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Post by Zoe Austen on Oct 24, 2006 21:26:35 GMT
((This post will be kept up to date with the latest points and scores for both teams. Please read the post below for a description of the area and weather conditions. As well, there is information on the area provided at the Official World Cup Website. The only rule that will be different from those on the Quidditch page is that beaters only need to make 3 contact rather than 5 as it stands that professional beaters will seldom if ever miss contact.
Ireland
Captain - Cassidy Troy
Chaser – Cassidy Troy, 2-2-0
Chaser – Lana Moran, 1-2-0
Chaser – Kendon Mullet, 2-2-0
Keeper – Casey Drummond, 1-3-1
Beater – Misti O'Braonain, 1-0-1
Beater – Bailey Carson, 1-1-1
Seeker – Faith Larken, 2-1-2
Bulgaria
Captain - Viktor Krum
Chaser – Ivan Arnaut, 2-2-0*
Chaser – Anastasiya Bogomil, 1-1-1
Chaser – Raya Kosloska, 2-1-1
Keeper – Pentcho Filipov, 1-2-0
Beater – Andon Vulchanov, 1-1-0
Beater – Nikolina Choroleeva, 1-2-1
Seeker – Viktor Krum, 2-2-0
* = minor hit
# = major hit and loss of a point for the remainder of the game
This game will hopefully begin on Saturday, October 29, 2006; giving everyone some time to get ready. Very sorry for the long delay. If you cannot play but are on the rooster please inform your captain as soon as possible so you can be replaced. Don't forget Ireland is still short two players so if you are at all interested please sign up!))
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Post by Zoe Austen on Oct 28, 2006 15:42:39 GMT
It was August 27, 1998, 20 degrees outside, and the day of the Ireland versus Bulgaria semi-final Quidditch World Cup match in Canada. The winner of today’s game would be set to go onto the finals with Spain who won the last match. It was quite exciting, really, all those fans having come out to the mountains in Alberta Canada to see these four phenomenal teams compete. And, of course, Zoe got to be the referee. Some people said it was a dangerous job but really people ha become quite civil, especially with so many spectators who could serve as witnesses. Four years back these teams squared off in the final with Ireland coming out as the victor despite Bulgaria catching the snitch. The amazing team of three chasers from Ireland was still intact but Bulgaria still had their seeker Viktor Krum so the results of today’s match really were up in the air.
Zoe walked onto the pitch and was fast joined by all fourteen players. She asked the captains to shake hands before they soared into the air. Zoe released the snitch and the bludgers before taking the quaffle up above the starting chasers. As the quaffle fell into their arms the match began.
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Post by kendon on Oct 29, 2006 14:50:01 GMT
Kendon closed his eyes and tried to block out all sounds and thoughts. The only thing he allowed to enter his mind was what he knew he had to go out there and do tonight. The news that Spain had won their game against Germany meant that only two teams now stood between Ireland and the World Cup- Bulgaria and Spain. Bulgaria wouldn't be easy though. Kendon remembered their last match against them. It required the Irish chasers to more than triple the score of the Bulgarian chasers. They would have to play an almost perfect game if they wanted to guarantee a victory tonight.
As his teammates began to filter out of the players' quarters after Cassidy's speech, Kendon joined in behind them. They walked below the loud mass of cheering fans and then got ready to mount their brooms. This was it. With a quick kick, Kendon pushed into the air and soared with the Irish team as the announcer presented them to the crowd. Normally, this part was one of Kendon's favorite. It added a fun, light-hearted aspect to the game, but not tonight. The pressure in the air was thick, and Kendon could sense it. Nonetheless, he smiled and prepared as the two teams gathered around the center of the pitch, waiting for the quaffle to be released. Giving a quick look to Cassidy and Lana, Kendon wanted them to know that he was ready. The three of them could play well together, and tonight should be no different.
Before long, the whistle shrilled and the balls were released. The only one Kendon worried about was the large red one that he knew so well. Noticing he was the closest of the three Irish chasers, he raced forward and held out his arm.
((Going for the Quaffle.))
