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Postby Liventia » Sun Oct 04, 2026 1:08 pm

Loser's bracket round 5
The Plough Islands 318/8 (50 overs)
Ko-oren 277/9 (50 overs)
The Plough Islands win by 41 runs

Sylestone 282/2 (50 overs)
Kimi-Suomi 274/7 (50 overs)
Sylestone win by 8 runs

The Plough Islands will play Sylestone in round 6 at the Folenisa Cricket Ground. The loser will finish fourth in the tournament; the winner will play the loser of Paradystopia–Aryavarna in the elimination final.
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Postby The Plough Islands » Mon Oct 05, 2026 4:00 am

"Me train running low on soul coal
They push and pull tactics are driving me loco
They shouldn't do that
They shouldn't do that

Me train running low on dream steam
They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream
And they shouldn't do that
They shouldn't do that
"


In keeping with our policy of providing diverse programming for both our viewers that represents a broad range of perspectives, as long as they adhere to the Marxist-Leninist line laid out by the Party of Socialists of the Plough Islands, this roleplay is being written on a train.
Specifically, a late morning train on the Bentham line headed East towards Leeds; as I type this we are between Long Preston and Hellifield, with the autumn rains condensing into a fine mist over the Yorkshire Dales and shading each successive layer of sheep and hills and drystone walls a paler and paler shade of grey. Andy Partridge's lyrics above are appropriate for more than one reason, though, as I do worry I have actually been driven a bit loco with the push and pull of writing, after being out of practice for so long beforehand.
Hopefully the below is enjoyable, though, and many thanks to Ko-oren and Sylestone for their help, support, and understanding. Good luck to you, Syle - hopefully Tiati and his comrades can break the chains at last - and, win or lose, thankyou all, competitors and readers alike, for putting up with me as part of the NSS cricketing community for this long. It is with regret that I inform you that the situation will continue.



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on the 5th October 2026, the Plough Islands Gazette wrote:
WORLD TROPHY: FRAYING FOXES CONFRONT SYLESTONE WITH MEMORIES ETCHED IN GRANITE
by Denis Wormwood, Sporting Correspondent, in City Centre

After Arnold Tyrie's maiden One Day International century ensured the Plough Islands would remain in the Global Cricket Federation World Trophy, rather than their old friends from the Halcyon Archipelago of Ko-oren, Shauna Weaver's Foxes now find themselves travelling back to Folenisa and from one storied opponent to another. Within Plough Islander cricketing circles, the Hawthorns feel like a familiar and intertwined foe, and on first reading it is therefore something of a surprise that our teams have only met four times in One Day Internationals.
Our first encounter with Luke Tiati's side in any format saw them prevail, at the copy-editor confounding Yurblehutz Qinan'p'r'trenz in Gruenberg at the second World Trophy, where Sylestone took advantage of the humid conditions to restrict the Foxes to just 194 all out, with a brisk century from Zachary Charlton having rendered the target long beyond reach. Tiati and Weaver were not yet captains then, but both had taken over their respective mantled by the time of the second match two years later, and on that occasion a Sylestonean century was not enough to secure victory, with Tiati's 115 in vain as his team came up 37 runs short in a result that ensured the Foxes finished second in Group A of that particularly circuitous tournament.
It is the other two, most recent, matches that have probably resulted in the Hawthorns occupying their conceptual pedestal, being as they were the finals of the fourth and fifth editions of the World Trophy. At the Park Central Oval in 2023, Weaver was absent through injury, but former captain Kevin Laing was the vanguard of the Plough Islands' chase with an unbeaten century, scoring fluently on a track where Sylestone would have felt their target of 274 was perhaps twenty or thirty runs short of par. The erstwhile captain's 106 not out, along with 66 from opener Brett Scarbeck and three wickets from Naomi Salisbury, saw stand-in captain Ilya Lebed bring the World Trophy back to the Celestial Ocean with three wickets and three overs to spare.
Sixteen months later at Montebello, the next final was an even more comfortable victory for the Plough Islands. By then Paul Donaghy had replaced Lourens Hendricks as the Foxes coach, and the former Redcliff wicketkeeper had overseen one of the more bizarre and farcical victories in World Trophy history in our semi-final against Ko-oren, which included several hours of delays while the stadium was evacuated for a bomb threat. The final, less than thirty hours later, played out as something of an anticlimax for Weaver's side as the captain cruised to a magnificent 140, with half centuries from Lebed and Tim Bleasdale boosting the Plough Islands to 377, and when Salisbury and Terry Gibbs began to dismantle the Hawthorns' top order it was obvious - despite a toiling 74 from Samuel Asaskia - that Sylestone would struggle to chase the Foxes down, and they duly came up 72 runs short as the twice champions became thrice champions. Tiati and his comrades scarcely need more motivation, but they have since also lost the World Test Challenge final match to Ko-oren in January, by an innings and three runs, the kind of margin and form that would make fans seriously consider trading a green and amber scarf for a teal and orange one out of sympathy.
It is not through choice that the Plough Islands have cast such a long shadow over our friends in Esportiva, and it has to be said that they are our friends. All four of our games against the Hawthorns have been played entirely in keeping with the spirit of cricket and of socialism, despite the elevated consequences, and the Foxes were made very welcome when they played two Tests in Betham and Avondale in the autumn of 2021. There is a maxim in Sylestonean cricket to the effect of their being an unstoppable force in tournaments, except when playing the Plough Islands in a final; with the machinations of double elimination, today sees the two sides play what could be described as a final, but with the losing team from the upper bracket final between Aryavarna and Paradystopia awaiting the winner in what is being called the "elimination final", the format bristles with finals wherever you look. Tiati will certainly be hoping that if there is truth in the fable, it applies only to the actual final that lies beyond these games.
As for Donaghy and Shauna Weaver, they will need to contend with the Hawthorns with at least one known handicap. Opening batsman Andrew Weaver, the younger brother of the captain, left the Foxes' victory in City Centre on a stretcher, having tried to chase a short ball from the impressive Ko-orenite pacer Harrison Gledhwiladen down the wicket and been dealt a blow to the side of the head for his efforts. Despite falling to the pitch unconscious, he was awake and talking when he left the field, albeit in some pain, and this author understands that Andrew is likely to miss the remainder of the tournament with concussion.
With nobody being sure at this stage how long the remainder of the tournament will be - defeat to Sylestone will extinguish the Foxes' second and final "life" in this stage of the competition and see them finish fourth - there has been no immediate replacement called up for the right-hander, although Donaghy has indicated he will probably do so should the Plough Islands advance. It is a bitter blow for a team that has started to suffer from the increasingly punishing schedule in Liventia, with the Weaver siblings and Charlotte McCulloch having played in all ten matches so far and a number of players having completed eight or nine within the last two weeks, and Plough Islander teamsheets have started to appear a little makeshift in the top and middle of the order as Donaghy attempts to manage fatigue.
To deploy a cliché, though, even wounded Foxes are still capable of hunting. The return of Salisbury to the team against Ko-oren gave the Plough Islander attack added bite from one of the best left-arm spinners in the multiverse, but Lauren Geddes stepped up well against the Dragonflies with her mystery spin, taking three wickets from three different types of deliveries and scoring a long range direct hit to run out the impressive young right hander Idhuhdhane Buhvithen. With the bat, Weaver also has the innings building of Lebed, McCulloch, and Matthew Davy to call upon as well as the slog-sweeps of Tyrie, the preternatural fearlessness of Simon Chambers, and the late innings finishing of Dimitry Andreyev, to say nothing of her own not insubstantial ability, and the courage granted as always by the unity and spirit of socialism instilled in her team as Plough Islanders.
There are only finals left to play now, and the whole world will know from past experience that the Foxes are at their best under the brightest lights of all. And, tired though they may be, if the Rushmori quest of the Plough Islands ends against Sylestone this evening, it will not be without Weaver and her comrades struggling valiantly all the way to the last.



