Duruji Kvareli – 2039 Open Thread
December 2038 / January 2039 – Odds & Ends.
The Europa League draw is like a slow-motion car crash. I cannot believe it has come to his, after we came so close to tasting glory in Istanbul, six short months ago. Yet I cannot turn away.
The pundits are full of self-congratulatory laughter, each trying to one-up each other with their derision. Calling us one-hit wonders and frauds, at best. A Cinderella story that has no happy ending, now that the carriage has turned back into a pumpkin. (Frankly, even if Shaw has put on some weight that’s a harsh metaphor.)
We will face Molde, a side far from the glamour of the Champions League knockout rounds we have come to call home. A side we defeated twice during the 2032/33 qualifying run — seemingly a lifetime ago.
But, as Luke would tell me if he would ever get out of the trampoline we had installed to keep him entertained, there is only so long you can wallow in self-pity. We’ve got a task at hand and an enemies list a mile long.
It’s time to get to work.
A bit of holiday cheer spreads with news that Jalal Hosseinpour has won Asian Footballer of the Year, ahead of players from PS-****ing-G and City. A tremendous achievement, if only for its symbolic swipe at the so-called “elite” clubs.
The Erovnuli Liga announces that each club’s respective share of the television revenue for 2039 will be $53.65 million, a 14 percent year-on-year increase from the $46.9M in 2038 (which was a massive increase from the $13.58M received in 2037).
February 2039 – Squad Review.
To be clear, we’re not making this switch because the tactics weren’t working. Rather, I feel like the XI has continued to improve over time, such that we need not adopt a more pragmatic approach when facing our continental rivals — to the extent you can call PM Haaienvuist “pragmatic.”
Ironically, the last time we did a full-blown squad review was 2 years ago — February 2037 — right before we transitioned to PM Haaienvuist on the eve of a Champions League showdown with Real Madrid.
We are carrying a 23-man squad, with several players off on loan and others earmarked for an eventual departure, with 3 confirmed future signings. So let’s dive in.
In goal, we will continue on with the rotation seen last year — Aimilios “Amy” Nikolaou with the 1st XI, Guga Iashvili as his backup. Nikolaou has been our starter for years, but Iashvili looks to be the future even if there still is a decent gap between the two.
Waiting in the wings is Walid Boubaker, who finally joined on his 18th birthday after an extended trial period, which he spent with our U21s and U18s. Boubaker has bags of potential and is penciled in to spend the year as Dinamo Tbilisi’s starter. Trust me, I see the unadulterated beauty of our third-choice keeper being their best keeper.
Ghayas Vikskjold is a very capable backup libero, but his days are numbered. His contract expires in December 2040, but he will be allowed to leave at the end of the 2039 campaign. Diego Olivera will join the club in January 2040 and take over as the 2nd XI’s libero. I have high hopes for young Olivera.
Our backup centerbacks are a mix of proven talent and high potential — club vice-captain Skerdi Shiba and Sergei Khasenov, respectively. At 23, Shiba is arguably too good to be our third-choice centerback. At the same time, he isn’t good enough to crack the 1st XI. But he s such a well-rounded, reliable backup that I can’t bring myself to sell him. Khasenov looks like he could be epic — if he can meet his potential.
If Shiba were to move on, we also have Irakli Arveladze who will spend the next 6 months on loan with Toulouse. Arveladze may not have the ability to join our 1st XI, but he can be a reliable squad player for years to come.
As the complete wingbacks on our right-hand flank, we have Milan Mestrovic and Franck Kessie. Mestrovic won the spot in the 1st XI and proved why last year, leading the club with 29 assists in all competitions. Kessie is no slouch, and will continue with our 2nd XI for the time being.
For our left-sided inverted wingbacks, we have Victor Munteanu and Bienvenu Mbabu. As a predominantly left-footed player, Munteanu is not a particularly obvious choice for this role, but I envision him working as an inside winger in the purest sense of the term — something like what I would expect if Angel di Maria was deployed as a wingback. I originally intended for Mbabu to play as an inverted wingback; however, with our tactical change 2 years ago, he was deployed as a roaming playmaker, and provides cover for our central midfield. He’s a beast.
Our starting midfield pairing will be the inimitable Magnus Oliver Hjaltason (our club captain) and Michael Kyei, at mezzala and ball-winning midfielder, respectively. Hjaltason signed a new contract over the winter break; I still have to pinch myself to see him here. He’s one player whose statistical output suffered with the change in our tactics, and will benefit from a return to the dynamic final-third play that characterizes PM Draugr.
Our backup mezzala will be Dariusz Sapa, a player who will be a monster if he can develop. He’s not far off challenging Hjaltason as it is, for an 18 year-old, and will play both in the 2nd XI and from the bench with the 1st XI.
Our backup ball-winning midfielder is Richard Danso, a player who has never met the early potential we saw in him. Danso has a contract through December 2041 and I will gladly keep him on board. But he will never be more than a 2nd XI player.
Marius Dahlen is the 23rd man in the 23-man squad. Not a good place to be. He has had a solid run since we poached him from Dila Gori, but his time has come. He will play from the bench for the 2nd XI for now and can leave upon receipt of a suitable offer. He simply doesn’t have a role to play with the youth we have coming through.
