXT will be on 3pts, SAT on 6pts. The better-off team of HAP/PUG will have at least 4pts, as shown above. EXT eliminated

I said that there is no reason to be too conservative or look for a draw - these attitudes cost us valuable points against Hapilopper, Barunia, etc. Saterun is beatable, can be beaten, and should be beaten. Nobody on the Saterunian team is as bloodthirsty as Rod Cutt is, but we should not shy away from facing them head-on for fear of injury, etc.

Given their past form and regimented formation, we decided that it would be best to have a focused, three-pronged approach: defending against strikers, defending against midfielders, and attacking.

On the strikers:
Saterun is a striker-oriented team more than anything. Their scorers against Hapilopper on MD1 were their starting strikers, Maximillian Bates (x2; spelling?) and Thiago Esparza. The obvious points here would be to look after them on a man-on-man basis - Newbridge will go on the young and fairly inexperienced Bates, Launceston on the calm and more capable ("right place, right time" kind of person) Esparza.

On the midfielders:
Davies will be asked to aggressively mark Hans-Jurgen Becker, who's the most obvious midfield attacker on the side. Tina's said he should really be considered a striker, but I disagree - he's a versatile, almost world-class player who can do anything and surprise anyone.
Kaka Sarabola is getting on a bit but has "still got it," so to speak - Cathy's said she'll take a wait-and-see approach but will try and drift inside if that means she can pre-emptively cut off passes to him.
Sylvia and I will take a more ad hoc attitude to Andrei Coiro (defensive midfielder from past experience) and Glenn Lundquist (a traditional but more attacking CM). We'll avoid fouls, should Coiro take advantage from the setpieces.

On attacking:
We'll tilt on the left wing, but won't be so aggressive as we were against Hapilopper. Clevinger pointed out that Fabian Cruz made his debut this cycle and has appeared sporadically up to now, so she wants to ask Newcastle to push Cruz as hard as he can and hopefully exploit the experience/coolness gap.
Alojzy Addams and Johnothan Post work as a team - although Post is generally more of a defender's defender, Addams more of a forwards-pushing Launceston type. Stephen rightly suggested that Goldsmith would do nicely threading the needle between them, with Pilchard staying back in support.
The record shows that Avishai Demare is a bit enigmatic - Gentle Breeze herself admitted he couldn't readily identify his playstyle from the news reports. Northend will be allowed to do her thing.

In general, we'll try to get the ball to Goldsmith through Newcastle on the left if possible (the ideal possession transition would be Becker -> Davies -> Newcastle -> Goldsmith). If that doesn't work, however, it's equally viable for him to get the ball from Pilchard via a central-midfield turnover, from Northend via normal right-wing shenanigans, or just off Addams' own carelessness.

As usual, however, all attacking players will be given free reign to shoot or pass as appropriate! Saterun will eventually figure out the consequences of leaning too heavily on their strikers instead of diversifying their attacking approach - looping back to the earlier point we made about Saint Eleanor against Hapilopper, of course.

The final, overarching decision made...
...which I had no part in, lest I end up like Kichirō Matsuda, pilloried to the minimum extent necessary in the press to get the point across that we aren't doing as well as we can - was that we'll play 1 to 11 in the traditional 4-2-3-1. (As Tina said, "it worked for Hapilopper!") Defence is a winning recipe already. Midfield deserves a bit of a hands-off approach all told, not Kichirō's potentially madcap antics. Goldsmith is a good striker and should see us through.

I mean this in every sense possible, but: There is nothing we cannot do tomorrow!

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The Grand Tour of Anaia - Vdara: Neither baked nor refried, and only a bit of a culture shock

by Lara Torridge - January 12th 2006


The airport in Iskandabad was so dreary that I had nothing to say about any of its facilities, other than to express my thanks I was not in its toilets. Certainly the toilets in the airport of Chania, the Vdaran capital, are better: the music is soothing and broadly traditional, the handle is something you wave in front of and the handdriers do not look like they are about to infect you with radiation. The exchange rates for the euro, the local currency, are unpredictable too, which comes as a surprise in a world of fixed rates. After some haggling, I manage to get €926 for my lot.

Exchange rate: $1,000 = €926 ($1 = €0.926)

My father's real coming-of-age was the end of the 1970s - after he served Saint Eleanor in the war, before he started dating and got married. Even he had lost count of how many places he'd been to. He remembers a sarcastic, off-hand comment from one of his former girlfriends, that "commuters need coffee." Indeed they do, I supposed, and this commuter needed coffee more than most after how dreary her last country visit was. Where to go, then? I ask the locals, of course, and am bounced about an hour and a half later to a little place called Kafés Me Diáthesi. This is, literally, all Vdaran to me.

I expect a nice service. I do not get it, or at least not in the Eleanorian sense. Stavros, the café owner, gives me a stern "yaso" and doesn't even attempt to usher me to a table, although he doesn't mind when I pick one of the spare ones. His waitress does not appear best-pleased with my presence there, either. I ask - with great difficulty - for a cappuccino and slice of chocolate cake. By some miracle, the baristas don't try to ruin my order: the kapoutsíno and sokolatopita are served perfectly and, despite the coffee having a bit of bitter aftertaste, commendable on the whole.

Feeling partially generous, partially in need of making sure my wallet was devoid of even the nice one-euro coin I'd gotten from the bureau de change, I put down the coin and a five-euro note as a tip of sorts. It's more than the waitress was expecting. As I was told on my way out, it was more than even Stavros himself was expecting, and I have good reason to believe it's not just a rumour. I haven't had time to change my clothes from Lexandrija, so I eye one of the flashy pharmacy signs as I walk about town and can't help but note it's reading 9 degrees. Those are reasonable enough conditions, I thought to myself; it can't be worse than Saint Eleanor.