ImagePLOUGH ISLANDS CRICKET ASSOCIATIONImage
XI FOR WORLD TROPHY VS. SYLESTONE

PLAYER BAT BOW
#4 WC Barrett RHB
#7 MG Davy RHB RLB
#1 SLC Weaver (c) RHB RLB
#6 SNL Chambers LHB
#14 ADM Tyrie RHB RLB
#10 P Hodgeson LHB SLW
#11 IT Lebed (w) LHB
#2 DV Andreyev RHB RFM
#8 LNC Geddes RHB ROB
#13 NA Salisbury LHB SLA
#9 TSF Gibbs RHB RLB
National team factbook
Test: ranked 1st, Global Cricket Federation champions X (2019), XIV (2024)
One Day International: ranked 1st, World Trophy champions III (2022), IV (2023), V (2025)
Commonwealth of the Plough Islands ☭ Population: 139,550 ☭ Golden age, revealed today
See also: overview factbook

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Postby Paradystopia » Mon Oct 05, 2026 6:11 am

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A few hours after the Quarter-final victory

"Come on, you bloody Carpets! What're you playin' at!?"

"Isn't it actually 'Karhut' they call themselves?"

"Could've sworn it was 'Carpets' ... Anyway, whatever they friggin' call their team, they need to stop pissin' about an' get some pissin' wickets!"

With eyes locked upon the glowing screen, Oggy, Bazza, and Spence were congregated in the modest hotel room of the Paradystopi captain. They were all several beers into a celebratory crate they had all pitched in for of what they considered the second most drinkable of the various Liventian ales they had happened upon during the non-cricketing escapades of their travels. The beer of choice had been an esoteric local brew whose distribution to Folenisa was sadly lacking but their eventual choice was, as they all agreed, very sufficient. Upon the television was a live broadcast of the quarter-final between the Plough Islands and Kimi-Suomi, and the trio watched with eager anticipation as to who their semi-final opponents would be. That is, were it not for the unfolding of an imperious Plough Island run chase that harshly dented any thoughts the Paradystopi might have had about avoiding the number one ranked team, and reigning champions of the previous three iterations of the tournament. They had initially hoped to have watched the game in the comfort of the hotel bar but had been informed that naturally it would be the Liventia-Milchama match-up on the bigger screens downstairs and no protestations, regardless of how impassioned or vociferous, would alter that.

"They just need to get that bloody Sheila Weaver out. Then they might have a chance."

"I thought it was 'Shauna'? Anyway, they're chasin' friggin' 202, Ogg. It's a walk in the park, 'specially for them. Might as well be a bloody T20."

Oggy sighed, and finished his current bottle. Memories of their ill-fated test series loss on the islands throbbed uncomfortably at the back of his mind. In truth, it could've also been a trauma response to the after effects of the cabbage brandy they had distilled in a hotel bathroom there or possibly just due to a long-since emptied bottle he hadn't realised he'd been leaning on for the last thirty minutes. Whatever the cause, to Oggy it was very probably the fault of the Plough Islands; no matter how tenuous the reasoning.

"Looks like we gotta find a way to beat these fuckin' Plough Islanders then, lads."


The Toss


"Alright, Sheil... Shauna, I mean. Soz."

Shauna Weaver was in no mood to make pleasantries with the Paradystopi captain, and simply gave a subtly passive-aggressive smile as she shook the meaty paw of the hulking Ogden Locke. The almost abrupt lack of Naomi Salisbury courtesy of a curiously-timed fitness test was playing on her mind but formalities are formalities, and having inspected the coin, it was handed to Oggy to flip. The coin was launched high into the air and as it spiralled and spun the importance of calling it right was not lost on her. The wicket had looked a beautiful surface to bat on but at this stage in the tournament, an inning's worth of play on it and it would more than likely start favouring the bowlers thus complicating a run chase. She briefly wondered how much Ogden had taken in from the earlier pitch inspection, given he had seemed to have spent most of it relaying a crude anecdote about incidents from a friend's stag do to one of the younger members of the ground-staff. The want, or maybe even need, to get out to bat first made her instinctively want to call 'heads' ...

"Tails"

The coin hit the floor to land 'heads' up, and Shauna suppressed a momentary pang of annoyance at her odd expression of self-doubt. She and the head umpire looked to Oggy for the decision on the order of the innings and potentially, the fate of the match.

"We'll bow... Actually, no, scratch that. N'ah, I can't be bothered fieldin' just yet so yeah, we'll bat first."

Shauna felt a wave of disgust at Paradystopia taking what could prove to be a key advantage on account of the captain's unwillingness towards fielding at present. She did feel that it was quite remarkable that a team led by such an ignorant oaf had made it into the semi-finals, taking the scalps of some acclaimed nations in the process. This was the nature of international sport though, sometimes luck was just on your side.

Ending the pleasantries with another hand-shake with Ogden, she headed back to her squad to inform them that they would be starting in the field. She really wanted nothing more than to wipe the self-satisfied smirk off of Ogden's face, but she knew it was now likely going to be an uphill battle to do so.


The Paradystopia dressing room, at the change of innings break


"And that, boys and girls, is ... oh, and you too, Quinn, soz ... is how you play an innings against the reigning champions. Game, set, and match."

Even though it was very fair to say that Oggy's batting stint had given the team a very decent springboard from which to propel themselves into the Preliminary final, the tennis reference served only to bemuse and bewilder his team. Their opponents were obviously now on the back foot, but to write off a unit as decorated as the Plough Islands in one-day cricket so flippantly was egotistic even for Oggy; a man who would scarcely be surprised were he to discover sunlight naturally emanating from betwixt his buttocks. Thankfully, the captain picked up on the tentative atmosphere in the room, and saw it as the perfect opportunity to provide a rousing speech to rally the troops, bolster resolves, and basically set himself as the glorious, heroic leader rather than your standard, common-or-garden variety hero.

"I can't drag all you fuckers along with me if we're gonna win this thing."

Oggy paused for what he saw in his head as a dramatic pause. In truth, it was a mere uncomfortably awkward silence broken only by a quiet yet indignant snort from Bobby at this dismissal of the 98 he'd just scored at bat. Genevieve buried her head in her hands as she wondered how her prior expectation of Oggy's hubris had fallen short of the mark.

"So, we need to get out there and bowl, and field to the same level, and intensity as that battin' performance I just put in. An' if we do that, we got this game! These islanders won't know what hit 'em. I went out there, I took on the might of their bowlin' attack, and I have upset their apple-cart! Now you lot need to get out there and make it count, before they pick up all their apples."

It was taking every muscle in Genevieve's body not to succumb to death from a severe overdose of cringe. Ogden attempting to be poetic was much the same as watching a chimpanzee attempting to operate a nuclear reactor, and a blindfolded chimp in boxing gloves at that. His apple-cart metaphor had probably sounded a lot better in his head when he undoubtedly composed it in some late-night drunken stupor.

"So follow my lead, and we'll be the ones holding all the apples!"

