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Over the Gulf, 06:35 In the side rush of dawn, the distant peaks glowed pink, like some travesty of a fondant cake. Hard shadows infilled the cavities like ink. Streamers of white cloud strung out in the freezing air, 2000 metres below. Nock Leader was just a cruciform speck in the bright air ahead. He started to turn, ten degrees to the north-west. Òmah tilted the stick, following, rolling. The horizon swung up and the world moved around. Slowly, slowly. He heard the knocking sound and ignored it. At least the inclinometer was still working. As he came around and levelled the column, Òmah reached forward and flicked the brass dial of the fuel gauge again. It still read full, which couldn’t be right. They’d been up for forty-eight minutes. He took off a gauntlet and flicked the gauge once more with his bare fingers. He felt sure the lined mitten had been dulling his blows. The dial remained at full. He saw how pinched and blue his hand had become, and pulled the gauntlet back on quickly. It felt balmy in his insulated flightsuit, but the cabin temp read minus eight. There was no sound, except for the background roar of the engine. Òmah looked up and around, remembering to maintain his visual scanning. Just sky. Sundogs flaring in his visor. Nock Three just abeam of him, a silhouette, trailing vapour. The altimeter read 2800 metres. The radio gurgled. “Nock Leader to Nock Flight. One pass West and we turn for home. Keep formation tight." They made another lazy roll. The landscape rose up in his port vision. Òmah saw brittle flashes of light far below. Artillery fire on the islands. He heard the knocking again. It sounded as if someone was crouching behind the frame of his armoured seat, tapping the spars with a hammer. These engines always made a burbling, flatulent noise, but this didn’t seem right to him. He keyed his radio. "Nock Leader, this is Nock Four. I’ve–" There was a sudden, loud bang. The channel squealed like a stabbed pig. The world turned upside down. "Oh throne! Oh crap! Oh shit!” a voice was shouting. Òmah realised it was his own. G-force pummelled him. His P7E Firebird was tumbling hard. Light and dark, sky and land, up and over, up and over. Òmah choked back nausea and throttled down desperately. The radio was incoherent with frantic chatter. "Nock Four! Nock Four!" Òmah regained control and levelled. He had lost at least a thousand metres. He got the horizon true and looked around in the vain hope of seeing someone friendly. Then he cried out involuntarily as something fell past his nosecone. It was another Firebird, one wing shorn off in a cascade of torn struts and body plate. Flames were sucking back out of its air intakes. It arced down and away like a comet, trailing smoke as it went spinning towards the ground. It became a speck. A smaller speck. A little blink of light. Òmah felt his guts tighten and acid frothed inside him. Fear, like a stink, permeated the little cockpit. Something else flashed past him. Just a glimpse, moving so fast. There and gone. A memory of black wings. "Nock Four! Break! Break and turn! There’s one right on you!" Òmah leaned on the stick and kicked the rudder. The world rolled again. He put his nose up and throttled hard. The Firebird bucked angrily and the knocking came again. Throne of Stars. He’d thought his bird had malfunctioned, but it wasn’t that at all. They’d been stung. He leant forward against the harness and peered out of his cockpit dome. The aluminum skin of his right wing was holed and torn. Night’s teeth, he’d been shot. He pushed the stick forward to grab some speed, then turned out left in a hard climb. The dawn sky was full of smoke: long strings of grey vapour and little black blooms that looked like dirty cotton. Nock Flight’s formation had broken apart and they were scattering across the heavens. Òmah couldn’t even see the bats. No, that wasn’t true. He made one, bending in to chase Nock Five, tracer fire licking from its guns. He rolled towards it, flipping the scope of his reflector sight into position before resting his thumb on the stick-top stud that activated the quad cannons in the nose. The bat danced wildly across the glass reticule of the gunsight. It refused to sit. Òmah cursed and began to utter a prayer to the sun to lift his wings and make his aim true. He waggled the stick, pitching, rolling, trying to correct, but the more he tried, the more the bat slipped wildly off the gunsight to one side or the other. There was a little smoky flash ahead, and suddenly Òmah's Firebird was riding through a horizontal pelt of black rain. No. Not rain. Oil. Then debris. Pieces of glittering metal, buckled machine parts, shreds of aluminum. Òmah cried out in surprise as the oil washed out his forward view. He heard the pattering