In need of a pick-me-up even after that, I loop through a couple of the shopping streets around the old town. My first purchase - and the first of the tour to be billed on the card - is sixty euros for a Vdaran national team replica top in my size. The cashier says that Vdara merchandise hasn't been selling like hotcakes, at least not yet: he says that the nation's withdrawal from international football was "the greatest regret of my life," even though he had no hand in the FA's decision, and is looking forward to their return for the 95th World Cup next year. I put that on under my coat once the deed's done - and you can sense the smile on his face when he finds out.

I realise I'm missing a pair of sandals, too, although that is a nice, round ten euros - enough to justify cold, hard cash. When I asked the shop owner his thoughts about the Vdaran national team, he immediately tried to lure me into a conversation about Panirakleios instead. I don't know how I'm missing sunglasses, either, but that's an extra five euros on top from one of the stall merchants, who just thanks me when I place my order and doesn't try to engage in further conversation. When I ask for a bag for all of that, well aware that the conditions are hardly right to wear either of those at the moment, he supplies it - and once more says nothing.

Dinner, after a long day of walking, talking, and trying to do things but instead just doing some shopping, comes from an establishment I got no recommendations for: I just saw it and thought popping in would be a good idea. I put down eleven euros on a chicken gyro and, because I need the extra fillup, a few potato slices. It's hardly the best dinner I've ever had and the al fresco table setup is a bit haphazard on top of that, but it gets me through to the next day. I check into my hotel far later than I expected, and take much less time to go to sleep than I would have been planning on in the morning.

Day 1: Summary

What I wore: the massive coat, massive boots and tiny little jeans from last time - and the time before
What I spent: 32 euros (and more on the card, but that doesn't count)
What I've got left over: 95 Eleanorian dollars; 894 euros


Everything - the weather, my mood, my restedness - is on the up the following day. What better to do, then, than go to church? I've never been much of a religious person, although my father did take me somewhat regularly to the evangelical services when I was growing up. It therefore takes me by surprise both how ornate the nearest church was and how confusing I thought the service was. I'm told after the fact this is the Orthodox faith, although I explain that I'm from Saint Eleanor, where the only Orthodox church of any description is a small building in the Central district from the 1950s that gets about fifteen or twenty people every week. The man has probably been going to that particular church longer than I've been alive; he nods at me and we go our separate ways.

In my case, that means politely borrowing a car and making it a couple of hundred kilometres west to a small town, right at the end of one of the motorways that spreads out from Chania. By the time I make it to one of the rest areas halfway through for some refuelling, I notice hardly anyone there; the attendant admits he's the first person he's seen in about ten minutes. The coffee in the amenity building comes from a chain that I had somehow never encountered in my first day in the capital; the service is better, the quality that little bit more industrial; I have the chance to get a bottle of water on top of that, which sums to four euros.

By the time I make it to the market in the town square, it should be lunchtime. It is not, one of the stallholders tell me - lunch is at 2pm, at which point everybody packs their things away and goes to a local café. Chaos, I would imagine, ensues; he assures me that nothing of the sort happens and the stalls can be easily put away. I have three euros to hand, which I put down for an evil eye amulet. The lesson of this, I am told, is to "beware rich strangers;" I tell him I've heard something of the sort before and the explanation makes sense, although I'm smart enough not to remind him of my means or purpose.

I float around a few of the other stalls, but there is little of note. I've had a chicken gyro already, but I imagine the pork version wouldn't be that much worse. It's a bit salty, all things considered, but I'm not a food critic and it is well worth the five euros I was asked for it. Right when the stalls are packing up, I chance upon yet another tradesman who is trying to sell people books. I ask if he has anything in Terranean and he obliges with a work about Malcolm Haywood's achievements as Tumbran Prime Minister. He doesn't try to ask for payment, nor do I pay.

There is nothing left to do that day. In the afternoon, I hit up a side-exit to watch what turns out to be a third-division match between two teams I've never heard of. I don't have a stake in this, and resist the temptation to bribe the referee, although I do hand one of the linespeople a fiver in the hope it will improve her situation. She didn't make any mistakes, although both teams reckoned they got screwed over by her decisions at crucial moments, so I must be doing something right. The match ends in a 1-1 draw.

I spend my evening back in the hotel, ordering a sorry imitation of "Terranean food" - the likes of which nobody inside the cultural bubble I call home would try and make in good faith - for the price of admission to my room, then relaxing by watching a trashy soap opera I can make neither head or tail of. I note, however, that the matriarch's daughter looks a bit like me: around 25, short-ish blonde hair, green eyes, disdain for lipstick and makeup. At least my parents are not criticising me over that last matter.

Day 2: Summary

What I wore: the little coat, Vdara top, "normal" jeans and trainers
What I spent: 17 euros
What I've got left over: 95 Eleanorian dollars; 877 euros


I have spent too much time spending too much money in Vdara, I think to myself that morning; maybe I would be better served visiting a couple of the places around and about. That morning, I decide to get on a boat to one of the very many small islands around Crete, the main island of Vdara and the one where Chania and all of my Vdaran destinations so far have been. The card machine on the ferry isn't quite working, and it takes a bit of wrestling with the technological gremlins before I'm allowed to fork out the twenty euro tariff.

When I get there, there is not a lot to do other than fish and learn. A local hand invites me on his boat to have a go, but I prove far less successful at the job than he is - I don't even get a single one on the end of my rod. There is a museum about the local people and customs here, as there seems to be just about everywhere else in Vdara; it's supposed to discuss how the island had a presence from close to every colonising power the Vdarans have ever known and how the islanders themselves overcame the various challenges they faced - that would be an all very Vdaran story, but unfortunately not one my language skills are well cut-out to understand, even at this stage in the journey.