"What the fuck, Ogg ...?"

Gen had resisted as best she could, but there was only so much she could take.

"Yes Ogden, One hundred and twenty three, well done, help yourself to a fucking gold star, but it wasn't your runs that got us here. It was the team's. Every fucking one of us has put in a shift to have us now on the precipice of hitting the final match of the winner's bracket. Every. Single. One. Sure, people have bad days, people have good days, but there isn't one weak link in this squad I'd swap out given the chance. Where were your runs against Ko-oren in the groups? Being gathered up by Bazza and Darshan. Against Indusse? Bobby. None of this makes mention of the bowlers either. Spencer, Harvey, Prospero, Preener, Varsha, all racking up the fucking wickets. How many great catches has Tarka made behind the sticks? None of us are here as your bloody vanity project, Ogg, or as some lowly pedestal to hold you majestically aloft. Stuff your fucking apples and apple-carts, and stuff their high-ranking numbers on paper. We're here because we all fucking deserve it. And you know what? We all fucking deserve to be in that fucking final and I'm damned if I'm gonna let the fucking Plough Islands stop us."

Genevieve's impassioned words lit the required fire in the bellies of the squad as Ogden himself stood shell-shocked. In spite of his 6 foot 7 frame towering over her measly 5 and 3 inches, you would've sworn she was the taller at that moment.


In the stands, moments after Paradystopia's victory


"Don't you get it?! Is it not obvious? The Plough, the constellation; Ursa Major! What if..."

"Klaus, I swear, if you're about to conflate a country's use of a star formation on their crest with the existence of mysterious alien entities who are choosing to interfere in a cricket tournament, then I'm going to be forced to have to hit you very aggressively, and repeatedly until you desist."

" ... "

" ... well?"

"Well, ... erm ... it's just a pretty constellation, isn't it?"
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Postby Liventia » Mon Oct 05, 2026 1:00 pm

Preliminary final
Paradystopia 271/8 (50 overs)
Aryavarna 352/9 (50 overs)
Aryavarna won by 81 runs

Lower bracket round 6
The Plough Islands 237/6 (50 overs)
Sylestone 241/5 (48.5 overs)
Sylestone won by 5* wickets

The Plough Islands finish fourth.
Elimination final (aka third-place game) is between Paradystopia and Sylestone at the Park Central Oval.
Aryavarna will play in the Grand Final.
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Postby Aryavarna » Mon Oct 05, 2026 4:29 pm

Aryavarna Batting
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
H Patil c de Bolo b Burton-Hawley 52 43 7 2 120.93
R Deshmukh b Crackanurchin 26 26 5 100
S Mirza lbw b Locke 76 68 8 111.76
Naranjan Singh c Burton-Hawley b Crackanurchin 55 46 5 2 119.57
V Joshi c Burton-Hawley b Crackanurchin 29 28 2 1 103.57
R Menon not out 65 53 4 2 122.64
Aarav Singh c Merriweather b Chalakibharyu 1 3 33.33
S Sumal c Koysankalanahi b Merriweather 15 14 1 107.14
P Borkar c Buckley-Greaves b Merriweather 23 13 3 176.92
I Ansari run out (de Bolo) 5 6 83.33
EXTRAS (5 wd) 5
TOTAL for 9 wickets 352 (50 ov; 7.04 RPO)
Did not bat: K Basra

FOW: 65-1 (R Deshmukh, 8.6 overs); 83-2 (H Patil, 13.1 overs); 204-3 (Naranjan Singh, 28.3 overs);
221-4 (S Mirza, 33.3 overs); 264-5 (V Joshi, 37.2 overs); 271-6 (Aarav Singh, 38.3 overs);
304-7 (S Sumal, 42.6 overs); 339-8 (P Borkar, 46.6 overs); 352-9 (I Ansari, 49.6 overs)

Paradystopia Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
S Merriweather 10 84 2 8.4 (2 wd)
H Oddfish 6 43 7.17
P Crackanurchin 10 61 3 6.1
G Burton-Hawley 8 48 1 6
V Chalakibharyu 8 61 1 7.63 (1 wd)
D Koysankalanahi 3 22 7.33 (1 wd)
O Locke 5 33 1 6.6 (1 wd)

Paradystopia Batting (Target: 353)
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
P Fitzbarrington lbw b Ansari 19 30 4 63.33
F de Bolo c Joshi c Basra 11 23 3 47.83
O Locke c Sumal b Menon 9 10 2 90
B Jangletrousers c Joshi b Menon 61 65 10 93.85
D Koysankalanahi lbw b Ansari 111 113 11 3 98.23
T Buckley-Greaves c Patil b Sumal 26 39 2 1 66.67
G Burton-Hawley c Patil b Aarav Singh 9 5 1 180
V Chalakibharyu c Mirza b Aarav Singh 0 3
S Merriweather not out 2 8 25
H Oddfish not out 10 2 1 1 500
EXTRAS (1 lb, 12 wd) 13
TOTAL for 8 wickets 271 (49.4 ov; 5.46 RPO)
Did not bat: P Crackanurchin

FOW: 31-1 (F de Bolo, 7.4 overs); 36-2 (P Fitzbarrington, 9.6 overs); 40-3 (O Locke, 10.3 overs);
137-4 (B Jangletrousers, 28.5 overs); 201-5 (T Buckley-Greaves, 41.1 overs); 214-6 (G Burton-Hawley, 42.5 overs);
227-7 (V Chalakibharyu, 44.3 overs); 261-8 (D Koysankalanahi, 49.3 overs)

Aryavarna Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
I Ansari 10 69 2 6.9 (7 wd)
K Basra 9 2 33 1 3.67 (1 wd)
R Menon 6 1 21 2 3.5 (2 wd)
S Sumal 5 42 1 8.4 (2 wd)
P Borkar 10 2 52 5.2
Aarav Singh 10 53 2 5.3

Venue: Park Central Oval, Orean
Match number: 119
Toss: Paradystopia, elected to field first
Tournament: GCF World Trophy 6
Player of the Match: Raghav Menon

Match Result: Aryavarna won by 81 runs

Scorecard created using The Grearish Union Cricket Scorecard Maker v2.01, except tweaked slightly because annoyingly the default doesn't understand the concept of a wicket falling on the final ball of an innings

Aryavarna brilliance nearly overshadowed by the Erroropolisish Koysankalanahi?!?! Pah, easy for you to say!!

Aryavarna belted their way into the Grand Final of the GCF ODI Trophy to set up a chance of first ever international silverware for the boys in saffron. Their 81-run win over Paradystopia was only sullied by a fluent rearguard century of sumptuous quality and dashing bravery by Darshan Koysankalanahi, and an unpleasant spat over an attempt by Sukhveer Sumal to Mankad1 Koysankalanahi on 99. "We were so busy asking if Mankad, we forgot to ask if man should," said captain Harshid Patil afterwards. "We withdrew the appeal and we apologise to [Koysankalanahi] and the Paradystopian team." Then he started vomiting acid and turning into a fly because he'd got his Jeff Goldblum references mixed up, forcing him to deliver a second apology to the Paradystopians.

