Gameweek 8 sees the launch of the latest team competition for the Fantasy Football Scout community organised by FFS UEFA. Following the success of last season’s ICC-themed cricket tournament, the group have created FFS Beach Soccer World Cup 2013, with 16 teams, each comprised of 11 players, competing for the crown.
If you’re new to the concept and are wondering just what all the chatter has been about, here’s a link to their site which will help explain matters in a little more detail.
Essentially, the scoring is based around the Fantasy Premier League (FPL) game.
Each team started scouting for players (ie, FPL managers) on Sunday, October 6 and the recruitment period will come to a close on Wednesday, October 16, with the roster of team players announced on Thursday, October 17.
The teams are led by a captain and vice-captain and guided by a manager, who decide which seven of their 11 players to field each week – depending on the perceived prospects of their FPL line-ups -and which four to bench. Their overall FPL scores for the Gameweek, with hits taken into account, will form the team’s score that week – by outscoring their opponents, they chalk up a win.
The first match in Gameweek 8 will be no more than a friendly before the main event gets underway the following weekend. This sees the 16 teams compete in four groups of four between Gameweek 9 and 11 – the top two teams from each group will progress to the knockout stages, where sides square up in a head-to-head elimination process from Gameweek 12 until the final in Gameweek 15. For anyone looking for further information on how the tournament works, click here for extra details.
Over the past few days, the tournament has become a popular topic on our site as the recruitment drive gets underway. As a result, we have created this article to keep discussion on the tournament to one particular place – we’ll ensure the article is kept featured at the top of the homepage, thus making it easier to find for those already involved or looking to do so.
Good luck to all those taking part.
10 years, 7 months ago
::::: TEAM BRAZIL EMERGENCY PRESS CONFERENCE :::::
The bustling crowd of hastily gathered reporters sit with fertile anticipation and fevered brows, anxious to uncover just what actually happened on this ill fated night...*
Today was deadline day for the squad submission... but that was several hours ago now... and Zepinho is still nowhere to be found...
Suddenly an announcement is heard over the tannoy...
"... Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the stage weighing in at 149 pounds... rated by many as the best pound for pound manager of the last decade... with 219 wins, ALL of them coming by way of crushing knockout, and only 27 defeats, this man has won every competition he has ever entered, has held every title known to man, essentially he is...
THE UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD....
THE ONE, THE ONLY....
ZZZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
*The doors blast open... a grand entrance beckons...
... but wait... nothing.... no one is there... the announcer claws at his tightly fitting collared shirt with an uncomfortable peripheral gaze towards the door...
The crowd having been awestruck by such an overbearing and overblown introduction now up on their feet frozen, stood there in silence, all rubbernecking toward the entrance door, and all clamouring to catch the first glimpse, to see the great man himself in person...
Suddenly a loud noise is heard in the distance... one reporter exclaims, "the sound is coming for just beyond the door, he's here, he's finally here... AHHH I'M SOOO EXCITED"
The reporter was right, the sound was coming from beyond the grand entrance... it was the sound of bickering voices... the sound gets progressively louder... louder still...
AND WITH A SUDDEN BANG...
In falls Zepinho... absolutely legless...stumbling all over the place... alongside him, hand in hand with Zepinho, three of his most beautiful bikini clad Brazilian beach soccer babes, doing the best they can to keep him upright as they guide him over the the table...
Zepinho unable to hold himself up, stumbles across to his seat with the helps of his assistants... and in the most ungraceful way collapses into the chair, barely managing to stay upright...
Without any hesitation, an impatient reporter leaps up and asks... "so Mr Zepinho, did we have a good night last night?
Zepinho, peering through his still triple glazing beer goggles looks towards the looks-way-hotter-than-she-actually-is reporter, calmly and slowly mumbles, "I.. eh.. can't remember too much about anything last night... eh... what time is it?"
In a desperate attempt to save face and lighten up the mood, one of the bikini clad hotties told the reporter a story..."Mr Zepinho probably can't remember this, but I can tell you one thing that happened last night... he ran up to this huge biker dude, and shouted AHH HAGRID, YOU'RE REAL!!!"
"Oh my God," gasped the reporter... "what did the biker do?"
"He hugged him...", replied the bikini clad hottie, in somewhat anti climactic fashion...
Zepinho interrupts, "Ah, that explains the faint scent of shite on my clothes"...
The bikini clad hotties all look at each other smirking and grimacing, but giving nothing away...
"Any other stories to tell?" asked another reporter almost patronizingly, obviously not amused by what he was seeing here...
The bikini clad hottie answers... "Yes there is another one I can tell you about... he kidnapped a cat we found in the street, and stuffed it in to a pillow... shouting.. it's a pillow, it's a pet... it's a PILLOW PET!!!"
As if in disbelief at what he just heard, Zepinho put his head in his hands... seconds later he proceeds to vomit all over the floor... at seeing this the crowd start to vomit all over each other, the stench in this place is just awful... was this the apocalypse?
He wipes his mouth... and gets ready to speak...
"... Ah there, that's much better... I'm OK now... I'm ready to get down to business... I will speak, and there will be no further questions..."
"... It is true that I have missed the deadline, but you see this was all part of my Masterplan... I can't tell you anything about that just yet, you will see...
"... What I can say is this... I had a very difficult decision to make with regards to my final bench spot, and it seems that fate has chosen for me..."
"... Having spoken with my C and VC, Louisão and Berbilinho, I had already resolved to bench Zero Gravitinho, Yossinho, and Chrissy Dunga anyway for various reasons which I will not discuss here, and then either Megatronaldinho or Pratikaka taking the final bench spot..."
"... The last decision came down to whether or not we thought the Aguero differential that Mega had would be a good or a bad thing for us, depending entirely on how we saw the Chelsea-Citeh game going... but alas that final decision was taken out of my hands... hopefully a good omen for us..."
"... I have to admit that I was rather fortuitous in that the guys that were benched by default were the ones we had chosen to bench anyway... (in line with the rules of the tournament the bottom 4 teams will be benched in case of a missed deadline squad submission)..."
"... I will endeavour to never let this happen again... I am truly sorry to everyone who I've let down, and especially to Pratikaka, who might feel most hard done by this..."
"... Good luck to everyone involved this week..."
"... I have nothing more to say to you people..."
Without a moments notice, Zepinho is gone...
END....