impact of the debris striking off his nose plate and wing faces. The bat had chalked Nock Five and Òmah was running in through the debris stream. Any large piece of wreckage would hole him and kill him as surely as cannon-fire. And if so much as a screw went down the intake of his engine… Òmah wrenched on the stick and came nose-up. Light returned as he came out of the smoke belt, and slipstream flowed the oil away off his canopy. It ran in quivering lines, slow and sticky, like blood. Almost immediately, he had to roll hard to port to avoid hitting another Firebird head on. He heard a strangled cry over the radio. The little dark interceptor filled his field of view for a second and then was gone back over his shoulder. His violent roll had been too brutal. He inverted for a moment and struggled to right himself as the hills spread out overhead. That knocking again. That damn knocking. He was bleeding speed now, and the experimental engines of the P7E had a nasty habit of flaming out if it struggled too hard. He began to nurse it up and round, gunning the engine as hard as he dared. Two planes rushed by, so fast he didn’t have time to determine their type, then another three went perpendicular across his bow. They were all Firebirds. One was venting blue smoke in a long, chuffing plume. "Nock Leader! Nock Leader!" Òmah called. Two of the Firebirds were already climbing away out of visual. The sun blinded him. The third, the wounded bird, was diving slowly, scribing the sky with its smoke. He saw the bat clearly then. At his two, five hundred metres, dropping in on the Firebird it had most likely already mauled. For the first time in his four weeks of operational flying, Òmah got a good look at the elusive foe. It resembled his plane, superficially, the cockpit set far back above the drive at the point where the bow of the blade-wings met. A jet interceptor, the cream of the enemy air force. In the dispersal room briefs, they’d talked about these killers being dirt brown or green, but this was pearl-white, like ice, like alabaster. The canopy was tinted black, like a dark eye-socket in a polished skull. Òmah had expected to feel fear, but he got a thrill of adrenaline instead. He leaned forward, hunched down in the Firebird’s armoured cockpit, and opened the throttle, sweeping in on the bat’s five. It didn’t appear to have seen him. It was lining up, leisurely, on the wounded plane. He flipped the toggle switch. Guns live. Closing at three hundred metres. Òmah rapidly calculated his angle of deflection, estimated he’d have to lead his shot by about five degrees. Reverent eye, he had it… He thumbed the firing stud. The Firebird shuddered slightly as the cannons lit up. He saw flashflames licking up from under the curve of the nose cone. He heard and felt the thump of the breechblocks. The bat had gone. He came clear, pulling a wide turn at about two hundred and seventy kilometres an hour. The engagement had been over in an instant. Had he killed it? He sat up into the clear blister of the canopy like an animal looking out of its burrow, craning around. If he’d hit it, surely there would be smoke? The only smoke he could see was about a thousand metres above in the pale blue sky where the main portion of the dogfight was still rolling. He turned. First rule of air combat: take a shot and pull off. Never stick with a target, never go back. That made you a target. But still he had to know. He had to. He dipped his starboard wing, searching below for a trace of fire. Nothing. Òmah levelled off. And there it was. Right alongside him. He cried out in astonishment. The bat was less than a wing’s breadth away, riding along in parallel with him. There was not a mark on its burnished white fuselage. It was playing with him. Panic rose inside pilot cadet Zhep det Òmah. He knew his valiant little Firebird could neither outrun nor out-climb the enemy's craft. He throttled back hard, and threw on his speed brakes, hoping the sudden manoeuvre would cause the big machine to overshoot him. For a moment, it vanished. Then it was back, on his other side, copying his brake-dive. Òmah swore.. He was so close to it that he could see the jet nozzles on the belly under the blade-wings. It could out-dance any prop craft, climbing, braking, even slowing to a near-stall. Òmah refused to accept he was out-classed, refused to admit he was about to die. He twisted the stick, kicked the rudder right over and went into the deepest dive he dared execute. Any deeper, and the Firebird's wings would shear off its airframe. The world rushed up, filling his vision. He heard the air screaming. He saw the glory of the land ascending to meet him. His land. His home. The home he had joined up to save. Behind him, the pearl-white enemy machine tucked in effortlessly and followed him down.

