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the phantom · 06-11-2012, 11:52 AM

Group A @ Michel Delving

The hobbits were a bit surprised by the proposed start-times for round 2- they were later than they were used to, particularly considering their team was playing against Angband. It’s always been a tradition of “goodie” teams to force Orcs, Balrogs, etc. into playing early in the day, but admittedly this wasn’t a traditional Shire team, as it included Khamul, Nazgul #6, Golfimbul, and The Barrow-Wight.

Another way in which the Hobbits were breaking a trend- they weren’t anti Tol In Gaurhoth for the moment. Hobbits have shown a notable dislike for the Werewolves over the past few years, but they didn’t seem fussed about allowing them to play in the afternoon instead of the morning against The Downer. Some of the hobbits were set to openly root for the Wolves, as that would leave The Downer with nothing to play for in their final match against Shire-Bree United.

And so it was that the first match of the day wasn’t started until the sun was well past its high-point (which left the hobbits with plenty of time to eat multiple breakfasts and a lunch or two). There was the usual rambunctious herd of TIG fans in the arena, but the comfortable padded chairs were mostly filled by locals, partly because The Downer’s fan-base was many of the same Wights that supported TIG so faithfully. But if there was any question of loyalty, it was answered by the shirts and banners which largely ignored the existence of The Downer. Tol In Gaurhoth obviously came first in their hearts.

But The Downer did draw plenty of cheering during the first half as they unexpectedly went toe-to-toe with the famed Wolves and Wights of Tol In Gaurhoth. If there is one area in which TIG has excelled through the years, it would be in the realm of intimidation- but The Downer is famously fearless, to the point of stupidity. The half-insane rascals of The Downer fear no player, referee, crowd, or challenge, and meet all obstacles with reckless energy, and absolutely nothing else at times.

But today they had a plan, devised by captain Hookbill no doubt, which was to pester the heck out of TIG. Even the smaller and more frail members, such as Burnt Bert, who is little more than a stack of bones, followed TIG Wolves around gamely, chatting nonstop and grinning foolishly. And sadly for fans of the game, it worked. SallyWight, GaladriWight, and PhantomWolf in particular were soon more interested in cracking jokes than playing, while NilpWolf, AganWight, and NerWight were visibly angry and annoyed by The Downer and lost all sense of focus.

After a somewhat successful showing in the early going TIG’s game turned into a mess and The Downer owned the ball more and more as the first half progressed, but they still posed no serious threat. They booted a couple balls ShastaWolf’s direction almost to pacify the crowd it would seem. At the other end NogWolf and LegateWight were pretty well by themselves in executing and trying to make things happen, and so it was no surprise that the half ended at 0-0.

When the second half started it was pretty obvious that the Wolves had received some stern words at the half, for they were all sharply focused on the task at hand. An early corner was very nearly converted by AganWight, and just a minute later SallyWight forced another save.

The determined Wolves finally broke through in minute 52 when BoroWight hung a ball up over the middle just begging for one of the Wolves up front to make a play, and PhantomWolf did- a thunderous bicycle, and TIG was in front!

But The Downer had continued with their first-half tactics, and they were set to pay off. The Wolves and Wights that had been happily distracted the first half had been snapped back into focus, but those that had been severely annoyed and angered, among them BoroWight, were just getting angrier. And at last, BoroWight snapped.

Hookbill himself had been focusing on BoroWight, ribbing him about his substandard predictions on the first round, and about the Detroit Lions’ lack of Super Bowl appearances, and particularly about his love life. “In fact, I’m fairly certain your dog is the only thing that loves you!” Hookbill could be heard shouting as he received the ball and sent it back over to Lalwende. “But that’s only because you feed him! Stop that and I bet he’d eat you and think nothing of it!”

BoroWight closed in on Hookbill, intending to do something sly, like step on his shoe-laces, but Hookbill continued his treatment. “I hear you’re such a lazy bastard you’re making Phantom write your match report this round.” At that BoroWight forgot his previous intentions and bodied up on Hookbill, putting his knee none to gently into his hip briefly and whispering, “One… more… word…”

Hookbill flashed a grin and continued. “Sorry, old chap- never mind what I said about that dog of yours- Max, is it? There’s no way he could ever eat you. Not since I had Alien drive past your place this morning and toss him an arsenic-laced bone, ha ha!”

