retired_satishgraj

Just read through the whole thread just now, I'm totally hooked! I hope you solve your save file corruption problem. If not, I hope you write another FM story at least.

retired_venomm

Thanks for the kind words alexgary!

Yeah, I already have an idea for a new story should I not find a way to fix my save game. I will do everything I can though to keep this one going first though

retired_venomm

25th June, 2010 – England v Turkey

The most important match of my managerial career faced me today, an extremely tough test against Turkey. The situation was that if we drew, it was likely we would be finding ourselves flying home first thing tomorrow. If we win, then ideally it needs to be by more than one goal as that would force us above Turkey on goal difference, guaranteeing us a place in the Second Round. It was an uphill task, but everybody knew what was expected them, as did the huge crowd of 94,985 devoted supporters – this game was going to be remembered for a long time - in a bad way too for either England, Turkey or Chile.

The game began and before we knew it, we had a glorious chance. Nobody had fully settled when John Terry hoofed the ball out of defence only 3 minutes into the match, his clearance was more a ‘anywhere away from our area is good enough’ effort, yet Wayne Rooney had been hovering around the half way line and was quicker to react than the Turkish defenders/ He sprinted behind them while they tried to catch up and chased the ball towards the corner flag. He controlled it and turned to face goal, pushed it a little in front of himself to put his marker on the back foot so he could run at him, which he did. He approached Irteguan Bekir and did what I think was 3 step-overs, the final one was the one that convinced Bekir to dive in, only to find the ball gone and Rooney past him he was approaching the 6 yard box from a narrow angle with only the keeper to beat. He side footed a curler to the far post, which it clipped, making a high pitched ping and found its way in! It was the start I could only have dreamed of, we were in front and the game had only just begun, we were now level on points and goal difference with Turkey as it stands – however they were still leading the group on goals scored. What made the tension even more unbareable was the news from the other match in our group, Chile scored at almost the exact same time as we did – they also now found themselves on 6 points! I could tell already that today was going to be like the agonising final days of the league season for the teams fighting to avoid relegation that I had witnessed on TV so many times.

Just before the half time break we doubled our lead, a goal from the edge of the penalty area from Frank Lampard after a poor attempt at a clearance from Emre had landed at his feet. That’s how the match stayed until half time, 2-0 to England. I had to wait until we reached the dressing room to know the situation of the other match that Chile were playing in, unbelievable they were 3-0 up against Japan already. That meant that we were now leading the group, Chile were second and Turkey (who had gone into today’s game as top of the group) were now sitting in third place – not qualifying, even though we were all level on points. I sent the players out for the second half and stayed in the dressing room, trying to prepare myself to go back out – 45 minutes of play separated us from either a glorious qualification achievement or a disastrous 3rd place which would no doubt anger the England fans, leaving me without a job before too long.

I eventually convinced myself to walk back out, the second half had already begun by the time I did so. I had just made it to my seat in time to see what I hoped wasn’t true, Belozoglu Emre had made up for his earlier mistake, blasting an unstoppable long range effort past Scott Carson, stretching the net in a way that looks brilliant if the goal is for your side, but horrific if it isn’t – a roar went around the stadium and Turkey were alive again, to make matters worse, even though we were winning the game, we were now in 3rd place, as Chile had come out and scored from the kickoff, extending their lead to 4-0 against Japan. It was all going wrong, horribly wrong and I could feel myself getting restless. I was out on the sideline, yelling instructions, waving my arms around like a madman – I’m not usually like this, but it was too important to sit back and let things happen, I needed to be in control of the situation and the events that were unfolding.

I instructed the staff on the bench that I didn’t want to know what was going on in the other game, though I had an idea that I wouldn’t be able to avoid any news that came in if any of the crowd were receiving information on their cell phones or radios or whatever it is they use these days.

The game went on and on, being horribly uneventful - the sort of game that could very easily be seen as boring – but somehow it wasn’t. Possession was being given away cheaply, world class players weren’t able to control simple passes, keepers weren’t catching the balls that came across, it was probably the most nerve wracking sporting occasion I have ever witnessed, let alone been involved in.