The unsightly end to proceedings was an unfortunate distraction from what was a comprehensive performance by Aryavarna through the first 98 overs of the game. In their first visit to the Liventian "Home of Cricket" at Park Central this tournament, an unchanged Aryavarnan XI were put into bat, and Patil and Rohan Deshmukh set off at a canter, rampaging 65 from the opening 9 overs, forcing Ogden Locke to turn to star spinner Preener Crackanurchin inside the powerplay. The dextrous pteron struck soon enough, inducing a drag-on from Deshmukh. Patil top edged to short third man after ringing up his fifty (bizarrely, the catcher, Fnodd de Bolo, nearly dropped the catch by attempting to throw down the stumps in the same motion) but Saad Mirza and Naranjan Singh were determined to keep up the pace.

They added 121 runs, and after bringing up the Aryavarna 200 inside 30 overs, a seriously big total began to look possible. In the field, Paradystopia had few answers: while Crackanurchin's fizzing mystery balls proved tricky, there was a virtual prolapse in terms of leakage at the other end. After cycling through six bowling options Locke brought himself on, his rather janky off-spin bringing immediate results with a wicket, trapping Mirza in front. It was difficult to say who was more surprised. Naranjan Singh threw his wicket away with an arrogant slog, and wickets did begun to fall. Raghav Menon, however, continued the imperious form he's found this tournament with a thunderous unbeaten 65 off 53 to carry the innings past 350 for the first time in Aryavarnan ODI history.

Late wickets for Spencer Merriweather failed to put a gloss on his figures, and he was also giving Menon a life when he caught him at the boundary edge off Burton-Hawley, only to tumble over the boundary rope and into the pavilion still holding the ball. Merriweather post pavilion was thus, sadly, record on the scorecard as a six, bringing up an animal collective sigh from the assembled spectators. Even Crackanurchin's fine bowling went at more than a run a ball (whether he took his anger at the performance out an unfortunate street child unknown at time of press) and the total of 353 looked formidable. But the pitch remained flat and Paradystopia clearly had faith in their ability to chase: a good showing with the ball would be needed.

And a good showing it was. Paradystopia's unusually subdued opening partnership could only manage 30 runs in the first 7 overs (less from defensive caution and more from wildly slogging and completely missing the ball, but still) as Imran Ansari and Kunal Basra kept to their usual tight lines. Though Vikram Joshi grassed an early low chance, he plucked the second one that came his way to account for de Bolo, and Ansari got Fitzbarrington with a trademark in-ducker. Locke swiped horribly across the line and at 40-3, the chase already looked pretty cooked. But Jangletrousers and Koysankalanahi rebuilt, marrying Jangletrousers's elegance with Koysankalanahi's inventiveness. They added 97 together before Jangletrousers edged behind; unfortunately, the modest scoring rate left the chasers needing over 200 off the final 20 overs.

Koysankalanahi kept going. His scoring rate wasn't anything electric but his strokeplay was worth the price of admission, infuriating Ansari by scooping him over Joshi's head and bravely taking on Sumal, who peppered him with bouncers, with hooks and uppercuts. He had more trouble finding the boundary against the spinners, however. Prithviraj Borkar bowled beautifully: as has been the pattern this tournament, he went wicketless, and Aarav Singh, who served up some half-decent overs and also a fair amount of idle dross, got lucky with wickets. Patil held two good catches, running back at mid-off to catch Buckley-Greaves over his head and holding on to a stinging slap from Burton-Hawley at short cover. The rate went into the realms of mathematical impossibility and the only remaining question was whether Koysankalanahi could reach a richly deserved century.

Sumal, smarting from being taken for 14 off his last over, including a hook for six by Koysankalanahi, then took matters into his own hands, and decided to Mankad him as he drifted out of his crease at the non-striker's end. Koysankalanahi, on 99 at the time, initially appeared to take the appeal in good grace but an embarrassed silence settled over the Swami Army fans as they reckoned with their player's thoughtless headrush. After a quick conference between senior players Patil, Deshmukh, and Joshi, the appeal was withdrawn, and there were handshakes all round. (The Paradystopian offer to settle the matter afterwards over drinks was politely declined by the mostly teetotal Aryavarnans.) Sumal hustled through the remainder of his over, Merriweather flipped a single and got Koysankalanahi on strike, from where he brought up his hundred, and the Swami Army stood to applaud.

The match tailed off, the winning margin 81 runs, and enough good will was restored by the end for the teams to shake hands, knowing they could meet again in two days' time when the Grand Final takes place. Paradystopia, chastened by the defeat, will now take on Sylestone, and should they win, return to settle unfinished business with Aryavarna. Should Aryavarnan lose that match, the teams would then play again. We think. We're not sure. We only know double elimination from University Challenge and Only Connect.



1 Named, completely coincidentally, after Aryavarnan pioneer of the dark art, Tejeshwar Mankad.

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Postby Sylestone » Tue Oct 06, 2026 6:03 am

The Plough Islands Batting
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
WC Barrett c&b Hackett 5 24 0 0 20.83
MG Davy c Gallagher b Hall 27 57 3 0 47.37
SLC Weaver (c) c Scron b Sonnel 66 79 6 0 83.54
SNL Chambers b Hall 13 12 2 0 108.33
ADM Tyrie b Asaskia 56 61 5 1 91.8
P Hodgeson not out 43 42 4 1 102.38
IT Lebed (+) c Tiati (+) b Scron 15 20 1 0 75
DV Andreyev not out 5 5 0 0 100
EXTRAS (1 lb, 6 wd) 7
TOTAL for 6 wickets 237 (50 ov; 4.74 RPO)
Did not bat: LNC Geddes, NA Salisbury, TSF Gibbs

FOW: 1-12 (WC Barrett, 7.2 overs); 2-56 (MG Davy, 18.4 overs); 3-75 (SNL Chambers, 22.1 overs);
4-148 (SLC Weaver (c), 36.1 overs); 5-196 (ADM Tyrie, 42.5 overs); 6-229 (IT Lebed (+), 48.3 overs)

Sylestone Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
S Scron 10 3 35 1 3.5
A Hackett 9 1 42 1 4.67
S Asaskia 7 1 35 1 5 (2 wd)
B Hall 10 1 43 2 4.3
K Sonnel 10 0 60 1 6 (2 wd)
S Cross 4 0 21 0 5.25 (2 wd)

Sylestone Batting (Target: 238)
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
L Tiati (c) (+) c Lebed (+) b Salisbury 1 2 0 0 50
B Golman not out 107 139 10 0 76.98
S Cross c Weaver b Andreyev 12 16 2 0 75
B Eastwood st Lebed (+) b Gibbs 26 48 2 0 54.17
L Cocrine c Andreyev b Gibbs 27 18 2 2 150
S Asaskia b Gibbs 2 4 0 0 50
T Gallagher not out 55 66 5 1 83.33
EXTRAS (5 b, 3 lb, 3 wd) 11
TOTAL for 5 wickets 241 (48.5 ov; 4.94 RPO)
Did not bat: B Hall, A Hackett, S Scron, K Sonnel

FOW: 1-2 (L Tiati (c) (+), 0.6 overs); 2-17 (S Cross, 5.3 overs); 3-70 (B Eastwood, 18.5 overs);
4-106 (L Cocrine, 24.1 overs); 5-108 (S Asaskia, 24.5 overs)

The Plough Islands Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
NA Salisbury 10 1 42 1 4.2
DV Andreyev 9.5 2 54 1 5.49 (2 wd)
LNC Geddes 10 1 45 0 4.5
TSF Gibbs 10 2 34 3 3.4
P Hodgeson 6 0 32 0 5.33
ADM Tyrie 3 0 26 0 8.67 (1 wd)