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Post by krum on Oct 30, 2006 15:05:23 GMT
"For a few of you this is your first time but for others we are here again. We deserve this, guys, we have been working so hard these past four years. The only reason we lost last time was because their chasers broke through and even I have to admit they're really good. It's mostly your job to deal with them, beaters, keep them off track and so busy avoiding bludgers that they cannot even think of the quaffle. Chasers, we need immediate possession. Just do what you have been all tournament and we can win this. For Bulgaria." Krum ended his short speech giving everyone a look that meant a lot more. His team knew he was a man of few words but a lot of Quidditch experience so when he tells them something they had better listen up. He had a mind for strategy and he knew they would be needing all they could get before the day was through if they really wanted to go after Spain in the finals.
The signal soon came and Krum nodded at his team. "Go time." he said simply biting his lip in a determined way. The seven of them stepped onto the pitch and he could hear the whole crowd cheer. Ireland coming opposite them all 14 players and one of the referees met in the centre of the pitch and Krum offered his hand to Cassidy Troy, the Irish captain and one of their reputed chasers. Next thing he knew they were all in the air and the snitch was fluttering around. He tried to follow it and hope for a quick catch to save his chasers too much trouble like the finals four years before.
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Post by Zoe Austen on Oct 30, 2006 15:10:44 GMT
((Ireland are the only ones who go after the quaffle so Kendon catches the quaffle.
Ireland in possession.))
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Post by ivan on Oct 30, 2006 23:24:12 GMT
Ivan realises that he's let his first moment slip through the fingers as he watches the Irish chaser take off down the pitch. His brow furrows as he darts forward trying to catch up with the quaffle-carrying Irishman.
We're not going down like last time. Ivan thinks to himself as he tries to catch the chaser unaware from behind, and grab the quaffle from his grasp.
((Steal the Quaffle))
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Post by kendon on Oct 31, 2006 0:05:59 GMT
When Kendon flew for the quaffle, he noticed that there seemed to be no opposition from the Bulgarian chasers. He found this odd and decided that they either planned to let Ireland get the quaffle first, for reasons he didn't understand, or he was simply to quick for them to even try for the quaffle. Regardless, he sped toward the Bulgarian goalposts, watching for either Troy or Moran to be closeby. The three of them worked best in a tight group, so he expected that they must be close behind, waiting for him to make a move.
After only a few seconds of flying, he felt someone approaching from behind. Expecting it to be one of his teammates, he was surprised to see a large Bulgarian chaser just on his back. With a quick barrel-roll, Kendon tried to lose the chaser. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of green fabric, and he thought that it was Cassidy. Holding the Bulgarian off with his left arm, Kendon tried to fling the quaffle with his free arm, in hopes that Cassidy would quickly snatch it before the Bulgarians could gain possession. Apparantly, they would have to play a little harder than they did four years ago. Bulgaria was ready for them this time, Kendon could tell.
((Pass to Cassidy))
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Post by Zoe Austen on Oct 31, 2006 1:23:30 GMT
((Ivan attempts to go after the quaffle.
Ivan
2+5=7
Kendon
2+2=4
Ivan has the quaffle. Bulgaria in possession.))
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Post by Lana Moran on Oct 31, 2006 1:58:01 GMT
Lana stepped onto the Quidditch Pitch. The matched would start shortly and Lana was determined to do her best. The Irish had beaten Bulgaria before, they could do it again. Lana held her Firebolt tightly as she got on and and waited for the quaffle to be dropped. Second, minutes, days. It just seemed like a very long time. Lana hovered trying to be patient, but it was hard. She wanted the game to begin so badly. She loved around at the rest of the team giving them an encouraging smile. She nodded at her fellow chaser, Cassidy and Kendon. The three were great chasers and they could do well with the points and such. But, the whole team was needed for a win. Lana knew this. She waited for the quaffle to be dropped at she tried to keep her nerves down. Finally it was dropped and the whistle went off. Lana tried to go for the quaffle, but seeing as Kendon was closer and had better access to it, she let him go for it. Lana followed Kendon waiting for the right time to help her team mate out.