National Stadium,10.30 PM GOALLL,Arifiyyah National Stadium echoed with shouts of goals after Muhammad Nazhim scored the goal 2nd goal against Pedandria. "First of all, I would like to thank the main organizer of the live broadcast of the world cup premiere, the Ministry of Youth, Sports and Culture. Thank you also to all the attendees who livened up the atmosphere. Alhamdulillah, thank God for the victory of all the group stage matches. I would like to announce my intention to bring everyone in attendance tonight to witness the knockout match at Ryxtylopia." Sultan Arif said. The next day,the Chairman of State before His Majesty the Sultan at the Arifiyyah Grand Palace. 10.00 am, Arifiyyah Grand Palace Tan Sri Rais, Chairman of States who has been in office for almost two terms, sat on the sofa facing the Sultan, "Why did Your Majesty call me here?" Sultan Arif replied casually,"I want to take you to Ryxtylopia once. You and Dato Isma." Tan Sri Rais replied, "Thank you for your offer, but won't I be assigned to take care of the country if you go abroad?" The Sultan replied, "You must not read the Constitution to the end (with a laughing tone). Just follow us, MPM will be guided by the Keeper of the King's Seal to protect the country. After all, we may have the opportunity to hold a meeting with the leaders of Aura to discuss the Trans-Auran high speed railway prpject which is delayed. They must be interested." He continued, "After all, you are a person who always works hard. You need to rest. When I asked you to get married, you said there was no candidate. I also don't want to mess with your personal affairs. After about two hours of traveling by air, Sultan Arif carried his son, Ali Nazhim and moved to the hotel with more than 100 entourage members. HIS MAJESTY SULTAN ARIF NAZHIM SHAH CARRYING HRH TENGKU MAHKOTA RAJA TENGKU ALI NAZHIM, ACCOMPANIED BY HIS ROYAL ASSISTANT,THE CHAIRMAN OF STATES AND 100 ARIFIANS AT THE RYXTYLOPIA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

The match kicked off with immense anticipation as Larxia faced Alchera in a crucial fixture to solidify their position in the World Cup. Alchera came out firing on all cylinders, displaying an unexpectedly aggressive offense that put Larxia's defense under immense pressure. The underdogs stunned the crowd by breaking the deadlock in the 30th minute, slotting a clinical goal past Larxia's goalkeeper with a swift counterattack. Larxia, stunned by the setback, struggled to find their rhythm as Alchera maintained their lead going into halftime. Despite Larxia's efforts to regain control, they entered the break trailing 1-0. As the second half commenced, Larxia came out with renewed determination and urgency. They began to dictate the tempo of the game, dominating possession and creating several promising opportunities. The breakthrough for Larxia finally arrived in the 55th minute when Garcia found himself in a perfect position inside the box, receiving a pinpoint cross and confidently volleying the ball into the net, leveling the score at 1-1. Energized by the equalizer, Larxia continued to press forward, displaying a relentless attacking display. In the 75th minute, Cristian Aviero showcased his exceptional skill, dribbling past defenders and curling a magnificent shot from outside the box into the top corner, giving Larxia a crucial 2-1 lead. The final whistle blew, signaling Larxia's hard-fought comeback victory against a resilient Alchera. The stadium erupted in cheers as Larxia secured a vital win, securing their spot in the Round of 16. The dramatic turnaround showcased Larxia's resilience and determination, overcoming adversity to clinch the victory. The fans celebrated, acknowledging the team's efforts in staging an impressive comeback. This victory solidified Larxia's position as the third team in the group, and they eagerly awaited their next challenge in the knockout stages of the World Cup, buoyed by their remarkable comeback and eyeing further success on their journey. Following their thrilling comeback victory against Alchera, Larxia's next challenge in the Round of 16 awaits them in the form of the formidable nation of Aukera. Aukera, having clinched the second position in their group, has been on an incredible run in the World Cup, showcasing exceptional form and determination throughout the tournament. Their impressive performances have caught the attention of football enthusiasts worldwide, making them a team to watch out for in the knockout stages. As Larxia prepares for this pivotal clash, they anticipate a fierce battle against Aukera.