Throwing aside all decorum BoroWight threw an obvious right hook, which connected with Hookbill’s face- but not as hard as BoroWight hoped, as Hookbill was already in motion, flinging himself into a flailing cartwheel so that the refs would be certain to spot the blow.

And it was the cartwheel that did it, for indeed the men with the cards hadn’t spotted the punch, but they certainly saw that something had happened, and jogging over to investigate the mark on Hookbill’s cheekbone was clear enough to send BoroWight off- and frankly he was lucky they didn’t give him worse, or recommend he be out for an extra game or two.

Now a man down Tol In Gaurhoth scrambled to collect themselves and devise a game-plan, and Downer took advantage of the chaos efficiently by letting loose a surprisingly well-organized attack. Already a minute later The Downer equalized with BW Himself running up in support to slot it home, and the surprised Shire fans applauded and sat up with fresh interest. TIG wasn’t going to win this going away after all.

Or were they? The Wolves and Wights were sharper than ever with their backs against the wall, and Bubble Buddha found himself under a hail of withering shots. After a couple near misses and forced saves, NerWight sent a crafty back-heel pass to AganWight who deftly put TIG back in front!

There were cheers from both the TIG fans and the Hobbits- all had appreciated the goal. But Downer did not fold, but launched into a frantic one-touch pass cycle, their players dashing circles around the ten-man TIG squad that feared pressuring the ball lest they be left short-handed in an attack on their goal. Downer built up to a top-flight header from Alien, but ShastaWolf saved their hides. A couple minutes later ShastaWolf was forced to save the day again, this time on a power-drive from Saucepan Man. Hookbill very nearly cleaned up the rebound, but NilpWolf arrived just in time to clear it.

But TIG’s luck didn’t hold on the resulting corner, as SPM had his height and angle perfect on the feed to the far post and Alien outfought everyone for the right to touch it and smacked it with his bloody snout and the game was level once again!

TIG made ready some counter-strategy for the closing minutes, but shockingly Downer fell back to play defense and no longer pushing their advantage. Were they not playing to win? The tactic left TIG without their bearings for a moment, but finally they got organized and launched what they hoped would be the winning flurry in the final moments.

NogWolf only just pushed a header wide, PhantomWolf sent a 35-meter free kick just over the bar, SallyWight gained space with a quick turn but Bubble Buddha turned it aside, and next thing TIG knew the ref was blowing the whistle. It was a draw. TIG fans weren’t sure whether they should be upset with their squad, upset with the opposition, or just plain sad.

The Hobbits though- they were pleased for the most part. If they could draw Angband they’d be tied in second with the easiest final game, and if they won, well- they’d practically be in already. And even a loss wouldn’t kill them, as TIG could very well lose or draw Angband in the final match, so Shire-Bree United could still get in with a win over The Downer. It was a good start to the day for the Hobbits.

The Downer 2-2 Tol In Gaurhoth
on target 6-8
tot shots 17-21
GOALS:
*52, 0-1 PhantomWolf (BoroWight)
*59, 1-1 Barrow-Wight Himself (Lalwende MP)
*67, 1-2 AganWight (NerWight)
*78, 2-2 Saucepan Man (Alien)
YELLOW CARDS:
*Downer- Evil Mayo, Alien, Peter Hampton, Morsul
*TIG- PhantomWolf, BoroWight, NilpWolf
RED CARDS:
*TIG- BoroWight (57, second yellow)

All the lamps were lit for the start of the feature match- Angband versus Shire-Bree United. The sun was nearly down and the field was already drawing most of its light from the many oversized encased flames perched on posts thirty feet above the top row of seats. But it was still a bit dim- the stadium wasn’t particularly meant for night matches (unlike Tirion, for instance, with their Feanorean lamps), and so it was commonly thought that those with better night-vision would be helped in this contest.

Carcharoth, Telvildo, Gelmir, and Ancalagon would certainly be fine with it, and probably Morgoth as well. For the home-side, Golfimbul, Nazgul #6, Gildor, Barrow-Wight, Khamul, and Bombadil were fine with the dark, so the Hobbits actually considered it an advantage.