Weary already, I decide it would be a good idea to get back to Crete and see what there is to do there. I have spent so much time on this island, though, that I find myself a bit shocked to learn that the last one of the day left about twenty minutes ago. I'm asked to book with one of the locals and try my luck again tomorrow morning, however. After some looking, an eighty-something called Katerina lets me lodge with her overnight; she insists her husband was attacked by a shark and killed a couple of decades ago, but it's clear she isn't quite being truthful. She makes a good, freshly-grilled haddock, if a bit boney for my likings. The program on the TV is exactly the same soap opera I dreaded the previous night, although I don't tell her I'm a tourist, Eleanorian or otherwise. I just said I was visiting for the day.

Day 3: Summary

What I wore: the little coat, plain long-sleeved top, "normal" jeans and trainers
What I spent: nothing
What I've got left over: 95 Eleanorian dollars; 877 euros


My dad had some lessons of his own from his travelling days. "Play it cool" was always one of them. I thank Katerina for her time early in the morning and leave her a handwritten note - in Terranean - telling her my true purposes. Sure enough, I turn up at the island port at 7am that morning, put down the twenty-euro fee in cash - I didn't want to chance their card machines again - and win my freedom. Mercifully, nobody has stolen anything from my room; this can only be a positive. I figure I'll need to look a bit professional, perhaps even a bit obviously touristy, at Jouoangquoi, my next destination, so I make a couple of changes to my outfit and wait for my flight to leave at 4pm.

This still accords me a couple of hours of free time. I spend it getting my stuff out of the Chanian hotel, driving to yet another village, getting a glass of water from a local tavern, then driving up the end of one of the back-alleys to what appears to be a roaming path. I've never been the kind of person who takes photograohs of her destinations, but this would have been a good one: nothing about for miles except a few other villages, some trees and a few farm animals. And then, in the other direction, the outskirts of Chania.

I must go, and this time I go with some time to spare. But first, I need to get my money exchanged back into dollars; I don't think the bureau de change, even at Chania departures, has any money from the Pearl Kingdom on offer. I'm meant to get $925.49 for my €857, but the attendant adds an extra cent on for her sake and mine; by some miracle, I'm told the exchange rate is still €0.926 per dollar. It's not a miracle, she insists; financial markets have just been a bit slow while you've been in Vdara. I wish I had the power to singlehandedly influence the multiversal economy just by being in one place, I joke back. Not only do I not, alas, but I have other places to be - places in much less developed situations than even Vdara.

Day 4: Summary

What I wore: a plain long-sleeved top, slim-fit jeans and brogues
What I spent: 20 euros
What I've got left over: 95 Eleanorian dollars for emergencies; 857 euros (converted to 925.50 Eleanorian dollars on hand)


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The Grand Tour of Anaia - Jouoangquoi: Too much, too rural, too soon - and too underrated?

by Lara Torridge - January 15th 2006


One of my followers, who I hope will continue to follow my column long into the future, writes to me as an anonymous international student at the University, insisting that I should not have gone to Kafés Me Diáthesi in Chania on the basis that it only had "a 3.2 rating" from internet reviewers. I do not know how or from which websites they got this figure, nor am I fussed about it. I am touring Anaia to savour the experiences I am most interested in, not the ones I believe will be the most popular. The people in Jouoangquoi, the place known to everyone else up to the Anaian cartographic offices themselves as the Pearl Kingdom (that being the Terranean-language translation), are certainly not interested in popularity.

I have no hope of getting my dollars exchanged at the airport - there are just not the facilities there. Instead, I must venture into the centre of the capital, Daugin, where I put down my haul in front of the sorry man who appears to be the only person that has anything to do with the establishment, getting sixty 50-cowry notes and eight 10-cowry coins for my money. I get a 5-cowry coin, too, but ask to swap it for five actual cowry shells, which he's able to produce after some finnicking. All in all, I have 3,085 cowries - not bad work.

Exchange rate: $925.50 = 3,085 cowries ($1 = 10/3 cowries)

It doesn't take too long - only to the café across the street, in fact - before I find someone in a very special predicament. She says she's a seventeen-year-old who needs cancer treatment but has been thrown out of her parents' house after a prolonged argument. I put down a ten-cowry coin on the desk so she can have a filter coffee - tipping implied, although I didn't quite gather how much it actually cost - and then I give her all of my shells. It is getting late, though, so I find a hostel who will take me in for another thirty cowries.

When I wake up, I ask how on earth I am supposed to get about. The receptionist offers me the use of her scooter - and even offers me her helmet, which I think looks a bit silly on me but still works perfectly fine. There's a bit of congestion; the pavements in this part of Anaia can hardly be called world-class. I was told, however, that they are far better than anything in the more rural areas, so I bear it. It is loud and noisy for the most part, but I do not mind that, either; the people can, and should, be let be, I suppose.

At once, I decide to take a few corners and follow the straight paths that result. It takes a bit more time for me to ask myself why there are so few people there. I hang up on the side of the road when it starts to turn into give way to a somewhat less steady surface, and realise that I have almost left Daugin. Still, the capital has surely been written about many more times by many more people - and I imagine it must be a point of interest in my own right. But, as I said, I am not here to do what is popular. I am here to do what is unique.

Daugin is on an island. Whoever runs the boat to the mainland clearly does not seem to care enough about revenue to try to bother me about the ticket; a lesser member of staff who I meet tells me this is a public service. For some reason or another, there is not a lot to do when I eventually get there; the road has by this point turned into unpaved mush. I struggle, but eventually manage to get ticking at a steady pace. I stop again and notice my shadow; it's a nice, sunny day and I know enough about astronomy to understand I'm headed along the southern border, rather than the hilly north.

One of the few noteworthy settlements along the route is Chieujeau, which has a few houses, a couple of shops, and a single pump. My visit to the tiny petrol station, which is in fact based out of someone's house, leaves me to pay twenty cowries for the fill-up and some local delicacies that, while not particularly enjoyable, were necessary to keep me alive and willing. They were nice houses, if not built as Eleanorians - or even the residents of some of Daugin's more upscale neighbourhoods - would understand them, although I regretted not trying to say hello to anyone.