Continuation of my previous post. Zou Liqin, Jiang Yunru & Zhong Dongmei are students at Anzhou Medical University. They share a flat in the Mengyao Residential District, 20 minutes away from their university by subway. Zou, Jiang and Dongmei just finished watching the game against Cambria. Dongmei: "That was..." Yunru: "Bori-" Liqin: "THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!" Yunru: "Yeah... that's definitely what I was going to say." Liqin: "YUNRU, YOU DONT UNDERSTAND! Cambria haven't lost a single game yet! We were the only ones to kick their a-" Dongmei: "Yeah... It was pretty cool... I didn't realise how much people take it seriously..." Yunru: "People take it too seriously if you ask me..." Liqin: "It's just a bit of fun! Plus, you should be proud of your country for winning!" Yunru: "It's... a little hard to be excited about the football after what's happening in Fuzhou..." The room goes quiet. Liqin: "Have you... heard from your sister?" Yunru: "Yeah... she's okay, though my family's pottery workshop has been pretty much destroyed" Dongmei: "Oh... I'm sorry..." The room goes quiet again. Yunru: "Anyway... I didn't mean to kill the mood... I suppose on the bright side, the Navy are allowing my father to come home early to be with the rest of my family back home." Dongmei: "He was involved in the conflict with Fauthur, right?" [Context: Earlier in the year, a Sekiyan naval force sent to calm tensions was attacked off the coast of Aftokratoria] Liqin: "I don't know if I'd call it a conflict. But-" Yunru: "Yeah, he was. It was pretty scary when I saw the news.." Dongmei: "Wow, that's a lot to go through in a year, I'm glad everyone's okay" Yunru: "Yeah, I suppose... Anyway, we should probably clear up our mess." Liqin: "Wanna continue cellars and fellas later?" Dongmei: "Absolutely!" Yunru: Happier "You... mean it?" Liqin: "Yeah, why not!" Two of the popular adverts to release for the Sekiyan Maritime Force (Yǒngguó Hǎishì Lìliàng) following its engagement with Fauthur.

The Rise of Necrobotics: Unraveling Saint-Josalyn's Eight-Legged Enigma "The Rise of Necrobotics: Unraveling Saint-Josalyn's Eight-Legged Enigma" The city of Saint-Josalyn became a backdrop for the unfolding narrative, as the team grappled with the ethical implications of their work. The once-contained experiment, now a beacon of scientific ambition, raised questions about the responsible advancement of technology and the unforeseen consequences of manipulating nature. "Unraveling Saint-Josalyn's Eight-Legged Enigma" became a compelling tale of ingenuity, ethical dilemmas, and the relentless pursuit of understanding the intricate dance between biology and robotics. As the necrobotic spiders entered the spotlight, Saint-Josalyn found itself at the crossroads of scientific progress, prompting a reevaluation of the delicate balance between innovation and ethical considerations in the quest for knowledge. In the discreet confines of Queen's College, nestled in the heart of Saint-Josalyn, a scientific odyssey unfolded, delving into the intersection of cutting-edge research and the enigmatic world of necrobotic spiders. Driven by the relentless pursuit of knowledge, a team of researchers embarked on a groundbreaking experiment that would redefine the boundaries of bioengineering. At the helm of this venture was Dr. Karl Einarsen, a seasoned entomologist. Guided by his vision, the team, including the formidable Dr. Anu Sildre, a geneticist, and the innovative, Dr. Marek Olsen, set out to unravel the secrets hidden within the realm of necrobotics. Necrobotics, the fusion of robotics and the study of necrotic spiders, became the focal point of the team's endeavors. The researchers sought to harness the unique attributes of these spiders and integrate them seamlessly with cutting-edge robotic technology. Within the state-of-the-art laboratories of Queen's College, Dr. Sildre's expertise in genetic manipulation and Dr. Olsen's mastery of robotics converged. The goal was to create a groundbreaking synergy where the innate capabilities of necrotic spiders could be augmented and controlled through meticulous engineering. As the experiment progressed, the necrobotic spiders, now imbued with enhanced capabilities, underwent rigorous testing. The researchers scrutinized their venomous prowess, adaptability, and intelligence, pushing the boundaries of what was previously thought possible. The laboratory became a crucible of innovation, where the relentless pursuit of knowledge met the tangible realities of arachnid bioengineering.

NEXT MATCH, A TOUGH ONE! CANDELUIANS HAVE TO BE STRONG! soccer match - Made with PosterMyWall (2).mp4 We DON'T have too much time. # # # # # # # # # Hello candeluians, i'm Nico and i'm here to give you every information you might want about today's match for our national players. The nation that will go against them is from United Adaikes, a nation located in... it was Polaris right, yeah, Polaris. Last year they were ranked as the 9th place, pretty good if you ask me. ......that's pretty much it, Gabri hasn't got anything more to add to what i said. We of Tiveronia 'I Zuja are sorry for giving you such a short article, but gave you all the info we had. with this we'll see you tomorrow to give you the results, and as always, Keep Fannin', Football fans! Lunga Vià al 'emperator!