When the game kicked off, it certainly appeared Shire-Bree had some sort of advantage anyway, as everything they did was a notch better than the opposition. They advanced the ball to the wings a bit too easily, and Angband was just a bit slow and unorganized. The imbalance continued until, inevitably, Shire-Bree struck, as with a nice individual effort Khamul brought it along the end line, continually looking to send a quick cross to Strider and Bombadil, and eventually Carcharoth bit too hard and his eyes flitted to Bombadil and Khamul jammed it in near post off of Carcharoth’s back paws!

The Hobbits rang bells and shouted, and the little groups of Orcs and Rangers joined in the celebration as well. The game was off to a splendid start!

But it was no mere brigand leading the forces of Angband, and Morgoth was hard at work whipping his troops into better shape. Shire-Bree gained a few hopeful looking opportunities following their first goal, but neither was as high a quality as that one, and as the first half ticked away Angband began taking ownership.

At the half-hour mark they got their first serious chance on a long cross from Telvildo. Ancalagon looked to be the target rushing in and the defense collapsed, but the cross bent back to the trailing Gildor who met it cleanly and unopposed, and Halbarad barely batted the ball down. The following corner was a near thing too, but Ancalagon’s high tail-strike deflected off of Golfimbul’s back before it could challenge Halbarad.

Just before the half ended Angband gained their coveted equalizer. In a similar looking play, Telvildo sent it in from the wing, only this time the defense didn’t sell out on Ancalagon, but unfortunately for them this ball was to the dragon and he smacked it home with authority!

The reviews at the half were mixed- Shire-Bree had started fast and the optimists believed they had the talent up front to get it done, but the others pointed out the direction things had gone, and pointed out that they really had no answer for Ancalagon. “We’ll just have to deny him,” answered the hopeful Hobbits.

And that looked like the strategy when Shire-Bree opened the second half. They ran a beautiful possession game and kept the ball off the feet of Angband. They gained a couple decent looks as a result, but Carcharoth was equal to them. After 20 minutes Angband got their first quality attack going and earned a look or two, but the shots were not precise coming in from the midfield, and Angband was bracketed any time it looked like it might go his way. Morgoth bellowed for the rest of the offense to take advantage, but when Angband pressed in- that’s when things went wrong.

Nazgul #6 made a nice slide to break up the possession, and sent it on up to a dashing Barrow-Wight who broke from the possession tactics and took it upfield immediately, Bombadil and Gildor on either side. Angband was definitely not prepared, and only Morgoth and his Balrog recovered in time to help shield Carcharoth.

As they neared the box the Balrog decided to force the action and challenged Barrow-Wight, and BW touched it beautifully to Gildor moving towards him, who touched it right back to BW who had run around the opposite side of the Balrog. But BW didn’t hold it for even a second, for he had spotted Morgoth making his move and knew he couldn’t recover if he played it right, and he served up a perfect ball up over the dark lord and to the left post. Bombadil and Carcharoth both left their feet for it, and Bombadil was there just a hair sooner, heading it right off the paw-tips of the Werewolf and in for the lead!

The stadium went just plain wild- perhaps it was as loud as it had ever been. The Orcs and stray creature or two in the Angband section looked two seconds from leaving. Indeed some of them could be seen gathering their things in their laps, prepared to dash if things got even more embarrassing.

But as is so often the case, the fans were overreacting, and their squad rebounded and looked dangerous enough once again to force them to put their drinks down. Shire-Bree meanwhile was hanging on for dear life as Angband went full-pressure, and found some success.

Morgoth himself had a tricky header off the ground that was barely controlled, and Telvildo sent a snipe off the post and forced a save on another. Finally the damage was done off of a long free-kick, with Morgoth rising above all others and heading it again, only this one high instead of off the ground, and it scraped in under the bar to level the match.

Both sides were deathly afraid of giving up the winner in the final minutes, but they soon found the same was true of the other side and neither was doing much to close the match out. Shire-Bree was frankly okay with getting out of the match with a point, as was Angband after being behind with under ten minutes to play. Both would control their fates in the final round.