However, the Irish didn't have the quaffle for very long. Right when Kendon was about to pass to Cassidy, the quaffle was stolen by a Bulgarian Chaser. Lana scowled and headed after the chaser. She wanted that blasted quaffle. Lana dodged other players and tried her best to steal clear from any bludgers as she neared the chaser. She leaned forward on her Firebolt as she tried to gain speed. Ireland could win this again. Lana knew they could if they tried. One thing she was glad of, is that the finals would be against Spain. Lana knew the Irish probably could hold their own against Spain. Lana neared the chaser as she reached out her hands. She was going to try to get the quaffle with all her strength.
((Trying to Steal the Quaffle))
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Post by andon on Oct 31, 2006 4:19:15 GMT
Andon listened to Krum's pregame speech. As usual, the words were few. However, Andon took heed to Krum's saying that the beaters would need to be bombarding the Irish chasers with as many bludgers as possible. He remembered their last game against them, and their speed was what made it so bloody difficult to hit them. Nonetheless, Andon was focused and ready to give it his best.
Joining the others, he walked out onto the pitch and then mounted his broom, readying himself for the start of the match. Before long, the balls were released and the players were off. Andon hovered for a moment, watching the green and maroon blurs speed by. He simply watched, trying to catch notice of a bludger. Finally, he spotted one and flew toward the mischievous black mass. With his bat poised, he watched as Ivan stole the quaffle from one the male Irish chaser. Deciding that it might be more beneficial to go after someone who would probably go after the quaffle in return, he aimed his swing at the girl who appeared to be trying to regain the quaffle for the Irish. With a hefty follow through, he watched to see if his hit would make contact and reach his target.
((Bludger attack on Lana))
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Post by ivan on Oct 31, 2006 4:41:20 GMT
A sense of elation rushes through Ivan's body as he suddenly finds the quaffle in his hands. However, he recognizes he's heading in the wrong direction. With two Irish chasers on either side of him, Ivan knows that he's going to need some fancy flying.
With a quick pull up on his broom, Ivan loops backwards and begins flying, upside-down towards the Irish Keeper. Ivan keeps his eyes open for his fellow chasers. Spotting Raya open, Ivan lets the quaffle fly with a great heave.
((Pass to Raya))
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Post by Zoe Austen on Oct 31, 2006 5:00:43 GMT
((Lana tries to steal the quaffle.
Lana
1+4=5
Ivan
2+1=3
Lana has the quaffle. Ireland in possession.
Andon tries to hit a bludger.
Andon Contact
2+6=8
Andon hits the bludger. There is a bludger flying at Lana.))
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Post by Lana Moran on Oct 31, 2006 22:07:25 GMT
Lana let out a smile as she stole the quaffle. Yes! She was going to try and get to the Bulgarian Hoops. Lana wanted so badly to win the game. She looked around her for fellow Irish chasers to pass to, but for the time being Lana could see no one. She leaned forwards trying to gain speed. Lana tried to go as fast as she could to the Hoops. Lana dodged players ash she continued to race on.
Lana looked around for one of the other Irish chasers to pass too. Suddenly, Lana thought she saw Kendon. Lana looked past the other players to see if she really had seen the Irish Chaser. However, Lana noticed a bludger heading towards her. She looked at Kendon. She had to pass to him. There was nothing else she could really do but pass and dodge the bludger.
((Dodging the bludger and passing to Kendon))
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Post by ivan on Nov 1, 2006 8:51:46 GMT
You got cocky kid. Ivan berated himself in his head. A scowl crossed his face as he violently swung his broom back towards the Irish chaser who had humiliated him.
"No one makes a fool of Ivan Arnaut!"
Ivan leaned forward on his broom, the wind whipping against his face as he struggled to catch up. Suddenly he sees the pass attempt. Using every ounce of strength he had, he flew forward, trying to intercept the pass.
((Intercept the pass))
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Post by bailey on Nov 1, 2006 14:37:37 GMT
Bailey sat listening to Cassidy's speech before the match. Today was their day, it just had to be.They had worked so hard and come this far it would be a great tribute to Ireland to make it to the finals two World Cups in a row. It would be even better to win two finals in a row but Bailey really didn't want to think about that yet. You look too far into the future and you may not get there, no it was far better to focus on today's match against Bulgaria. When the time came Bailey walked out onto the pitch with her team and flew a lap around; the crowd were screaming as the teams got ready.