Venue: Folenisa Cricket Ground, Folenisa, Liventia
Match number: Match 116
Toss: The Plough Islands won the toss and elected to bat
Season: GCF ODI World Trophy VI
Matchdays: Lower Bracket Round Six
Player of the Match: Brian Golman (SYL)
Series result:
Debut:
Umpires: Unknown
TV Umpire: Unknown
Reserve Umpire: Unknown
Match Referee: Unknown
Match Result: Sylestone win by 5 wickets with 7 balls remaining



Elimination Final XI vs Paradystopia @ Park Central Oval, Orean, Liventia
1. Luke Tiati (c) (+)
2. Brian Golman
3. Samuel Cross
4. Brianna Eastwood
5. Lachlan Cocrine
6. Samuel Asaskia
7. Tristan Gallagher
8. Broughton Hall
9. Angus Hackett
10. Samuel Scron
11. Kate Sonnel
Football: WC94 Qualifiers, CE35&36 semifinalists
Cricket: GCF WT20 XVI champions, ODI WT II semifinalists, GCF WT20 XV semifinalists, EspoT20 I&II champions
BoF 74, CoH 78, CoH 81, GCF WT20 XV, HWC 24, EspoT20 I&III

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Postby Paradystopia » Tue Oct 06, 2026 6:29 am

"353 required? Is that even possible?"

It was unusual for the Paradystopi dressing room to be an oasis of quietude but after the Aryavarnans had so thoroughly beaten the stuffing out of them in the first innings, the atmosphere echoed what little hope remained of capping off a fairy-tale run to the final. Even the loquacious Oggy couldn't muster any words of encouragement, regardless of their actual impropriety. The squad sat in reverent silence as each mulled upon what had gone wrong to allow Aryavarna such a commanding, and seemingly unassailable lead but there were few definitive moments. They had simply been outplayed by a better team and their chances of victory now felt negligible.

"I mean, we're not out of it yet ..."

Whilst Fnodd's statement was technically true; a loss would see Paradystopia drop into the loser's bracket with a second opportunity to make the main event, it was difficult for any of the player to extract the positives from this. If they managed to defeat Sylestone, they would be back here again against a ruthless Aryavarna and possibly or probably, end up in the exact same position as now of pondering how to score over three hundred and fifty runs. There was also the fact that, even if they beat Sylestone, and then beat Aryavarna, due to the double elimination format, they would then have to beat Aryavarna again to win it. When minds were searching for something promising, this prospective future was rather bleak. Genevieve steeled herself and attempt to quash at least some of the defeatist thinking.

"Right, guys. We haven't lost this yet, it's just ..."

"... impossible?"

"No Baz. It's improbable. It's a mammoth target, sure, but we've no chance whatsoever if we're all, well, self-pitying ourselves and each other. Regardless, we've got to go out there and give it the best stab we've got. There's a place in the final at stake for fuck's sake and you know what, even if we lose this one, and then the next, we came third. Third best fifty over squad out there. And then, we've still got a chance, no matter how small, of getting second, or even winning the damn thing."

No-one was truly convinced by the words, though the aura of pessimism in the room waned every so slightly. Then Oggy stood up, and Genevieve felt her heart sink slightly again at the thought of further narcissistic ramblings about apples.

"Listen up you lot. Just one thing. We win this thing, and all drinks are on me all night."

Suddenly, hope didn't feel so distant any more.

Catching Oggy's eye, Gen mouthed an affectionate 'you wanker'. The captain simply winked back happy in the knowledge that sometimes, just sometimes, he knew exactly what to say.
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Postby Liventia » Tue Oct 06, 2026 9:27 am

Given both teams have roleplayed, I'm getting this out of the way early.

Elimination final
Paradystopia 283/4 (50 overs)
Sylestone 279/6 (50 overs)
Paradystopia win by 6* wickets or 4 runs

Sylestone finish third.
Grand Final: Aryavarna v Paradystopia (NCE Oval)
If Aryavarna win, they win the title. If Paradystopia win, it will be Aryavarna's first loss and therefore force a Reset Final on Thursday, also at NCE Oval.
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Postby The Plough Islands » Tue Oct 06, 2026 10:30 am

Posting this mostly to round things off - all good things come to an end, as Nelly Furtado and an uncredited and barely audible Chris Martin have told us, and in truth I am not really too unhappy about it. I genuinely think I have had more fun - despite the stress - and written better roleplays for this tournament than the three competitions that the Plough Islands actually won, and I hope I have added to the competition in doing so, and not brought down the mood or the tone of the place much along the way.

Good luck to Sylestone for their second final hadn't noticed the cutoff till I was proofreading ;_; hard luck Syle, and thankyou for having me - see you all in the next GCF Test season!



The fourth delivery of the forty-eighth over was drifting down the leg side, and had those numbers been a little less urgent, Tristan Gallagher might have been tempted to flat-bat it back down the pitch with soft hands and wait for something a little better to come along. As it was, though, he chose to half-pull it back over midwicket, and found enough of a gap between the green shirts in the outfield that he started running almost as soon as he made contact, shouting wordlessly at his centurion partner Brian Golman that he felt that two might be on here.
Gallagher's instincts were correct; the Sylestone finisher put in a dive to reach the crease but it was scarcely needed, with the ball bouncing over his head to Plough Islands wicketkeeper Ilya Lebed just after he had brought himself to a stop on the parched surface. After a game where momentum had been fought with momentum throughout the Sylestone innings, the three time reigning World Trophy champions had tried every bowling option imaginable to try and contain Gallagher and Golman, and after one hundred and twenty nine runs across nearly half the innings, Shauna Weaver and her team had failed. With seven balls to go, the scores were level, and though the Folenisa Cricket Ground had seen enough of the Foxes over the last two weeks for the Plough Islanders to have been adopted by some of the locals as a second team, the overwhelming majority in the stadium were now for Sylestone, and they sensed that the nearly men and women of the World Trophy might be about to take a small step towards fulfilling their destiny.
Dimitry Andreyev, his hands on the back of his head, could sense it too. He had, he felt, bowled as well as he could in the situation; he had managed to keep things as tight as he could on a pitch that wore the scars of what bowlers, mostly himself, had been doing to it all tournament, he had managed to pin Golman down at the Walton Road End for a pair of maiden overs, and he had extracted a fine edge from Samuel Cross to take some of the bounce from the Hawthorns during the fielding restrictions. And, as so often in cricket, it was all futile.
He reached up to catch the ball as Weaver tossed it underarm, and glanced up in surprise as he realised that, not only was Weaver coming over to offer advice in a futile situation, she was fighting a grin from ear to ear as she did so.
"Shauna?"
His captain merely laughed. "The game is up, Dimitry," she sighed, yet still unable to stop the corners of her mouth from twitching upwards, "four years, three titles, and the law of averages dictates it had to come to an end at some point."
"Yeah, just sorry I could not keep it straighter."
"No need, Dimitry, genuinely. You have been great, everyone has.". Weaver patted her bowler on the shoulder. "I am just happy it was Sylestone, rather than...well.". She seethed briefly at the memory of the boorish Ogden Locke. "None of us could have done any better on this pitch, really. Brian and Trev -- Tristan, sorry, Gallagher were just too good."
Andreyev ran his hand through his hair. "He really is getting everything with the middle of the bat, is the opener."
"Brian? Him and the whole of the team. Sometimes something bigger than you just happens. It is the cliché, honestly." Weaver laughed again. "All of them. Do not be sad that it ended, be happy that you got to live it. Pride in getting up again after a fall. Nothing becomes glory so much as leaving it, and come up with your own to fill in the gaps. The problem with winning three times in a row is that you become a myth and start making your own clichés.".
The volume of the crowd abruptly increased as the television cameras found on the Sylestonean balcony, as the Hawthorns and neutrals caught sight of Daniel Fomleya and Luke Tiati getting ready to make their way down, and Andreyev stared at the image and the scoreboard for a few seconds. "So, um, nothing short or high for the last ball?"
Weaver shrugged as she turned to walk away. "I mean, up to you, but if anyone deserves a moment..." She made a gesture towards the crease, and as Andreyev turned to look, he thought he heard a word being swallowed, and noticed his captain pause mid-stride for the briefest moment before continuing back to the slips. As he took his mark, he could see Arnold Tyrie reaching out an arm to offer sympathy, and the quick bowler found himself exhaling long and hard as he contemplated just what he was about to bring to an end.