Angband 2-2 Shire-Bree United
on target 6-8
tot shots 18-16
GOALS:
*13, 0-1 Khamul (Bandobras)
*42, 1-1 Ancalagon (Telvildo)
*68, 1-2 Bombadil (Barrow-Wight)
*83, 2-2 Morgoth (Ulfang)
YELLOW CARDS:
*Angband- Uldor, Balrog #1
*SBUnt- Nazgul #6

06-11-2012, 11:52 AM	#126
the phantom Beloved Shadow Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: The Stadium Posts: 5,971	Group A @ Michel Delving The hobbits were a bit surprised by the proposed start-times for round 2- they were later than they were used to, particularly considering their team was playing against Angband. It’s always been a tradition of “goodie” teams to force Orcs, Balrogs, etc. into playing early in the day, but admittedly this wasn’t a traditional Shire team, as it included Khamul, Nazgul #6, Golfimbul, and The Barrow-Wight. Another way in which the Hobbits were breaking a trend- they weren’t anti Tol In Gaurhoth for the moment. Hobbits have shown a notable dislike for the Werewolves over the past few years, but they didn’t seem fussed about allowing them to play in the afternoon instead of the morning against The Downer. Some of the hobbits were set to openly root for the Wolves, as that would leave The Downer with nothing to play for in their final match against Shire-Bree United. And so it was that the first match of the day wasn’t started until the sun was well past its high-point (which left the hobbits with plenty of time to eat multiple breakfasts and a lunch or two). There was the usual rambunctious herd of TIG fans in the arena, but the comfortable padded chairs were mostly filled by locals, partly because The Downer’s fan-base was many of the same Wights that supported TIG so faithfully. But if there was any question of loyalty, it was answered by the shirts and banners which largely ignored the existence of The Downer. Tol In Gaurhoth obviously came first in their hearts. But The Downer did draw plenty of cheering during the first half as they unexpectedly went toe-to-toe with the famed Wolves and Wights of Tol In Gaurhoth. If there is one area in which TIG has excelled through the years, it would be in the realm of intimidation- but The Downer is famously fearless, to the point of stupidity. The half-insane rascals of The Downer fear no player, referee, crowd, or challenge, and meet all obstacles with reckless energy, and absolutely nothing else at times. But today they had a plan, devised by captain Hookbill no doubt, which was to pester the heck out of TIG. Even the smaller and more frail members, such as Burnt Bert, who is little more than a stack of bones, followed TIG Wolves around gamely, chatting nonstop and grinning foolishly. And sadly for fans of the game, it worked. SallyWight, GaladriWight, and PhantomWolf in particular were soon more interested in cracking jokes than playing, while NilpWolf, AganWight, and NerWight were visibly angry and annoyed by The Downer and lost all sense of focus. After a somewhat successful showing in the early going TIG’s game turned into a mess and The Downer owned the ball more and more as the first half progressed, but they still posed no serious threat. They booted a couple balls ShastaWolf’s direction almost to pacify the crowd it would seem. At the other end NogWolf and LegateWight were pretty well by themselves in executing and trying to make things happen, and so it was no surprise that the half ended at 0-0. When the second half started it was pretty obvious that the Wolves had received some stern words at the half, for they were all sharply focused on the task at hand. An early corner was very nearly converted by AganWight, and just a minute later SallyWight forced another save. The determined Wolves finally broke through in minute 52 when BoroWight hung a ball up over the middle just begging for one of the Wolves up front to make a play, and PhantomWolf did- a thunderous bicycle, and TIG was in front! But The Downer had continued with their first-half tactics, and they were set to pay off. The Wolves and Wights that had been happily distracted the first half had been snapped back into focus, but those that had been severely annoyed and angered, among them BoroWight, were just getting angrier. And at last, BoroWight snapped. Hookbill himself had been focusing on BoroWight, ribbing him about his substandard predictions on the first round, and about the Detroit Lions’ lack of Super Bowl appearances, and particularly about his love life. “In fact, I’m fairly certain your dog is the only thing that loves you!” Hookbill could be heard shouting as he received the ball and sent it back over to Lalwende. “But that’s only because you feed him! Stop that and I bet he’d eat you and think nothing of it!” BoroWight closed in on Hookbill, intending to do something sly, like step on his shoe-laces, but Hookbill continued his treatment. “I hear you’re such a lazy bastard you’re making Phantom write your match report this round.” At that BoroWight forgot his previous intentions and bodied