The match was decided by a moment of pure genius, only 7 minutes from time. The goal scorer picked the ball up on the right wing - extremely out of position - and ran past the winger covering on that side, he had 20-30 yards of open pitch to run into, he brought the ball forward, skipped past the challenge of the back-tracking centre midfielder before getting his toe on the ball just in time to knock it in between the two centre backs, jumped over the missed challenges coming in from either side, stumbled on his landing and prodded the ball with the outside of his right boot through the goalkeepers legs and right down the middle of the goal. The fans went absolutely bananas, like nothing I had ever heard – the players ran to the corner flag and flattened the scorer in a huge bundle of an ever increasing number of players – followed by substitutes and staff members piling on top, he had more or less guaranteed qualification for his team. It was probably the most important, if not the best individual effort that Wayne Rooney would ever score! Turkey instantly looked like a broken team, shattered, one of their centre backs thumped the pitch before getting up and the goalkeeper had his glove covered hands on the back of his head in disbelief, it really was the sort of goal that everybody would love to score at the World Cup, and right at the most important time too. Wayne Rooney had won qualification for England in a moment of what can only be described as absolute brilliance.

The result had been great for us and disastrous for Turkey, who found themselves in 3rd place come the end of the day thanks to the result in the Chile v Japan game. We won the group, even after a terrible first game, and when things like this happen, especially the way they had today, I had to feel that somebody was on our side!

Final group standings:

<pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">GROUP A GROUP B Pos Inf Team P W D L F A GD Pts Pos Inf Team P W D L F A GD Pts1st Q Brazil 3 2 1 0 6 2 +4 7 1st Q Croatia 3 2 0 1 5 2 +3 6 2nd Q Ukraine 3 0 3 0 3 3 0 3 2nd Q Portugal 3 2 0 1 4 1 +3 63rd Italy 3 0 2 1 2 4 -2 2 3rd Costa Rica 3 1 0 2 1 4 -3 34th Cameroon 3 0 2 1 1 3 -2 2 4th Mali 3 1 0 2 1 4 -3 3GROUP C GROUP D Pos Inf Team P W D L F A GD Pts Pos Inf Team P W D L F A GD Pts1st Q Nigeria 3 3 0 0 9 0 +9 9 1st Q Germany 3 3 0 0 7 3 +4 92nd Q Czech Rep 3 1 1 1 3 5 -2 4 2nd Q South Africa 3 1 1 1 3 3 0 43rd Sweden 3 1 0 2 4 6 -2 3 3rd Colombia 3 0 2 1 2 3 -1 24th South Korea 3 0 1 2 3 8 -5 1 4th Mexico 3 0 1 2 2 5 -3 1GROUP E GROUP F Pos Inf Team P W D L F A GD Pts Pos Inf Team P W D L F A GD Pts1st Q U.S.A 3 3 0 0 7 1 +6 9 1st Q Holland 3 3 0 0 6 1 +5 92nd Q Argentina 3 1 1 1 4 3 +1 4 2nd Q Serbia 3 2 0 1 4 3 +1 63rd Spain 3 0 2 1 1 3 -2 2 3rd Paraguay 3 1 0 2 3 4 -1 34th China 3 0 1 2 1 6 -5 1 4th Iran 3 0 0 3 1 6 -5 0GROUP G GROUP H Pos Inf Team P W D L F A GD Pts Pos Inf Team P W D L F A GD Pts1st Q ENGLAND 3 2 0 1 6 2 +4 6 1st Q Russia 3 2 0 1 3 3 0 62nd Q Chile 3 2 0 1 7 5 +2 6 2nd Q Ivory Coast 3 1 1 1 6 3 +3 43rd Turkey 3 2 0 1 6 5 +1 6 3rd France 3 1 1 1 3 2 +1 44th Japan 3 0 0 3 2 9 -7 0 4th Australia 3 1 0 2 2 6 -4 3</pre>

The final standings of the groups in the World Cup produced several huge surprises, thankfully though, England was not one of them! I was relieved and incredibly grateful for my player’s effort and determination to make this possible. Also, as an added boost, a lot of the early favourites had fell at the first hurdle; Italy, Sweden, Spain, France and Australia, all teams that I thought would do pretty well here were all out. The Second Round fixtures would look like this:

<pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Portugal v BrazilUkraine v CroatiaNigeria v South AfricaGermany v Czech RepublicSerbia v U.S.AHolland v ArgentinaIvory Coast v ENGLANDChile v Russia</pre>