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Andreyev did not go short or high for the last ball. One could debate, entirely academically, whether it was a short yorker or a low full toss, but the ball hung in the air a little too long, and Gallagher shuffled over to flick it away backwards of square, where Simon Chambers tore down the outfield in pursuit as though he had the slighest realistic chance of saving the boundary.
The teenager slid into the rope just as the screens began to flash, just as the Plough Islands' defence of their third successive title came to an end, and just as a couple of tears began to fall.
For Shauna Weaver, time stood still for a split second at full volume, the baying of twenty five thousand people enveloping her as her unconscious mind replayed every moment since 2022 in fast forward. Audrey Leggett blasting an unbeaten century at the Greencaster Oval, and Sarah Ashe toe-poking down the pitch for the winning runs. Kevin Laing telling her she would be his successor as captain in a side room at December Park. Thrashing Krytenia in her first One Day International as captain, and then working herself too hard and forcing a knee injury that kept her out of the final. Watching that final with her foot up on a bottle crate as Laing hit an unbeaten century at the Park Central Oval, and Dimitry Andreyev toe-poking down the pitch for the winning runs. Accepting and moulding to the expectations of the captaincy in Vielfaltig, and having to shout across a room full of police at the Quanta Stadium to find out if they would be allowed back on the field before midnight. Herself, at last, scoring a - wait for it - beaten century at the Quanta Stadium, and watching Samuel Scron toe poke down the pitch to confirm the winning margin as 71 runs.
And then, now.
Weaver blinked back her emotions and drew her sleeve back across her face, grinned, and walked over to Gallagher with arms outstretched, the Sylestone batsman still punching the air from his moment of triumph. After all, nothing became glory so much as leaving it. The Foxes had enjoyed many, many days at the World Trophy, and if Shauna had anything to say about it, they would yet enjoy more.
But this one, most of all, belonged to the Hawthorns.
National team factbook
Test: ranked 1st, Global Cricket Federation champions X (2019), XIV (2024)
One Day International: ranked 1st, World Trophy champions III (2022), IV (2023), V (2025)
Commonwealth of the Plough Islands ☭ Population: 139,550 ☭ Golden age, revealed today
See also: overview factbook

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Postby Paradystopia » Wed Oct 07, 2026 3:50 am

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The final over of Sylestone's innings. Sylestone 271-3 (49 overs)


Hitting thirteen from an over is hardly an impossible task, but with the pressure of it being in the last six balls of a match and with a place in the grand final at stake, that pressure increases exponentially. It is a similar state of affairs for the fielding team. Limiting the batters to under two runs a ball should be fairly routine but all it would take is two boundaries to make the momentum swing dramatically. This was the quandary that Brianna Eastwood, Lachlan Cocrine, and Spencer Merriweather found themselves in; a contest over whom out of the Paradystopi and the Sylestonians possessed the steeliest of nerves.
Advantage was clearly in Paradystopia's court. Varsha Chalakibharyu had bowled out Samuel Cross on the final ball of the preceding over with an artfully placed doosra against a batter trying to go big and give his team the smallest final over target but instead clipping the ball with an inside edge onto his own stumps. It was an ignominious departure, but time was against the Sylestonians; they had to try something.

Spencer waited impatiently as his fielders took their places by the boundary rope. As long as he didn't concede a six, and providing the fielding unit prevented any fours, they were surely bound for a rematch against Aryavarna. He kept his first delivery low, aiming at Eastwood's toes. Brianna tried to get the angle to evade deep backwards square leg but the shot wasn't quite fine enough, and Darshan Koysankalanahi fielded the ball quickly enough to restrict her from attempting to get back to the strikers end.

272-3. Twelve needed from five.

Lachlan Cocrine understood well his assignment when he had come to replace Samuel Cross. Score big, and fast. Hedging his bets on a similar delivery from the Paradystopi pacer, his back knee was planted as the ball left Spencer's hand. With effortless precision, he got his bat beneath the ball following its bounce, and lofted it deep over square leg beyond the ailing arms of Darshan, and beyond the rope. Spencer released an anguished grunt as the tension escalated another notch and the crowd sensed a sensational finish just waiting to fully unfold. The raindancers meanwhile doubled their efforts to bring forth a downpour from the presently clear Rushmori skies.

278-3. Six needed from four.

All it would take was one ball for Paradystopia to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, and the Sylestonians would have four chances to make this a reality. Spencer cursed under his breathe the video scoreboard operator's choice to boldly display by exactly what percentage Paradystopia's chance of victory had fallen by with Cocrine's stunning strike. He needed a plan. Oggy, Genevieve, and Tarquin had raced over to form an impromptu 'battle council' around the bowler, and were suggesting various options to restrict this dangerous batter. Spencer however, wasn't really listening, and concocted his own strategy. Interjecting the overlapping conversations, he told his wicket-keeper to sneak up closer to the stumps, and to be ready. This may have confused the captain and vice-captain, but Tarquin simply raised an eyebrow before giving a nod of acknowledgement.
Spencer began his run-up, but aborted it having apparently skewed his rhythm on an awkward step. Lachlan Cocrine sensed something was afoot, and made his feelings known to the umpire that he believed this to be a deliberate ploy to disrupt his rhythm. He was right that it was deliberate, but failed to notice Tarquin Buckley-Greaves make use of this distraction to shuffle a distance closer to the wicket that would hopefully be imperceptible to the batting team. Now it was time to spring the trap. The subsequent delivery was bowled as far wide as Spencer dared to do without conceding a wide, a fired-up Lachlan bounded forward to hammer Spencer's delivery right back at him but wasn't expecting the lateral positioning of the ball. Tarquin gathered the ball, and sprung the remainder of the distance to the stumps, clattering into them glove first as the Sylestone batter swung his bat back to behind the crease.

Everyone looked to the umpire. He gave it a moment's thought, and shook his head. Oggy didn't think to ask anyone else's opinion before calling for the television match official. The crowd rumbled softly with myriad murmurs of their predicted outcomes. For those of a Paradystopi persuasion, it was clearly out, the Sylestonian fans were certain that Cocrine was safe, and the neutrals couldn't be sure either way. Eventually, the replay flicked up onto the video scoreboard for all to witness.

On the initial pass, it was near impossible to say with any certainty, so frame by frame the footage was scrutinised. The stop-motion ballet of Tarquin's dive and Lachlan's stretch to deem who touched what first was played out agonisingly slowly until, for all to see, the single frame in which a gloved hand was in contact with the off-stump, and a sliver of light could be seen beneath the Sylestonian bat.