From that point, there is nothing except a dirt - or mud - trail, the wilderness and a few signs reminding you how close you are to the border. By the time I make it there, I fancy it to be desolate, even sorry. Nobody comes out for ten minutes, and I tell her I have no intention of leaving Jouoangquoi. In my wisdom, I appear not to have noticed the turning circle behind me. I follow that, then take the first fork in the road I see, some fifteen miles ahead.

The first sign of life since my U-turn is big, heavy and extremely obvious - it's an unbranded HGV. I'm thankful it hasn't seemed to rain as much in this part as it did around Daugin last night. When I notice it turning off, I stop and ask a man outside the grocery store what it is doing here. He says that he is the manager of the store, which is the largest in Chétean, and that the lorry is delivering goods from abroad to put into the shop. I put down five cowries on a can of imported soda; I ask why they don't have any Aurora, and even tell them I'm from Saint Eleanor where it's made, but he's said that the company's never tried to get their merchandise here.

The streets are nice, clean, if a bit ramshackle. Much the same can be said of not only of Haybien, the bustling coastal city where I was eventually taken, but the road between the two cities in general. It is just a shame I did not have the time to explore Haybien - not beyond having a look around a café which I rejected as being a waste of my time and energies - for I had to jump aboard the boat back to Daugin. The operator of the ferry does ask for payment, and five cowries at that; I obliged, but the service was little better than the original ride I took to the mainland.

My final port of call, straight off the boat, is the hostel, where I drop off the scooter and the receptionist's helmet. By my good fortune, she is just about to clock out for the day herself; I tell her that I can't possibly explain in detail what I've been up to, but I've enjoyed having a look around the Pearl Kingdom. I hurry back to the airport on my own steam, in enough time to have a think about where I should go next and perhaps even what I should do there; this was a fun stopover, but a bit chaotic for my likings.

One final thing, however: while I'm at departures, busy getting my things in order, waiting for a currency change, and getting what I will happily argue was a much better snack than was offered at Chieujeau, I meet another traveller who says he's going to Vdara and ask him what on earth I should have been doing at a place called Kafés Me Diáthesi. He's been there enough times to have a good enough grip on the language, however, and tells me that the name loosely translates into "Moody Café."

What I wore: the plain long-sleeved top, slim-fit jeans and brogues from last time
What I spent: 65 cowries
What I've got left over: 95 Eleanorian dollars for emergencies; 3,020 cowries (converted to 907.50 Eleanorian dollars on hand)
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****** The Grand Republic of Saint Eleanor - area 2,863mi2, population 489,816, 1.6 cups of coffee/Eleanorian/day - it's 2000 (OOC: obvious Tinhampton puppet)
BoF76 quarterfinalists --- WC91 participants

Why? George Mitcham, General then and now, cofounded the National Liberation Front in 1971 to demand a free Saint Eleanor. He got his wish in '75 after a 15-month war: becoming President, appointing notable NLF friends and some charity's executive director as VPs and calling them legislators. He has retained power through oil money; zero income tax; free healthcare, schooling, public transport - and markets; tolerating dissent on apolitical matters; allowing private gun ownership (with plenty of training) to protect against future invasions; high-quality PR; and football.

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Scandinavian Liberal Paradise

Postby Delaclava » Tue Dec 12, 2023 7:12 pm

Day 3! It'll be time to say goodbye to half of you - and thank you for visiting us here in the Mainframe. We hope you'll return soon.

OOCly, please enjoy this clip of a legend shouting "BONE!", and feel free to watch any other related clips.

Cutoff!



Group A
Brannfjord 0–1 Milchama
Reçueçn 0–1 Delaclava (scorinated by Graintfjall)

# Group A                          Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts 
1 Milchama 3 2 1 0 6 4 +2 7* Q
Delaclava 3 2 1 0 7 5 +2 7* Q

3 Brannfjord 3 1 0 2 3 4 −1 3
4 Reçueçn 3 0 0 3 1 4 −3 0

Delaclava and Milchama tied on points, GD, and H2H (3-3, MD1). Milchama wins the group on IC coin flip:

Delaclava 0–0 Milchama (0–1 AET) (scorinated by Graintfjall)

Group B
Squornshelan Remnant States 0–2 City of Myrtle Beach
Kandorith 3–3 Cap Nord

# Group B                          Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts 
1 Kandorith 3 1 2 0 6 4 +2 5 Q
2 Cap Nord 3 1 1 1 6 6 0 4* Q

3 Squornshelan Remnant States 3 1 1 1 2 3 −1 4*
4 City of Myrtle Beach 3 1 0 2 4 5 −1 3

Cap Nord ahead of SRS on overall GD.

Group C
Stevencousin 1–3 Independent Athletes from Quebec
Beefsteak City 1–2 Archalit (scorinated by Graintfjall)

# Group C                          Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts 
1 Independent Athletes from Quebec 3 2 0 1 5 3 +2 6 Q
2 Beefsteak City 3 1 1 1 3 3 0 4* Q

3 Stevencousin 3 1 1 1 6 7 −1 4*
4 Archalit 3 1 0 2 6 7 −1 3

Beefsteak City ahead of Stevencousin on overall GD.