Due to the final standings, it is highly possible that a surprise team could go all the way this year, who it would be though is anybodies guess. The Second Round draw didn’t look too bad for us, it could have been worse, but Ivory Coast are not the pushovers they used to be. We would have to be on our game, but I was far more confident about it than I had been about winning today. Finally I could relax for a while!

retired_venomm

29th June, 2010 – Ivory Coast v England

The trip to the Johannesburg Stadium (naturally in Johnnesburg) was a joyful one, the players were confident and I believe all the staff were too. This was a game that we should in truth be winning. However the Ivory Coast have become a far greater force over recent years and now boast a whole array of well known players in their ranks; Didier Drogba and Saloman Kalou represent Chelsea, Emmanuel Eboue and Kolo Toure are still in Arsenal colours, and of course Kolo's skillful brother Yaya Toure in midfield has certainly been making a name for himself, currently playing his football in Serie A with Milan.

The stadium wasn't as large as I expected it to be, only seating around 37,000 supporters today. They were to witness a thriller though. Although we were heavy favourites to win the match, the Ivory Coast had everything to play for, getting this far alone was a wonderful achievement for them and they had nothing to lose now – and an opponent with nothing to lose is nearly always a very dangerous one.

The first goal came in the 17th minute, Steven Gerrard whipped a corner into the six yard box which Frank Lampard ran powerfully onto and headed the ball unstoppably past Cisse in goal. England were in front early on and things were all going to plan.

We continued the same style and during what looked like a promising attack, Joe Cole gave the ball away on the left had side. Kolo Toure looked up and hit a high crossfield ball behind Glen Johnson on the right hand side and Baky Kone had space in front of him and time to deliver a decent cross. He fizzed it low into the area, looking for the run of Didier Drogba who had stormed forward like a wild, hungry animal animal. Rio Ferdinand dove in heroically attempting to clear the ball into touch, miss-kicked it and lay flat on his back with his hands over his face as the ball found its way into the near post and across the line. The sheer presence of Drogba had forced a mistake and the Ivory Coast were well and truly back in the game now it was all square, and that is how it would remain until half time.

The second half began with what has to be the most bizarre 2 minutes of play I have ever seen. The Ivory Coast shockingly managed to take the lead, a corner from Dindane was volleyed in spectacularly by Guy Demel from just outside the area, the routine looked very well practised - ready to be used against an unsuspecting victim, and it had worked exactly to plan. What followed only 2 minutes later was just unbelievable, Guy Demel went from hero to villain as he tried to cut out a pass aimed for Wayne Rooney, got his leg to it, only to lift it sweetly right over his own goalkeepers head and into the vacant net. He had scored twice in quick succession at different ends of the pitch and from the panic of going 2-1 down, we found ourselves level without even having added another shot to our tally.

The game was decided 8 minutes from time, Wayne Rooney drove forward into the penalty area and was tripped by Kolo Toure just inside the box. It was a clear cut penalty, nobody from the Ivory Coast protested the decision, it wasn't enough to earn Toure a yellow card, but it was definitely a trip inside the area. The responsibility would rest on the shoulders of Owen Hargreaves to see England into the World Cup quarter finals. He breathed out heavily, puffing his cheeks and began his run up. The goalkeeper guessed the right way and parried the ball back out, what a fantastic save, unfortunately for him though the ball went straight out to Michael Owen who was on hand to tap it back where it had come from with no pressure what so ever. The crowd went from expectant, to dismayed to joyous in the space of a few seconds. England only had to hold on for a few minutes and they would make it through, not convincingly, but it doesn't matter how you get there.

We had to put up with a hell of a lot of pressure in the dying stages, I think 4 chances were made by the Ivory Coast in injury time alone, all of which were on target too and kept out by Scott Carson, who won the Man of the Match award for his late individual stand against the constant onslaught. We had somehow made it, we were starting to look like the England from 2006 now though, struggling to get results against inferior opposition, and that really wasn't going to help us against our next opponents!

<pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Second Round Results Quater Final DrawPortugal 0 v 1 Brazil Brazil v GermanyUkraine p 0 v 0 Croatia Ukraine v NigeriaNigeria 2 v 0 South Africa U.S.A v ChileGermany p 1 v 1 Czech Republic Argentina v ENGLANDSerbia 0 v 1 U.S.AHolland 2 v 3 ArgentinaIvory Coast 2 v 3 ENGLANDChile 1 v 0 Russia</pre>

So our next opponents would be Argentina, a daunting task, a team full of individual brilliance. Lionel Messi was living up to his label as the new Maradona with Barcelona, he had been in sensational form last season, which he had carried into this tournament and was ripping teams apart with his pace and mazy runs. It would be the first time in this tournament that we weren't the favourites going into the match, it was a strange feeling, but a reassuring one. The pressure was all on them to produce, and hopefully we could take advantage of that. The weaker sides that have made it through were really giving themselves a chance too, the way the teams had qualified meant that the winner of our game and Brazil v Germany would clash in a semi final epic, leaving one of the outsiders a route to the final, there was going to be an unexpected team there no matter what happened.

retired_acivin

haha..I was sooo hoping that England would be kicked out after their first loss. :p But good job on keeping their hopes alive!
I feel terribly sorry for Turkey though, but I guess Chile's emphatic win sealed their fate.

Well, the QF seems tricky. Good luck against one of the arch rivals!

P.S: I am very surprised at Nigeria's performance so far! Won all their games, without conceding, albeit against sorry weaker opponents!. As far as numbers go, I think they should come out on top. But footie is very unpredictable.

retired_venomm

Hi prince_capri, thanks for the support! Poor Turkey, oh well never mind

Yeah Nigeria have been extremely surprising, they're doing far better than I thought they would even with a fairly poor squad.

retired_venomm

3rd July, 2010 – Argentina v England

So here we are, once again England meet Argentina in the later stages of the World Cup, this time the quarter finals. It is an occasion that can't be ignored by anybody, there is so much history between these two sides, including the infamous incredible individual goal and the Hand of God incident by a certain Diego Maradona, and David Beckham beginning a long arc from recklessness and public hate to Euphoria through getting his revenge from the penalty spot in more recent years. There was always going to be a certain tension between the two sides, and you could bet your life that neither team were going to lose this game without putting up a hell of a fight. It wasn't just the chance to play in a World Cup semi final against either Brazil or Germany, it was also a chance to be part of the long running rivalry between these two great footballing nations.

59,974 supporters turned up to this match in Cape Town, I believe that left only 26 seats vacant in the whole stadium, and I imagine those people were only held up by probably life threatening circumstances, this wasn't the sort of game you would miss voluntarily. The atmosphere was one of expectation, promise and the fear of failure. The crowd seemed fairly evenly split in numbers but as always I imagine England had far more than their fair share of fans in here today. The prices and people were paying to get in were astronomical according to the reports I had heard on an English news channel earlier today, black market sales were apparently getting towards £400 pet ticket, £400! It's crazy, it really is. I can't imagine what's going to happen if there is a moment of controversy, looking around the stadium there doesn't seem to be anywhere near enough security to sort out what could be a huge problem if today were to be like any of the other meetings between these two sides. Who am I kidding? All of this is just adding to the excitement of the occasion, an occasion that couldn't begin soon enough for anybody!

We pressurised them early on, Wayne Rooney having a shot from just inside the area turned away and behind by the tackle of Pablo Zabaleta in the opening couple of minutes, the resulting corner didn't clear the first man and things settled down again. Lionel Messi picked up the ball just inside his own half and started what looked like a brilliant run, going past Gerrard, then Lampard, but eventually being halted in his tracks by a strong challenge from John Terry. Messi was going to be a trouble maker today, there is no doubt about it, I gave Owen Hargreaves the role of man marking him, following him around wherever he went to try and keep him out of the game.

Our second chance also fell to Wayne Rooney, who had the ball around 30 yards out. There was a fair amount of movement in the box, Michael Owen and Frank Lampard were all fighting their way around the area trying to get in good positions, checking back and then making new runs trying to give him something to aim at. The Argentinian defenders had our players pretty well watched though, they didn't have any space and all Rooney could do was take a few steps forward and hope the situation changed, which it didn't. Instead he opted to hit the ball hopefully from just outside the D on the 18 yard box, it was going to be an easy save for Oscar Ustari, but Gabriel Heinze's outstretched boot wrong footed the young goalkeeper and he was beaten. It was physically impossible for him to change direction quickly enough and all he could do was watch the ball roll into the left hand side of the goal while he tried to regain balance on the right. England were in front after 5 minutes of play, a fluke and a half from a wicked deflection but we'll take it!