278-4. Six needed from three.

Lachlan pounded the turf with his bat, and Spencer let out a primal roar as the umpire changed the on-field decision in line with the damning video evidence. It was a huge blow for Sylestone, but the match wasn't over yet. Samuel Asaskia took his place at the crease, and the field reset itself buoyed by the departure of a very real threat. Spencer himself was now imbued with a fresh rush of adrenaline. The dull thump of his elevated pulse played like war drums in his ears, masking the rapturous crowd, and heightening his focus.
The next delivery was his fastest of the day; a fraction shy of 100 mph, and it clattered into a hapless Asaskia's pad with a resounding thump. On this occasion, the desperate hope that the video umpire would reverse the call of leg before wicket was fruitless, and Samuel Asaskia departed no sooner than he had arrived.

278-5. Six needed from two.

Sadly for Spencer, Tristan Gallagher thwarted his hopes of a hat-trick. A dangerous ball swooping in towards the stumps was parried away to cover and a single scrambled for before Bobby Jangletrousers rushed in to field it.

279-5. Five needed from one.

One delivery remained, at it would be the acclimatised Brianna Eastwood to face it. A boundary was required. Four to push the match into a super-over, six to achieve a last-gasp win. The tension in the Park Central Oval had passed from being able to cut with a knife, to requiring of special equipment wielded by firefighters to separate. One single bowl to determine which of these two dogged Esportivan nations would face Aryavarna in the grand final. The crowd noise dissipated to a hush as Spencer Merriweather started his approach for the final ball of the match. He flung a sub-pace wide yorker off to the side of Brianna's strike zone, but she stepped into it, and put every last bit of her strength into driving the ball on the full into cover. It rose into the air but immediately it was apparent that the trajectory was too high. It lazily reached its apogee, and then fell back to earth, into the safe, and grateful hands of Genevieve Burton-Hawley.

279-6. Paradystopia win by 4 runs.


In the stands, before it dawns on people that Paradystopia will have a further opportunity to get embarrassed by Aryavarna


"Right, let's have it then Klaus. Might as well get it over with. Oh actually, let me guess. Is it because Sylestone is an anagram of 'Yes, stolen' that that would imply that their minds were indeed stolen by alien beings who then manipulated the flow of the match to bring about a nail-biting win for Paradystopia? Oh look, 'Tensely so'. Another anagram of Sylestone. 'Coincidence? I think not!' Am I on the right track for your latest crazy conspiracy theories?"

"No ... It's not aliens. I realise that now."

"Oh, well, okay, fair enough then. Glad you're seeing sense again."

"Oh no, there's something much bigger at play here ..."

"Oh, for fu... Like what?!"

"Shhh!! They can't know we know. Too dangerous."

"Ok ... sure ... "

"It's the ... Liventian Illuminati ... "

"The Liv...?!"

"SHHHH!!! ... Quiet! Don't let them hear you! Look, it's not aliens. My belief now is that it's some secret group, or maybe a powerful individual, in Liventia who decides the cricket scores. I don't know how they do it but they're watching, and listening to everything. They then gather this acquired data, feed it into some super-computer with some esoteric formulae, and quantify who scores what. This match, everything, it's all pre-determined! We're just going along with it. You, me, everyone here, all of us, we're just arbitrary playthings in someone's, or maybe even something's twisted, cricket-orientated game ..."

" ... that's seriously the stupidest fucking thing I think I've ever heard ..."
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Postby Liventia » Wed Oct 07, 2026 10:38 am

(OOC: Aryavarna has informed me he is unable to RP and I am therefore cutting off early.)

Grand Final
Aryavarna 279/5 (42.5 overs)
Paradystopia 276/6 (50 overs)
Aryavarna won by 5* wickets

No Reset Final is needed. Aryavarna are champions of World Trophy VI.

New ranks post-WT6
Rank Nation Total
1 The Plough Islands 21.989
2 Sylestone 21.727
3 Ko-oren 17.248
4 Aryavarna 16.598
5 Kimi-Suomi 14.021
6 Liventia 12.653
7 Indusse 12.230
8 Darmen 12.225
9 Paradystopia 11.880
10 Milchama 9.216
11 Vaishnavaria 8.863
12 Crpostran 8.843
13 South Newlandia 8.301
14 TJUN-ia 6.529
15 A non-descript puppet nation 6.135
16 Baggieland 5.785
17 The Kytler Peninsulae 5.455
18 Hanalia 5.385
19 Natkr 5.058
20 Quebec and Shingoryeo 4.371
21 Vunymonia 4.013
22 Grand Exultia 4.005
23 Saint Margaret and the Aurelles 3.385
24 Sharktail 3.184
25 Serdtgyu 3.013
26 Impreo De Jap 2.731
27 Gnejs 2.371
28 Krytenia 2.343
29 Vielfaltig 2.187
30 Gruenberg 1.971
31 Lisander and Alice Bay 1.875
32 Indo-Athena 1.640
33 Eastfield Lodge 1.612
34 Jack and Ruby 1.509
35 Yuugria 1.462
36 Damukuni 1.173
37 Austroguinea 1.013
37 Tumbra 1.013
37 Warkus 1.013
40 Barunia 0.945
41 StrayaRoos 0.686
42 City of Myrtle Beach 0.457
42 Rajyasthan 0.457
44 United States of Devonta 0.343
45 West Barack and East Obama 0.229
45 Basel-Triesen 0.229
45 Kunskil 0.229
45 Tibhurstan 0.229
49 The Golden Harp 0.008
50 Nightralia 0.006
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Postby Aryavarna » Wed Oct 07, 2026 7:33 pm

Paradystopia Batting
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
P Fitzbarrington c Borkar b Ansari 11 17 2 64.71
F de Bolo lbw b Basra 7 12 1 58.33
O Locke c Joshi b Menon 78 77 6 3 101.3
B Jangletrousers c Ansari b Aarav Singh 75 101 7 74.26
D Koysankalanahi b Ansari 49 45 5 108.89
T Buckley-Greaves st Joshi b Aarav Singh 1 8 12.5
G Burton-Hawley not out 40 40 4 100
V Chalakibharyu not out 1 1 100
EXTRAS (4 b, 1 lb, 8 wd, 1 nb) 14
TOTAL for 6 wickets 276 (50 ov; 5.52 RPO)
Did not bat: S Merriweather, H Oddfish, P Crackanurchin

FOW: 18-1 (P Fitzbarrington, 4.1 overs); 27-2 (F de Bolo, 5.4 overs); 162-3 (O Locke, 32.5 overs);
191-4 (B Jangletrousers, 36.2 overs); 197-5 (T Buckley-Greaves, 38.3 overs); 269-6 (D Koysankalanahi, 49.1 overs)

Aryavarna Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
I Ansari 10 1 53 2 5.3 (1 wd)
K Basra 10 1 62 1 6.2 (5 wd)
R Menon 10 51 1 5.1 (1 wd, 1 nb)
Aarav Singh 10 40 2 4
P Borkar 10 65 6.5 (1 wd)