Group D
The Kytler Peninsulae 0–1 Naixi
Krytenia 4–2 Eura

# Group D                          Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts 
1 Naixi 3 2 1 0 4 2 +2 7 Q
2 The Kytler Peninsulae 3 1 1 1 4 3 +1 4 Q

3 Krytenia 3 1 0 2 5 6 −1 3
4 Eura 3 0 2 1 5 7 −2 2


Group E
Xanneria 4–1 Cassadaigua
Pasarga 1–0 Polar Islandstates

# Group E                          Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts 
1 Xanneria 3 3 0 0 7 2 +5 9 Q
2 Pasarga 3 2 0 1 5 2 +3 6 Q

3 Cassadaigua 3 1 0 2 2 7 −5 3
4 Polar Islandstates 3 0 0 3 0 3 −3 0


Group F
Huayramarca 2–0 Qasden
Cardenao 1–2 Sarzonia

# Group F                          Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts 
1 Huayramarca 3 3 0 0 9 3 +6 9 Q
2 Sarzonia 3 1 1 1 2 3 −1 4 Q

3 Qasden 3 0 2 1 1 3 −2 2
4 Cardenao 3 0 1 2 5 8 −3 1


Group G
Gnejs 5–2 Hapilopper
Saint Eleanor 0–0 Saterun

# Group G                          Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts 
1 Gnejs 3 2 0 1 8 6 +2 6 Q
2 Saint Eleanor 3 1 1 1 2 1 +1 4* Q

3 Saterun 3 1 1 1 5 5 0 4*
4 Hapilopper 3 1 0 2 5 8 −3 3

Saint Eleanor ahead of Saterun on overall GD.

Group H
Carpathia and Ruthenia 2–2 Audioslavia
Acastanha 1–1 Juvencus

# Group H                          Pld   W  D  L   GF  GA  GD  Pts 
1 Juvencus 3 1 2 0 2 1 +1 5 Q
2 Acastanha 3 1 1 1 5 4 +1 4* Q

3 Audioslavia 3 1 1 1 3 3 0 4*
4 Carpathia and Ruthenia 3 0 2 1 4 6 −2 2

Acastanha ahead of Audioslavia on overall GD.
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Sports Honor Roll
Football: 2x WORLD BOWL CHAMPIONS (13 & 15), 1x Runner-up (11), 4x Third Place (41-44), 1x Regional Champions
Hockey: World Cup 16 Third Place, 2x World Juniors Champion (18 & 22), 3x World Junior Runners-up (16, 17, 19), 1x Regional Silver
Basketball: 2x IBC Runners-up (31 and 36), 4x Regional Medal (1 Silver, 3 Bronze)
Lacrosse: 2x Worlds Runners-up (16 and 41) 1x Regional Silver
Soccer: Olympic Gold (V), 3rd at IAC 18 3rd at Di Bradini Cup 15, 4th at Baptism of Fire 34
Host of WC 55; CoH 44, 46, 84, and 87; BoF 72; World Bowl 11, 15, 39, and 43; IBC 7 and 31; AOCAF 31; WJHC 16 and 18; etc. Founder of Scott Cup and World Team Tennis Championship.

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Postby Delaclava » Tue Dec 12, 2023 7:58 pm

Round of 16 Schedule
All matches are now on the Mainland, draped over the Mainframe like an outer shell. Your daily experience should return to normal. We hope you enjoyed your time in the Mainframe and you are always welcome back!

This schedule should read like a single-elimination bracket - the winner of Match 1 will play the winner of Match 2, and so on.

Milchama vs. Cap Nord
Pioneer Field (73,000), Corcorran
Independent Athletes from Quebec vs. The Kytler Peninsulae
Atlantis Casino Gardens (68,000), Cleopatrana
Xanneria vs. Sarzonia
Pioneer Field (73,000), Corcorran
Gnejs vs. Acastanha
MountainEsc Stadium (40,000), Santa Lourdes

Kandorith vs. Delaclava
Virtuous Stadium (80,000), Quinniville
Naixi vs. Beefsteak City
MountainEsc Stadium (40,000), Santa Lourdes
Huayramarca vs. Pasarga
Atlantis Casino Gardens (68,000), Cleopatrana
Juvencus vs. Saint Eleanor
Virtuous Stadium (80,000), Quinniville
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Sports Honor Roll
Football: 2x WORLD BOWL CHAMPIONS (13 & 15), 1x Runner-up (11), 4x Third Place (41-44), 1x Regional Champions
Hockey: World Cup 16 Third Place, 2x World Juniors Champion (18 & 22), 3x World Junior Runners-up (16, 17, 19), 1x Regional Silver
Basketball: 2x IBC Runners-up (31 and 36), 4x Regional Medal (1 Silver, 3 Bronze)
Lacrosse: 2x Worlds Runners-up (16 and 41) 1x Regional Silver
Soccer: Olympic Gold (V), 3rd at IAC 18 3rd at Di Bradini Cup 15, 4th at Baptism of Fire 34
Host of WC 55; CoH 44, 46, 84, and 87; BoF 72; World Bowl 11, 15, 39, and 43; IBC 7 and 31; AOCAF 31; WJHC 16 and 18; etc. Founder of Scott Cup and World Team Tennis Championship.

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Postby The Kytler Peninsulae » Wed Dec 13, 2023 1:55 am

This audio RP is a snippet from the once-internationally-notorious RTX Radio, a Kytlerian right-wing talk radio network with a focus on sports. This is from the 9pm evening show of Keith Arlott, who has become the leading media voice defending the RPD moral panic that kept Kytlerians out of the international sporting scene until recently.

VOICEOVER: Holding the line every weeknight at 9, this is Kevin Arlott on RTX Radio.

KEVIN ARLOTT: Good evening everyone, and welcome to a special edition of the show tonight, because I'm going to do something I never thought I'd say, and that is to congratulate Kytlerian international sporting representatives on their successful performance. Now hold up! Hold up! Before you lay into our social platforms saying I've gone soft, I've followed the herd on RPDs, let me tell you something. Let. Me. Tell. You. Something. So, for those of you who listen into my show specifically because you hate the international sporting scene, you might not know about this bit of it, the Kytlerian soccer team - competition they're in right now. It's called the Cup of Harmony, and it's an invitational event for teams who didn't make the World Cup proper that's specifically - and I want this to sink in - specifically believed to invite teams based on RPD usage.