up on Hookbill, putting his knee none to gently into his hip briefly and whispering, “One… more… word…” Hookbill flashed a grin and continued. “Sorry, old chap- never mind what I said about that dog of yours- Max, is it? There’s no way he could ever eat you. Not since I had Alien drive past your place this morning and toss him an arsenic-laced bone, ha ha!” Throwing aside all decorum BoroWight threw an obvious right hook, which connected with Hookbill’s face- but not as hard as BoroWight hoped, as Hookbill was already in motion, flinging himself into a flailing cartwheel so that the refs would be certain to spot the blow. And it was the cartwheel that did it, for indeed the men with the cards hadn’t spotted the punch, but they certainly saw that something had happened, and jogging over to investigate the mark on Hookbill’s cheekbone was clear enough to send BoroWight off- and frankly he was lucky they didn’t give him worse, or recommend he be out for an extra game or two. Now a man down Tol In Gaurhoth scrambled to collect themselves and devise a game-plan, and Downer took advantage of the chaos efficiently by letting loose a surprisingly well-organized attack. Already a minute later The Downer equalized with BW Himself running up in support to slot it home, and the surprised Shire fans applauded and sat up with fresh interest. TIG wasn’t going to win this going away after all. Or were they? The Wolves and Wights were sharper than ever with their backs against the wall, and Bubble Buddha found himself under a hail of withering shots. After a couple near misses and forced saves, NerWight sent a crafty back-heel pass to AganWight who deftly put TIG back in front! There were cheers from both the TIG fans and the Hobbits- all had appreciated the goal. But Downer did not fold, but launched into a frantic one-touch pass cycle, their players dashing circles around the ten-man TIG squad that feared pressuring the ball lest they be left short-handed in an attack on their goal. Downer built up to a top-flight header from Alien, but ShastaWolf saved their hides. A couple minutes later ShastaWolf was forced to save the day again, this time on a power-drive from Saucepan Man. Hookbill very nearly cleaned up the rebound, but NilpWolf arrived just in time to clear it. But TIG’s luck didn’t hold on the resulting corner, as SPM had his height and angle perfect on the feed to the far post and Alien outfought everyone for the right to touch it and smacked it with his bloody snout and the game was level once again! TIG made ready some counter-strategy for the closing minutes, but shockingly Downer fell back to play defense and no longer pushing their advantage. Were they not playing to win? The tactic left TIG without their bearings for a moment, but finally they got organized and launched what they hoped would be the winning flurry in the final moments. NogWolf only just pushed a header wide, PhantomWolf sent a 35-meter free kick just over the bar, SallyWight gained space with a quick turn but Bubble Buddha turned it aside, and next thing TIG knew the ref was blowing the whistle. It was a draw. TIG fans weren’t sure whether they should be upset with their squad, upset with the opposition, or just plain sad. The Hobbits though- they were pleased for the most part. If they could draw Angband they’d be tied in second with the easiest final game, and if they won, well- they’d practically be in already. And even a loss wouldn’t kill them, as TIG could very well lose or draw Angband in the final match, so Shire-Bree United could still get in with a win over The Downer. It was a good start to the day for the Hobbits. The Downer 2-2 Tol In Gaurhoth on target 6-8 tot shots 17-21 GOALS: 52, 0-1 PhantomWolf (BoroWight) 59, 1-1 Barrow-Wight Himself (Lalwende MP) 67, 1-2 AganWight (NerWight) 78, 2-2 Saucepan Man (Alien) YELLOW CARDS: Downer- Evil Mayo, Alien, Peter Hampton, Morsul TIG- PhantomWolf, BoroWight, NilpWolf RED CARDS: TIG- BoroWight (57, second yellow) All the lamps were lit for the start of the feature match- Angband versus Shire-Bree United. The sun was nearly down and the field was already drawing most of its light from the many oversized encased flames perched on posts thirty feet above the top row of seats. But it was still a bit dim- the stadium wasn’t particularly meant for night matches (unlike Tirion, for instance, with their Feanorean lamps), and so it was commonly thought that those with better night-vision would be helped in this contest. Carcharoth, Telvildo, Gelmir, and Ancalagon would certainly be fine with it, and probably Morgoth as well. For the home-side, Golfimbul, Nazgul #6, Gildor, Barrow-Wight, Khamul, and Bombadil were fine with the dark, so the Hobbits actually considered it an advantage. When the game kicked off, it certainly appeared Shire-Bree had some sort of advantage anyway, as everything they did was a notch better than the opposition. They advanced the ball to the wings a bit too easily, and