Gobyrno di la Fidiraxión di Ryxtylopia Government of the Ryxtylopian Federation Present - Wednesday, November 29th of the year 1423. This is an OFFICIAL STATEMENT, conducted by the Ryxtylopian government, directed to all foreign governments and international press. This document has the porpuse of recognizing the November 28th incident, with demonstrators, who acted with extreme violence against the police force, and goverment security forces, with the demonstrators having the intention of conducting a march to the Istadio Franco Rivalda down Oraiva road. This incident has resulted in 30 injured as well as this during the demonstration, protesters revealed concealed firearms forcing police to fire warning shots to disperse the crowd, no confirmed deaths have come from this demonstration despite the gunshots fired. It is important to note that the civil unrest is now dying down, as per the present date, and this is expected to be one of the last instances of unrest throught the rest of the tournament, law enforcement has been focused on protecting the stadiums and tourists from any harm that may come their way. Whilst we are confident that the wave of unrest is about to end we still URGE foreigners to take measures mainly: -Stick to venue areas or visit: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov] for more information on tourist sites, as well to avoid any possible trouble. -When going around venue cities, read more information about certain areas, and stick to law enforcement. -Stick to using the transport system set up for this tournament, information about bus routes and where to find taxis can be found at: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov]. -Excersice increased levels of caution during the lead-up to games. Whilst the unrest has stopped in most cities, in Ryxenia we also issue travell warnings to the neighborhoods of: Tirvixas Itsía Vilpilanda Xatachamá La Alíga Corvaitxe San Yrvias Names highlighted in red have very high risk, as such we recommend avoding them at all costs Names highlighted in yellow have considerable risk, we recommend avoding them or excersicing increased caution when visiting or passing by those neighborhoods. For more travell information please visit [Insert Generic Government Website.gov]. Apart from this, any matches or activies related to the tournament will not be affected, the scheduled matches will remain unchanged, for further details you can contact the Deparment of Internal Security or the Ryxenia Police Department at: [Insert Generic Government Website.gov].

A Loss in the group stage, but a big win in the competition! "Hello again Tiveria i' Zuja readers! I'm Gabri and i'm here in Ryxtylopia to talk about the ongoing World Cup of Football! And alone again, woo. Yesterday our national team played against last year's first place, and lost by 2-0, sadly! There're good news though! Thanks to the past wins and draws, our team was able to get into the elimination stage! Amazing! The first elimination group match will be against last year's 9th place! UA! or apparently, United Adaikes? woah, didn't know UA was an abreviation, incredible! We'll make another article tomorrow with more the infos of the next match, our graphic designers are still working on it! For now, me, with all the candeluian fans here can't wait for the next match! We'll see you tomorrow and as Nico says, Fannin' keep, Fans of the Ball with the foot!" Lunga Vià al 'emperator!

'24 27th of November 1423, Ryxenia, Oraiva Road, 11:00 A.M. - 7:00 P.M. It was a cloudy day when the demonstrations begun, between the start of the tournament, the goal was to reach the Istadio Franco Rivalda, most protesters kept silent, and most signs could only read the number 24, the reason was to protest the 24 high-profile reporters and journalists that had gone missing before the tournament had even begun, considering it had been 10 days since it had begun the protesters reasoned it would be symbolic enough. Many others mainly hidden amongst the crowd however prepared lazers, improvised shields, and proyectiles with their goals being totally different as it was obvious that this demonstration would as per usual be met by police. By now demonstrations had died down as they had little effect and the tournament was well on its way now, its not like they would change anything and only result in more injuries, but within the crowds of actually peaceful demonstrators many carried improvised weapons, and other stuff to take their anger out on the police, some may have also brought illegal weapons to the fray, but by the time the inevitable clash happened it couldn't be confirmed. It started like most of the other protests with demonstrators going down a road and after a bit encountering a police barricade, with the police either stopping them or ordering them to disperse, in this case the column just stopped, whilst the police couldn't disperse them with their low numbers at the time. Stuff started to intensify about 2 hours later when police had pebbles, bottles and other stuff thrown at them, whilst at the same time getting reinforced by more officers and riot-controll vehicles, around 4-5 hours after the start, and with protesters now throwing more lethile proyectiles and the confrontation heating up. Police started to respond with pepper spray, and paint guns, at this point most of the peaceful demonstrators had dispersed leaving an angry crowd and the police, until a loud BANG was heard around 4:41 P.M. Police thought this was a gun shot and responded with their own fire, not directed at the crowd but to disperse it, this caused panic amongst the demonstrators who rushed down the street with the last molotov coctails thrown at police around this time. The stampede left around 70 injured, and around 15 in critical condition, by the end of the day deaths had not been reported and the last protesters dispersed by the end of the day, marking an unfortunate end to the wave of world cup protests that had gone throught Ryxtylopia since the tournament was announced. 28th of November 1423, Ryxenia, Oraiva Road, 8:00 A.M. Police and cleaning staff worked on cleaning up the road early in the morning, as more reports went to the Department of Internal Security, and they didn't look good, however considering the protests had been dying down it seemed like this would be the last one, several officers had been injured, many with burns or bruises. However due to the confrontation happening, not in the outskirts of the city but in one of the roads leading to the largest of the venues for the world cup, the Ryxtylopian government began preparing for a possible media storm ahead.