And this tournament offers world ranking points, so you get bonus rewards for RPD usage from just getting invites to this tournament.

This is a RACKET! I repeat - THIS IS A RACKET! Right here, right now, I can tell you that THIS is why our kids took so many RPDs when we were involved in this sporting world before, why they stopped doping and started behaving when we got out when the great (former Kytlerian Prime Minister) Thomas Anderson took power, and why they started doping and stopped behaving when (current PM Clituleng) Giisost got in.

And because this country never found an actual purpose beyond shiny sporting trinkets, as soon as Kytlerians started doing well on their return, the weak people of this country stopped caring about their kids! They STOPPED CARING ABOUT THEIR KIDS!

Well, I never stopped caring about my five kids and my wonderful wife Sophie who keeps them out of the corrupt education system - by - teaching them at home, which is probably the next thing Giisost is coming for, so that's why, on this show, I now have a regular feature where I list every Kytlerian defeat in international sport, to counteract that narrative. And technically I do get to start that here! Because the final score in the last match was The Kytler Peninsulae 0, Naixi 1, gotta say they're a fascinating country I want to understand more, they're extremely relaxed on drugs and otherwise real social conservatives, gotta hear how they squared that circle.

But because of the other match, where Krytenia beat Eura 4-2, the Kytlerians still went through as group runners-up, and advance to play the Quebecois team in the octofinals.

And you know what? This is one success I can actually get behind. Because here's the thing. This team - remember, in a competition where the invitational criteria are genuinely believed to be based on I- RPD usage - HAVE NOT been using any RPDs at all. AND THEY KEPT WINNING! WITHOUT THOSE SLANI DRUGS!

The official word from SO-KP is that there was a blockage in the supply caused by the meta-environment called the Mainframe in Delaclava which this team were playing in, and in particular the Kytlerians and the rest of the group were playing in the so-called "13th Floor" where by all accounts a whole heap of weird stuff goes down. But if the drugs worked, surely the Kytlerians - who let's not forget are ranked outside the world top 100 still, in a sport where that means something - would have been absolutely beat to a bloody pulp? Well, guess what, they weren't! They beat Krytenia, drew with Eura, and then lost to Naixi who - guess what? Apparently they also weren't on the RPDs! No idea how that one worked when drugs are the only thing they're liberal on, but sure, why not?

I've said it before, I'll say it again, and maybe this time you're gonna believe me - THE DRUGS DON'T WORK! THEY JUST MAKE YOU WORSE!

The cat's out the bag. The narrative is drowning. The teams not using RPDs are winning at the RPD festival. Nature is healing.

Don't you just love it?

And in other Kytlerian sporting defeat news, in darts Lashens Pevonsont and Johnny Stark lost their first round NSDC matches in The Sherpa Empire, both 6-5, Pevonsont to Zissis Siskoglou and Stark to a TJUN-ian whose name (Ursula Hundertwasser) I don't think I can say live on air.
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Postby Sarzonia » Wed Dec 13, 2023 11:56 am

St. David Gardens (ASP) -- After Matchday five of qualifying for World Cup 95, it was nigh on impossible to imagine the position the Sarzonian national football team found themselves in going into the final group stage match of the Cup of Harmony.

Win and in.

Sarzonia needed help to get into that position and they got it with Huayramarca defeating Qasden 2-0 at Temperate Park. It was the predicted outcome with Huayramarca boasting the 16th ranked side in the football multiverse and Qasden being ranked 45th.

But for Sarzonia to advance, they would have to pull off an upset. Perhaps not a Marshall Miracle or a Brenecia Beatdown-level shocker, but the lowest ranked team in the competition (ranked 144th, a full 30 spots lower than the next lowest ranked team in the competition) to beat the second highest ranked team in the group at No. 43 would still be notable.

And wouldn't you know it, Sarzonia pulled off the stunner, defeating Cardenao 2-1 behind Clayton Wilson and Jake Campos and earned a spot in the Round of Sixteen. Cardenao would draw first blood with a 36th minute brace off the right boot of striker Juanma Saez. The tally came as Cardenao seemed to awaken from the possession game controlled by the Sarzonians.

Speaking of awakened, however, the goal against the run of play did that to the Stars. Wilson won a ball in midfield in the 44th minute and centred the ball to forward Holly Cambrio. She made a daring run, drawing defenders Moustir-Yves Almeny and Emmanuel Odita toward her before attempting to slot the ball to Campos. She was a bit off the mark, but Campos drew a foul just outside the box.

Stars manager Brady Reynolds argued the foul occurred in the box and deserved a penalty, but the officials and video replays disagreed. Thus, Wilson strode to take the direct free kick. A well placed ball past goalkeeper EMI Parodi drew the match level at 1-1 as the second minute of stoppage time began.

In the 74th minute, it was time for Campos to shine. After receiving the second half kickoff, the Blue and Golds played with the kind of focus and intensity of a team that figured it needed to win to advance. They spent the majority of the first half hour of the second half in the Sarzonian end probing a tiring defence. However, reserve midfielder Erik Swann forced a turnover and bolted down the right sideline looking for Cambrio. He launched a long bid and found her. She held the ball, again drawing the defence before crossing to Campos.

This time, her pass was on mark and so was Campos. Sarzonia took a 2-1 lead and Reynolds made his last two substitutes, sending in defenders to give relief to the ageing Charlie King and Tommy Benignati, sending in the well-rested Carmela Bowen and Pat Meyers in their stead. It took another 19 minutes including four minutes of stoppage time, but the three referee's whistles brought an improbable result.

Sarzonia were through to the knockout rounds. The longest shot came in. Hell may not have frozen over, but there was a noticeable chill in the air. The improbable happened.