Not long into the match a Bulgarian beater managed to hit a bludger square at Lana, who had the quaffle. Within moments her broom sped Bailey beside her teammate and she swung her beater's bat at the bludger.
((Defend Lana and deflect back at Andon))
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Post by Zoe Austen on Nov 1, 2006 20:48:14 GMT
((Lana attempts to pass and Ivan tries to intercept.
Ivan
2+4=6
Lana
1+2=3
Ivan catches the quaffle. Bulgaria in possession.
Bailey tries to defend Lana.
Bailey
1+1=2
Andon
0+6=6
Bailey fails to stop the bludger.
Lana attempts to swerve.
Lana
0+6=6
Andon
0+4=4
Lana swerves and avoids the bludger.
Andon would like to modify his points to 1-1-0 for the remainder of the game.))
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Post by kendon on Nov 1, 2006 22:34:39 GMT
Kendon gritted his teeth as the Bulgarian chaser grabbed the quaffle from his hands. Then, he watch as Lana managed to steal it back. Happy, he flew nearby so that she had him as an outlet pass if she would need it.
Soon, he saw one of the Bulgarian beaters send a bludger toward Lana. She needed to pass the quaffle, he could tell. He saw her make eye contact, and then watched as she threw it his way. Unfortunatly, Kendon had to avoid the same bludger that was headed for Lana, and his slowed speed allowed the same Bulgarian chaser to intercept Lana's pass. Spinning around, he looked over to see if Lana had managed to avoid the bludger. Luckily she had. Glad that neither of them were hit, he rushed forward trying to get the quaffle back. With a swift arm movement, he tried punching it free from the Bulgarian's grip.
((Trying to steal the quaffle from Ivan))
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Post by rayaquid on Nov 2, 2006 4:54:08 GMT
Raya had listened intently to Victor's speech before the game. He was right, we needed to do more than we did the last time, we needed to beat them, in points and in catching the snitch. When Victor finished his speech she flew out on the pitch shortly after him, ready to help take the victory for Bulgaria.
Raya watched as Ireland got first possession of the quaffle, then Bulgaria, she readied herself for the pass, but the quaffle was stolen before the pass could be made. Darn Irish! Raya chased after the Irish chaser that had the quaffle, then had to make a sudden u-turn as Ivan regained possession. She stayed close, yet gave herself some distance between the two, just to let Ivan know she was there.
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Post by ivan on Nov 2, 2006 7:56:18 GMT
Now Ivan, no screw ups this time. Be smart.
Ivan knew that changing direction would take too much time and give the Irish another chance to steal the quaffle. He pondered his option in his head, when suddenly a flash of colour caught his eye.
Raya's open, and ready to head off towards the goal.
Ivan tossed the quaffle towards Raya, and immediately set to turning around, keeping his eyes on those pesky Irish chasers and making sure he was open in case Raya needed to pass back to him.
((Pass to Raya))
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Post by troy on Nov 2, 2006 22:37:46 GMT
The Ireland locker room was quiet expect for the sound of the players getting changed. Cassidy was never all that nervous before a game, but this was the World Cup. So of course she would feel butterflies in her stomach. Tying the last knot of her boots she grabbed her broom and stood up before the team. "All I want from each one of you is to play your hardest. Not that you guy don't, but today is no expectation. Ireland has played Bulgaria before and won, so what can't we do the same again? Yes, they have Victor Krum, but that’s just one player. A team isn't distinguished just by one famous player, but everyone who contributes. If we lose this game today, we'll leave the field with our heads high, and our hard word and dedication on the field. Have faith and love for the sport and it will take you away to greatest heights. Now let’s go out there and show Bulgaria what we have!" Cassidy cheered smiling as she walked out of the locker room and out on the Quidditch field. She shook hands with Victor and mounted her broom in the air.
((Sorry my speech is a bit late. ))
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