Angband was just a bit slow and unorganized. The imbalance continued until, inevitably, Shire-Bree struck, as with a nice individual effort Khamul brought it along the end line, continually looking to send a quick cross to Strider and Bombadil, and eventually Carcharoth bit too hard and his eyes flitted to Bombadil and Khamul jammed it in near post off of Carcharoth’s back paws! The Hobbits rang bells and shouted, and the little groups of Orcs and Rangers joined in the celebration as well. The game was off to a splendid start! But it was no mere brigand leading the forces of Angband, and Morgoth was hard at work whipping his troops into better shape. Shire-Bree gained a few hopeful looking opportunities following their first goal, but neither was as high a quality as that one, and as the first half ticked away Angband began taking ownership. At the half-hour mark they got their first serious chance on a long cross from Telvildo. Ancalagon looked to be the target rushing in and the defense collapsed, but the cross bent back to the trailing Gildor who met it cleanly and unopposed, and Halbarad barely batted the ball down. The following corner was a near thing too, but Ancalagon’s high tail-strike deflected off of Golfimbul’s back before it could challenge Halbarad. Just before the half ended Angband gained their coveted equalizer. In a similar looking play, Telvildo sent it in from the wing, only this time the defense didn’t sell out on Ancalagon, but unfortunately for them this ball was* to the dragon and he smacked it home with authority! The reviews at the half were mixed- Shire-Bree had started fast and the optimists believed they had the talent up front to get it done, but the others pointed out the direction things had gone, and pointed out that they really had no answer for Ancalagon. “We’ll just have to deny him,” answered the hopeful Hobbits. And that looked like the strategy when Shire-Bree opened the second half. They ran a beautiful possession game and kept the ball off the feet of Angband. They gained a couple decent looks as a result, but Carcharoth was equal to them. After 20 minutes Angband got their first quality attack going and earned a look or two, but the shots were not precise coming in from the midfield, and Angband was bracketed any time it looked like it might go his way. Morgoth bellowed for the rest of the offense to take advantage, but when Angband pressed in- that’s when things went wrong. Nazgul #6 made a nice slide to break up the possession, and sent it on up to a dashing Barrow-Wight who broke from the possession tactics and took it upfield immediately, Bombadil and Gildor on either side. Angband was definitely not prepared, and only Morgoth and his Balrog recovered in time to help shield Carcharoth. As they neared the box the Balrog decided to force the action and challenged Barrow-Wight, and BW touched it beautifully to Gildor moving towards him, who touched it right back to BW who had run around the opposite side of the Balrog. But BW didn’t hold it for even a second, for he had spotted Morgoth making his move and knew he couldn’t recover if he played it right, and he served up a perfect ball up over the dark lord and to the left post. Bombadil and Carcharoth both left their feet for it, and Bombadil was there just a hair sooner, heading it right off the paw-tips of the Werewolf and in for the lead! The stadium went just plain wild- perhaps it was as loud as it had ever been. The Orcs and stray creature or two in the Angband section looked two seconds from leaving. Indeed some of them could be seen gathering their things in their laps, prepared to dash if things got even more embarrassing. But as is so often the case, the fans were overreacting, and their squad rebounded and looked dangerous enough once again to force them to put their drinks down. Shire-Bree meanwhile was hanging on for dear life as Angband went full-pressure, and found some success. Morgoth himself had a tricky header off the ground that was barely controlled, and Telvildo sent a snipe off the post and forced a save on another. Finally the damage was done off of a long free-kick, with Morgoth rising above all others and heading it again, only this one high instead of off the ground, and it scraped in under the bar to level the match. Both sides were deathly afraid of giving up the winner in the final minutes, but they soon found the same was true of the other side and neither was doing much to close the match out. Shire-Bree was frankly okay with getting out of the match with a point, as was Angband after being behind with under ten minutes to play. Both would control their fates in the final round. Angband 2-2 Shire-Bree United on target 6-8 tot shots 18-16 GOALS: 13, 0-1 Khamul (Bandobras) 42, 1-1 Ancalagon (Telvildo) 68, 1-2 Bombadil (Barrow-Wight) 83, 2-2 Morgoth (Ulfang) YELLOW CARDS: Angband- Uldor, Balrog #1 SBUnt- Nazgul #6 __________________ the phantom has posted. This thread is now important.