And Sarzonia's reward? A third match against World Cup qualifying group mates Xanneria. They won Group E with a 3-0-0 record, closing their group stage by emphatically slamming the door on Cassadaigua, defeating the Fillies 4-1.

"We'll address that when the time comes," Reynolds said. "For right now, we're going to celebrate."

Meanwhile, Parliament passed a resolution formally ending restrictions the Sarzonian government placed on the countries that broke off from Atlantian Oceania to form the Anaia region. Sarzonia tacitly brushed the restrictions aside when it related to Quebec and Shingoryeo, but statements from the Moderate Party leadership in the Senate favoured the symbolic effects of putting aside the hostility that led to the restrictions in the first place.

After turning off the television following Sarzonia's victory over Cardenao, President Grant Haffner picked up his pen and signed the legislation into law. Thus, the door shuttered on a couple of years of reactive legislation by the Sarzonians.
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Postby Acastanha » Thu Dec 14, 2023 8:06 am

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The Other Side of Garbuno


In just a day, a video of our President went viral on the internet. It has been shared and reposted million times. The video is less than 5 minutes but the content in the video that make it viral. Two days ago, President Miranda Garbuno with some of the ministries visit the war affected area in Baaskan, Bandar Ketam and Praia do Emerita. The group first visit Baaskan to see the refugee shelter. The people of Baaskan were very happy to saw the President and showing that they care with the people. The group then went to Bandar Ketam, the most affected area in the country. However, the President trip to Bandar Ketam was not quite pleasant. As Garbuno visit the refugee shelter, people were happy but also rather demanding. Everywhere she goes there's always someone asking her about the referendum. And at one point, she was surrounded by the reporters from local and national media. Some asked about the visit. Some asked about the rebuilding. And some asked about government commitment for the Ketampi Referendum. In a time where she looks like have enough with all the questions especially about referendum, she blurted out with a high voice that she won't answering about the referendum again and don't want to hear any question about it. "I'm here to visit my people who suffered from the war that just passed. Can't we focus on them first and put aside other issues?! Is it really that hard to focus on these suffering people? They need us, the government to help them get back on their knees. And all you reporter thinking about is the referendum?!" quote from her answer.

That part of the interview that was being posted online and goes viral in a night. And the comment section went wild. Some backing up Garbuno and said the reporters sometimes doesn't have a heart and only chase for some news to write. While the other seems surprised to see Garbuno in her angry state. Since she was swearing as President of Acastanha, Garbuno always looks calm and charming. She can control her emotion in any situation. But it seems, that situation in Bandar Ketam was beyond her patient can handle. The group even went back to the capital after the incident and cut the visit to Praia do Emerita where she was schedule to checks the refugee there and also checking the condition of Acastanha military base that was heavily damage after the war. However, despite the huge news, no statement has been released by the government.

Political expert, Andre Aramde said that the incident was really a bad promotion for the government even in this kind of situation. He understands that the President only wants to see the situation of the refugee on the field and see by herself the progress of the rebuilding after a month after the end of the war. But he thinks it is also the government fault to not give any explanation about the referendum that already been promised before the war. And the people are keep waiting without any certainty. "I think the government should address the situation clearly. If they want to focus on rebuilding and put the referendum on hold then announce it to the public. These people need the commitment from the government. Set the timeline. How long do the government needs for this rebuilding? Then place the day after that timeline for the referendum. People will stop questioning if the government is being honest with their people," said Aramde. Whatever it is, the video won't go away anytime soon.




MD 3
Acastanha 1 - 1 Juvencus

@ The Barrio, Pomena Station, Delaclava

Goal:
Oscar Kasvalone (64')

Round 16
Gnejs v Acastanha

@ MountainEsc Stadium, Santa Lourdes, Delaclava


Squad
Starter
  • Bruno Amarinda (GK)
  • Geraldo Panguang (LB)
  • Olegario Kastorino (CB)
  • Enzo Karpagh (CB)
  • Casimiro Urinjane (RB)
  • Pedro Ustankar (LM)
  • Nóe Brinanko (CM)
  • Plinio Adondare (CM)
  • David Gothrado (RM)
  • Oscar Kasvalone (ST)
  • Herberto Alindoni (AT)
Reserved
  • Vicente Targa (GK)
  • Bernando Urakan (LB)
  • Santiago Urupao (CB)
  • Andre Lisanduko (RB)
  • Almiro Tritus (LM)
  • José Marenke (CM)
  • Hector Kasvali (RM)
  • Timoteo Regendi (ST)
  • Felix Kalchankar (AT)
Role
Captain : David Gothrado
Vice Captain : Pedro Ustankar
Corner, left : Geraldo Panguang
Corner, right : Casimiro Urinjane
Freekick : Oscar Kasvalone
Penalty : Herberto Alindoni
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MD8. Northern Caesarea - Gnejs: 5-1

We’re over halfway through and it’s looking pretty clear The Dandelions are not going anywhere. We knew that coming in, of course, because all of this happened years ago. Yet another crushing defeat, and I think it was around this time that the air really started going out of the Union WC craze. It was just painfully obvious that The Dandelions were nowhere near good enough to compete internationally. The way I remember it, everyone just stopped talking about it. My father had been very enthusiastic about the whole enterprise of The Union going out into the world and showcase how we played on The Rock, and he remained cockeyedly optimistic for a long time. And then - I suspect around this game - he just clammed up and never spoke of it again. Until the next time we tried qualifying, of course, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him as happy as that time we beat Schottia. But that’s getting ahead of ourselves. Anyways: humiliating defeat once again, and judging by the video tape even the players seem to have given up.