Aryavarna Batting (Target: 277)
Batter R B 4s 6s SR
H Patil c Buckley-Greaves b Chalakibharyu 46 49 4 93.88
R Deshmukh c Locke b Crackanurchin 35 36 6 97.22
S Mirza c Merriweather b Chalakibharyu 63 55 4 1 114.55
R Naokar c Buckley-Greaves b Koysankalanahi 18 17 2 105.88
Naranjan Singh not out 75 65 6 3 115.38
R Menon c Buckley-Greaves b Koysankalanahi 29 24 2 1 120.83
V Joshi not out 13 11 2 118.18
EXTRAS none 0
TOTAL for 5 wickets 279 (42.5 ov; 6.51 RPO)
Did not bat: Aarav Singh, P Borkar, I Ansari, K Basra

FOW: 69-1 (R Deshmukh, 12.3 overs); 89-2 (H Patil, 15.1 overs); 135-3 (R Naokar, 21.4 overs);
190-4 (S Mirza, 31.6 overs); 239-5 (R Menon, 38.1 overs)

Paradystopia Bowling
Bowler Ov M R W Econ Ext
P Crackanurchin 8 42 5.25
H Oddfish 9 50 5.56
G Burton-Hawley 3 22 7.33
D Koysankalanahi 5.5 41 2 7.03
P Crackanurchin 8 69 1 8.63
V Chalakibharyu 9 55 2 6.11

Venue: National Centre of Excellence Oval, City Centre, Liventia
Match number: 122
Toss: Aryavarna, elected to field first
Tournament: GCF World Trophy 6
Player of the Match: Naranjan Singh
Player of the Series: Imran Ansari
Match Result: Aryavarna won by 5 wickets

Scorecard created using The Grearish Union Cricket Scorecard Maker v2.01


From saffron to gold: Aryavarna crowned champions of the world!!!

In a sport that only a tiny fraction of the [NS] world plays, but we don't care, we're going to be super fucking obnoxious about this one.

At 7.42pm on a dusky Wednesday evening in City Centre, Liventia, Vikram Joshi bent his knee into a drive and clattered a tired Darshan Koysankalanahi wide half-volley through the covers for four. He remained on his knee as the weight of the moment hit him. The small but loyal and, frankly, incredibly irritating band of Aryavarnan fans who had been with the team through all eleven matches of their marathon journey rose as one in joy, while at the other end Naranjan Singh was busy ripping a stump out of the ground to keep as a souvenir (his attempts to explain that this custom extended to the umpire's wallet were less convincing). On the balcony, Harshid Patil, the man who had captained Aryavarna victory, embraced Rohan Deshmukh, the man who had done so much to bring them to this point. Yet in truth the celebrations inside the NCE Oval stadium were as nothing to the explosion that swept across the Socialist Republic of Aryavarna back home, as millions of cricket fans who had stayed up into the night to follow by TV, radio, and internet, had it confirmed: Aryavarna were world champions.

The final was, in truth, not quite the gripping encounter the occasion deserved, with Aryavarna completing the win with 7 overs to spare. Paradystopia, perhaps tired from playing the extra double elimination game, perhaps disenchanted by the first final's one-sided outcome, perhaps just really pissed, did not look at their sharpest. The playing surface did not help: having complained about turgid NCE Oval pitches in the first half of the tournament, Aryavarna had enjoyed playing on quicker wickets in the playoffs, only to find themselves returning to a tacky strip in City Centre for the final. Harshid Patil's biggest call came before the toss: while Sukhveer Sumal has bullied some very useful lower order runs, his bowling against Paradystopia was so ineffectual that Patil opted to omit him and, instead of calling up a seamer, play the extra batsman, with a recall for young Ramesh Naokar. That meant 10 overs would be needed for Raghav Menon, but Patil was counting on the added batting being more important.

Patil made another big call, at the toss, which he won. Despite winning the previous game batting first, this pitch looked more difficult to judge the pace of, so he opted to bowl. Neutrals might, perhaps, have hoped the coin fell the other way: Imran Ansari's new ball brilliance had Percival Fitzbarrington, fresh off a monstrous hundred against Sylestone, mistiming an awkward poke (as we all have, after a night on the beers) to mid-off, and with that Paradystopia's chances of building an imposing score dramatically tumbled. They fell further when Fnodd de Bolo was adjudged LBW to Kunal Basra, upheld on a tight review. The disastrous powerplay forced Paradystopia to rebuild, which they did through a captain's innings from Locke and a steady hand from Bobby Jangletrousers. They put on 135; while Patil could find no way of prising them out, the relatively sedate scoring rate meant he didn't need to try anything too adventurous.

Locke looked on for a battling hundred. His egalitarian philosophy that the pull shot should not be reserved for short balls but also applied to balls of almost any length was working in his favour. But Menon, with the worst ball of the entire innings, strangled him off the hip, brilliantly caught by a diving Joshi, whose keeping has been under scrutiny this tournament but here clung on to the decisive catch with everything on the line. After Locke's dismissal Jangletrousers was never quite able to move up the gears before being well pouched in the deep by Ansari, trying to hit Aarav Singh against the spin. Aarav's golden arm form continued as Buckley-Greaves, not one known for charging out of his crease, overbalanced attempting a reverse inside-out switch triple-breasted lesser-spotted scoop, and was smartly stumped by Joshi.

Koysankalanahi and Genevieve Burton-Hawley then combined for a nice 72 run stand, but couldn't drag the run rate appreciably higher: Koysankalanahi was inventive and Burton-Hawley characteristically sensible. It was the least effective Ansari and Basra had looked at the death, yet still the boundaries hardly flowed as the big shots seemed to elude the Paradystopians. Koysankalanahi lost his leg pole one short of a fifty, to give Ansari his 16th wicket of the tournament; the innings finished on 276. It had not been easy to time shots on the pitch, but the sense that it was a very gettable target lingered in the intermission.

Patil and Deshmukh got the chase going at a good pace, though their opening stand of 69 off 12 overs was less well timed than the scorecard suggested, both struggling with their shots in front of the wicket. A great bit of captaincy from Locke, who placed himself at slip to Crackanurchin, accounted for Deshmukh, holding onto the edge; Patil, who so obviously wanted to match or better his opposite number's innings as skipper, could only manage 46 before cutting Chalakibharyu straight into Buckley-Greaves's gloves. Ramesh Naokar, promoted on his return to the side, failed to make the most of his opportunity, hitting a couple of good-looking boundaries before top-edging a pull off Koysankalanahi. But despite the early wicket, though, Crackanurchin was not effective. Well aware of his potency, the Aryavarnans deliberately targeted the lutrine spinner with a savagery not seen since the pages of a Redwall novel.

Saad Mirza's form has got better and better through this tournament. His elegant 63 guided the chase to within sight, while Naranjan Singh was busy with his typically flashy brand of butchery at the end, all zinging cuts and crunching pulls. Mirza was well caught on the long-on boundary, but even there was evidence that Paradystopia felt the game was already slipping from their grasp, as Merriweather could scarcely bother to insult the attendant Aryavarnan fans in the crowd as he held the catch. Menon came in to smash a quick cameo along with his 13th six of the tournament, but couldn't finish the job. Joshi's steadier hand was there, however, first holding the tiller as Naranjan brought up his fifty, then guiding the deeply confused metaphor into the cucumber.

At the post-match presentations Naranjan Singh was awarded player of the match for his unbeaten 75 and Imran Ansari player of the tournament for his 16 wickets at 23.81, with an incredible economy rate of 4.99 for the tournament, before Harshid Patil was given the GCF ODI Trophy. That moment in itself was one worthy of contemplation for the future of Aryavarna: a Sikh, a Muslim, and a Hindu, brought together through cricket, celebrating as one the nation they can all call their own regardless of creed or colour.

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