Fourth time’s the charm (Matchday 4) In a well-lit studio, news anchor Anna Čea wraps up the previous scheduled segment. Anna Čea: ... and now, moving onto the sports segment. We're tuning in with our correspondent Juli Orini live from Ryxtylopia. Hello, Juli! A big screen behind Čea changes graphics and shows news correspondent Juli Orini. Juli Orini: Hello, Anna! And hello to all Fùtbol fans tuning in right now! Anna Čea: So, what have the Činni been up to? Juli Orini: Things are looking up for them, as today the National Team earned its first three points! After drawing two matches against Larxia and Alchera, and losing one to Overthinkers, the Činni have won their match against fellow Nurans, Kalmach. I’m joined by head coach Jan Košis to comment on the team’s performance. The TV feed is now focused on Juli Orini, found just outside of the football pitch, next to Košis. In the background, several fans sitting in the stands are waving familiar Nuran flags, and a couple of bright red flares fill the air. A small graphic detailing the outcome of the match is seen under Orini and Košis. Jan Košis: Hello everyone, glad to be here. Juli Orini: The team seems to have finally broken the deadlock, so to speak, as 75% of Rivalfiume’s overall goals came all from this match. Jan Košis: Indeed. We’ve been working very hard on goalscoring, especially from “golden occasions” such as set pieces, and it’s working. Juli Orini: Today is a perfect example of that: let’s talk about Čentini’s absolute screamer! What a debut for him! Jan Košis: Ah, that was a well worked goal! Super-Substitute Čentini scored a beautiful goal in the first half from a free kick, rocketing the ball in the top corner in the 2nd minute of added time. Juli Orini: Well, the goal was absolutely stunning, but not-so-stunning was the reason the free kick was given. Is Anečeti going to recover quickly? Jan Košis: I’m afraid that Anečeti is going to miss some games, as he’s been badly clattered by an opposition player. To be honest, I’m quite shocked that the player wasn’t sent off with a straight red. Juli Orini: Let’s hope that he recovers soon... Despite Kalmach getting a goal back in the 50th minute, the Team didn’t let us down and scored two of their own. What a relief! Jan Košis: It’s nice to see that the players weren’t let down by the temporary draw and were willing to fight until the end. I’m super proud of them and their superb teamwork. Juli Orini: Looking at the next fixtures, Rivalfiume is going to face Ryxtylopia, the hosts themselves, who are in a good run of form and have already qualified to the knock-out stages. What’s the plan? Jan Košis: We have to defend our points advantage as much as we can. Both Alchera and Kalmach have to face tough opposition, like us, and if we lose against Ryxtylopia and they win, it would go down to goal difference. That’s why, if we secure a draw, we would mathematically qualify for the rounds of 16. That’s the plan. As for the formation, some changes have to be made due to injuries or recent fatigue. A graphic is shown, titled "Most probable formation, according to analysts". Juli Orini: Thank you for your time, coach. Good luck for the next game, let’s hope for a favorable result! Jan Košis: Thank you, Juli! Juli Orini: Fluvians watching at home, don’t forget to tune in next time, as the next match potentially decides whether the Činni make it out of the group stages for the first time ever. Thank you for watching! The TV switches back to the studio, as Anna Čea begins the weather segment. Anna Čea: As for the weather, there’s a high chance of showers in all of the Estre Nort department…