Ok, update. The horse-faced man just came by my cubicle to inform me that I’ve done enough. RPs for 8 out of 12 MDs is deemed an acceptable rate of participation and enough to rectify the lack of documentation concerning The Prosaic Union of Gnejs and its participation (or lack thereof) in the qualifications for the 34th World Cup. I jokingly asked the man if I had raked up any good RP bonus. He was not amused, and said they did not concern themselves with such plebeian matters. Then again he also said I could’ve gotten away with writing for fewer MDs had the content of my individual contributions been more compliant with the requested format. Which sounded like a judgement of quality if you ask me, but whatever.

This means that I’m done here in Quasiquango. Finally. Although I’m not sure how or when I’ll be able to move on. The horse-faced man gave me no indication, because he had to rush off to a middle-management workshop, but told me he’d be back to sort out the necessary arrangements. So I’ll wait, and in the meantime I might as well wrap up and do a recap of the remaining MDs (it feels wrong somehow to not complete the entire qualification).

MD9. Gnejs - Kiryu-shi: 2-5

So, after that grueling 5-1 pounding came another one with 5 goals conceded. Henrik Larson did score two goals, which is something. The Dandelions did also look a little more alive in this one, which is also something.

MD10. Bettia - Gnejs: 1-1

It’s sad this one came so late in the qualifications, when people had all more or less lost interest. Because this was a truly inspiring game to watch. Bettia was undoubtedly the best team of the entire group, and The Dandelions coming away with one point away was nothing short of a miracle. Or maybe not, because that implies divine intervention changing the course of something inevitable, whereas the result was due to an amazing defensive effort and a smart utilization of a rare set-piece close to the Bettian goal. Henrik Larsson scored for The Union again. Easily the best Dandelion effort of the campaign.

MD11. Gnejs - Lovisa: 2-3

Yet another decent effort from The Dandelions, but in all honesty they never got really close to catching Lovisa in the end. In a surprising turn of events, Henrik Larsson scored none of the Union goals.

MD12. Estresse Intenso - Gnejs: 5-1

It would’ve been a great ending to the story if The Dandelions had managed to win their last game and at least get to tick the winning column once. But no. This was nothing short of a beating, and you could tell how tired the players were even before the game kicked off. Brutal finish to a brutal campaign. Final table from the hosts:

Team          P W D L F A PTS
Bettia 12 9 2 1 47 22 29
N. Caes. 12 8 2 2 27 16 26
Quak. 12 6 2 4 25 19 20
Kiryu-Shi 12 5 2 5 24 26 17
Es. Intenso 12 4 1 7 24 24 13
Lovisa 12 3 2 7 16 31 11
Gnejs 12 0 3 9 14 37 2


I feel like I should point out that the mistake of not awarding points for that second draw was never rectified, and The Dandelions officially ended the campaign on two points when they should’ve had three. Sad.


Today’s News


Sports – Cup of Harmony

Coach Clentin optimistic, but Union fans not convinced about Dandelion progression

By: Sophia Andersson, Port Kejm
Alexis Munter, Santa Lourdes, Delaclava


Behold, the extraterrestrial Dandelion Cup of Harmony adventure continues! The team now moves on towards the Round of 16, after having turned the table of Group G on its head with a win against Hapilopper. With that, a shaky start to everyone’s favorite consolation tournament has morphed into a show of force for a Dandelion team apparently done licking its wounds after a most unconvincing World Cup qualification campaign.

Hopes were high amongst fans, players, staff and PUFF officials when The Dandelions embarked on the long and winding road towards the 95th World Cup, but disappointment was the name of the game when neither direct qualification nor playoffs were ever realistically within reach. Long gone was the confidence and determination that brought The Union to the 94th World Cup, and instead we witnessed a team playing with their nerves on the outside and plagued with lacking cohesion and drive. The team never managed to get the «Stoic press» philosophy of coach Enda Clentin - that served The Dandelions so well last time around - to work according to plan, and many have speculated that the ongoing generational shift within Dandelion ranks is to blame (especially among the defenders, where many of the old and steady players have retired and given room to new blood and talent).

It was not surprising then, that hopes and expectations were a fair bit tempered going into the CoH group stage. Critics and skeptics were also vindicated in their negative outlook when The Dandelions lost their opening game against Saint Elenor in what was deemed an «uninspired» Union effort by this publication. But something changed, because The Dandelions produced strong games against both Saterun and Hapilopper and came away group winner.

One would therefore think that this transformation had contributed to a change in mood, with excitement and positivity being the main feelings surrounding the Round of 16 game against Acastanha. Coach Enda Clentin did express cautious optimism when Today’s News talked with him via video link from his home in Delte earlier today, saying:

«Yes, I think we have a very good chance to win against The Arrows. I’ve been very pleased with what I’ve seen from the team the last two games, and we also have the advantage of having played our opponents on earlier occasions, even as recently as the WCQ. And we did come away victorious in our last encounter, something which.. zzzzzzxxxxzzzxxyyyyyhôœzzzzzzxxxxzzzxxyyyyyhôœzzzzzzxxxxzzzxxyyyyyhôœ»

Technical failure and a breakdown in transmission prevented Clentin from finishing his prediction for tomorrow’s game, but it seems safe to assume he’s got a positive outlook on Dandelion prospects. The fans, however, do not seem convinced about the team emerging triumphant. Thomas Bergamott (58), who has traveled all the way to Delaclava to watch The Dandelions, remains convinced the team will crash out hard in the first knockout round, saying: «They’re shaky, they’ve been shaky the entire cycle. They’ll crack under pressure; they always do. I’ll cry all the same when they’re eliminated; I always do.» Back in Port Kejm, we met other fans who shared Bergamott’s view on the result, but instead of being upset about it rather cherished the prospect. «It’s a bit of a tradition to survive the group stage and then get eliminated by a superior team; we were robbed of that in the WCQ, so it’s nice to be back in familiar territory; but yes, it’s definitely over,» Thelma Sockervadd (47) said and got enthusiastic nods from other bystanders.

We will find out if the fans or Coach Clentin got it right tomorrow. Good luck you Dandelions

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