Nobody would ever write off Argentina, however the task on our hands was eased significantly in the 18th minute of play when Pablo Zabaleta dived in with a two-footed challenge on Frank Lampard. The challenge didn't hurt our player but it was deemed as highly dangerous by referee Eduardo Iturralde Gonzalez and Zabaleta looked up in horror to see the card in his hand was red. The England fans around the stadium cheered excitedly, we were 1-0 up and Argentina had to play the remaining 72 minutes with only 10 men. I got out of my seat and pulled a few players over to hand out a few instructions. I wanted our side to slow the game right down and keep the ball, making their men chase the game and tiring them out, using our extra man advantage to the full.

To be fair to Argentina, they didn't change their game plan in the slightest and even though we dominated the possession, they created far more chances than we did. Lionel Messi was constantly running at our defenders on the edge of the penalty area, I really hate it when a player like him does that, it's only a matter of time before a defender gets it wrong and they have a chance from the penalty spot.

We held on brilliantly, finding ourselves pushed back constantly, I don't know how they managed it, but Argentina were really getting a lot of shots in on goal, Scott Carson had kept some shots out that looked destined to find their way in, he would surely be crowned man of the match if he kept this up, either him or Lionel Messi was a guaranteed certainty for the honour today.

The game went into injury time and Argentina had everyone forward for what would probably be the last corner of the game, including their goalkeeper. Gonzalo Higuain, World Player of the Year for the last 2 seasons, floated the ball across, it was headed out of danger by John Terry. The ball dropped around 25 yards out to Carlos Tevez who had been waiting patiently on the edge of the area. He volleyed it, it flew through everyone, there must have been 15 players in the box at that time and somehow it missed them all. It found its way all the way through and agony sounded across the stands as the ball flew back out off the right post. Scott Carson was beaten, but we had been saved by the upright in the dying seconds. It was a real heart-stopping of a moment and when the ball was put out of play by Rio Ferdinand, the final whistle sounded.

England had done it! We had beaten Argentina and would face Brazil in the semi final of the World Cup. Tactically, to be fair, I think I was way off today. Argentina were ripping us apart even with a man less on the field and it was only pure determination from our back line that prevented them from snatching an equaliser, plus a fair amount of luck right at the end. I still firmly believe that after seeing the ball come back out off the post as it did, the way we beat the Ivory Coast and the lucky way which we had qualified from our group in the first place - the Gods were with us. If we could somehow push Brazil aside in the semi-final, I had no doubt that we could very well take the cup home this year – we would be streets ahead of the other team we would meet in the final in terms of quality and I was really starting to fancy our chances. 2010 could be our year!

<pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Second Round Results Semi Final DrawBrazil e 2 v 1 Germany Brazil v EnglandUkraine 0 v 1 Nigeria Nigeria v U.S.AU.S.A 5 v 0 ChileArgentina 0 v 1 ENGLAND</pre>

retired_satishgraj

Get in there my son! Stick to the Argies!

Glad you have managed to continue the story. You haven't had the easiest path through the knockout stages have you? Good luck against Brazil.

Bring it home!

retired_venomm

Thanks for the support alexgary! Very grateful.

Yeah it does seem that I have managed to rescue what I thought was a corrupt save, multiple resaving under different names eventually got the game to go past the glitch date, wether or not it is a permanent fix - I don't know yet, but it's certainly fixed in the short run

I'm going to put the Brazil game up in 2 seperate posts, mainly because the story for it is a little longer and I've been trying to keep my posts to a nice readable length a bit more lately as apposed to the previous page.

retired_venomm

6th July, 2010 – Brazil v England – First Half

The World Cup final, the biggest match any player or coach could ever be involved with in world football is only one game away. All we need is one passionate performance, one show of brilliance and ultimately – one win to find ourselves participants in the biggest game played in the last four years.

What can I say about Brazil? There is only one thing that can really be said about them – brilliant. They announced their starting line up a long time before kick off. They would be playing Felipe in goal, a young 22 year old keeper currently playing his club football with Villarreal. Their back line is a strong, and also a very attacking one. Daniel Alves, Adriano, Lucio and Alex, all players that are well known by anyone who follows the game these days. Their midfield is nothing short of frightening. In the defensive midfield role they are playing Mozart, he has only recently become involved with the national team, aged 30, but is highly experienced and a tough battler. They are playing a flat midfield with wingers in front of him, consisting of Robinho on the left, Elano on the right and Kaka and Ronaldinho in the middle, free to roam around the pitch as they please. Of course, Adriano is playing as a lone striker.

We had some terrible news only a couple of hours ago, Michael Owen will not be fit to play after pulling a muscle while warming up. Scott Carson, my young first choice goalkeeper has also damaged his wrist. The physiotherapists have said that he shouldn't be played but the kid has said he wants to be invovled and will play through the pain. It is a risk that I am willing to take, but how much of a risk is it to have a goalkeeper with a damaged wrist starting from the beginning? I guess we will soon find out. Other than the injury to Michael Owen, I named an unchanged starting line up consisting of Carson, Johnson, A.Cole, Terry, Ferdinand, Gerrard, J.Cole, Lampard, Hargreaves, Rooney and Defoe – my choice to replace Michael Owen up front today. I felt Defoe was the most similar option I had to the man we were missing, so the change in personnel wouldn't need a totally different system just to accommodate a different sort of striker.

I think I will always remember the walk as we made our way onto the pitch at Ellis Park, 64,997 people were packed into the stadium, cheering and shouting, clearly loving the occasion and looking forward to the match. The players stood proud singing their national anthems, they greeted each other and the officials and took their positions on the field, seeming to be standing around talking to each other for a long time before the referee decided it was time for the battle to begin.

Brazil kicked off, Kaka played the ball to Ronaldinho who played it back to Adriano. A huge roar went around the stadium, the match was under way, the moment that all the fans and players alike had been waiting for was finally here. There always seems to be huge excitement when these two teams meet, I think that is because both sides play at their best when playing fast, attacking football. If that was what the fans had come to see today, they weren't going to be disappointed!

Brazil started well, coming forward extremely quickly right from the kick off, Adriano played a beautiful long ball up field from left back and Ronaldinho controlled it exquisitely before smashing the shot only a couple of inches over the cross bar, less than a minute into the match. It was an early warning sign that Brazil meant business, and Ronaldinho looked really in the mood for it today, already sporting his daft grin in appreciation of the pass from Adriano and the apparent ease which they had already opened us up. Thankfully though, we fired our own warning sign directly after. John Terry found Wayne Rooney on the right hand side of the Brazil area, he whipped a cross in that Jermain Defoe had no chance of reaching due to the height advantage of the Brazilian centre backs, they headed the ball out and Owen Hargreaves hit a first time volley with the outside of his boot which curled away from the goalkeeper and a couple of feet wide. It had worried Felipe though, he was scrambling across his line, clearly not sure if the shot was on target or not. It was just the sort of start that a neutral fan would have loved to see.

Ronaldinho was playing out of his skin, doing tricks, picking out perfect passes and hitting shots that were going dangerously close. He burst through our defence after showing some quick feet to knock the ball past John Terry and to get round him, not many players seem to be able to shrug off John Terry but Ronaldinho made it look easy! He was one on one with Scott Carson to put Brazil in front, he steadied himself, leaned back and attempted a right foot curler to the far post, the young England goalkeeper spread himself like a starfish and kept the ball out with his right thigh. It was a great save, but another worrying moment. If we gave Brazil too many chances like that, we would soon find ourselves behind and in trouble, it was only a matter of time at this rate.

The only way I could think to defend against this constant attacking drive from Brazil was to try and absorb it, playing deeper with more of a counter attack approach. They were doing unbelievable things with the ball, delicate close range passing, long passes, step overs, dribbling at pace, long range efforts on target and short range chances that we were only just clearing in time. It was hell to be an English fan during the first half, it really was. After our opening chance for Hargreaves in the 3rd minute, we had created absolutely nothing. We ended the first half on the back foot, forced into our own penalty area like a pathetic mouse cornered by an aggressive cat, we were struggling for our lives, living dangerously and knowing that one bad move could so very easily be our last. In truth, I have no idea how we made it through to half time with a clean sheet. We were going to need a miracle to stand any chance of winning this one.