I have Soso Bokhashvili penciled in for the 2nd XI in the long term; he would be there now, but he insisted that I promise him a loan when signing his latest contract. He will spend the next six months with Lorient. Upon returning, he will likely slot into the 2nd XI with Danso dropping to the bench.
Volodymyr “Luke Shaw Hates Me” Shevchuk is also out on loan for the next six months, with Real Sporting. He’s a decent enough player, but his personality and attitude have always been toxic. Two years ago, it was described as “professional,” but is now characterized as a “realist.” I extended his contract over the winter but the truth is that I don’t like him. It’s as simple as that. Unless he can do something to change my mind, he has no future at the club.
Finally, we have Saimir Shehu, a player who will join on a free transfer in March 2040 and is with our U21s on trial until then. My scouts thought he had promise, and he performed quite well as a mezzala with them last year (claiming 7 goals and 9 assists in 13 matches). We’ll just have to wait and see.
Up top, Toni Panchev will play as the deep-lying targetganche, with Miroslav Libicki and Valdas Freidgeimas as our inverted wingers. Panchev is more than ready to lead the line, and the reversion in tactics sees Libicki and Freidgeimas return to their favored positions.
I’ve said it before about Freidgeimas — it’s not for nothing that he’s a club legend, in-game, winning Player of the Year 7 times (in his 8 full seasons), while taking over as our all-time leading league goalscorer (141) last year, having now claimed 243 goals in 300 appearances (all competitions). He will play for the club as long as he likes, and just extended his contract through December 2042 (with a one-year extension clause). While he may eventually fall to the 2nd XI, he’s a special player.
However, we have had news items about Libicki’s professionalism plummeting, with a related drop in his personality to “jovial.” His performance has struggled ever since. He hasn’t been terrible, but he is nothing like the player he once was. Fortunately, his backup is a player I spent years trying to lure to rural Georgia — Atle Hovring. If Hovring can meet his potential, we will be able to usher Libicki out the door without missing a step.
Our backup targetganche is Jalal Hosseinpour — a long-term member of the squad who is a more-than-reliable backup. He will eventually have competition from Arild Hendrikson, who will arrive in January 2041.
On the right flank, the backup is Vladimir Danko. We originally signed Danko to be a potential replacement for Freidgeimas, but have deployed him for the last 2 years as a left-sided wingback. Danko is a solid player who should be more than capable of leading the line for our 2nd XI. However, if he cannot develop and make the step up to the 1st XI in the next 2 years, he will likely be moved on in favor of a promising young talent.
Per usual, we’ve romped through our pre-season friendlies (with a goal difference of +77, thanks in part to a 23-nil stonking of Gvardia Tbilisi, possibly the most one-sided match I’ve seen on FM21) and are heavy favorites to win our 13th-straight Erovnuli Liga title. We are ready for the new campaign, and whatever it might throw at us.
The big question being…what will happen when Champions League play resumes in September? We need to use the Europa League as a proving ground — a springboard into the 2039/40 European campaign.
February 2039 – Europa League, First Knockout Round.
A cold, wet night at The Goose. Good Georgian weather, this. We are not at our best, but we manage a comfortable 5-nil win over Molde, with a goal for Sapa on his debut, and a debut for Hovring.
Over the intervening weekend, Hovring and Sapa earn their first starts with the 2nd XI in the GFF Super Cup, joined by Khasenov making his debut. It was a messy affair on a frozen pitch. We dominated but struggled to hit the back of the net, ultimately relying on a 94th minute penalty to claim the trophy after Hovring was taken out in the box. 1-nil. Just like Luke Shaw would say in Amsterdam’s Red Light District, “it ain’t pretty, but we’ll take it.”
Panchev misses the 2nd leg in Norway with a knock, but we still stake ourselves a 5-goal lead in the first half minutes behind a brace from Freidgeimas…only to take our foot off the gas in the 2nd half, such that it finished 5-nil.
With the conclusion of the First Knockout Round, my hope is that we’ll begin to see a clear path to the latter stages. A favorable draw, to allow us to build up some momentum…
Perhaps a reflection of our “early” exit from the Champions League, our season ticket sales rise to 585, up from 574 in 2038. (Ticket prices are still modest, at $36.65 per match and $247 per season ticket — as compared to $34.75 and $233 in 2038.)
March 2039 – Europa League, Second Knockout Round (1st Leg).
Hosting the first leg against Leicester has the potential to give us an advantage. We need a strong performance tonight, to force Leicester to chase the tie in the 2nd leg. But anything can happen on a cold, snowy night in Kvareli.
Libicki takes an early knock, and is replaced by Hovring. Our high press is causing the English problems, and we strike first through Freidgeimas (who else?) after Panchev forces an errant pass in Leicester’s defensive third. Only for Leicester to peg one back on the counter. We go into the half level, but we’ve been the better side. We simply need to make it count.
The UEFA mafia grant Leicester a penalty early in the 2nd half, but Hovring opens his account for the club in the 57th minute to draw us level, with a simple tap-in at the back post. Hovring claims his brace just minutes, flicking home a header off a Freidgeimas free kick. A few moments later, Panchev bundles home a loose ball to make it 4-2. Mayhem. Glorious mayhem.
But still, no one can breath easy as the match is far from over. When Panchev smashes home a half volley in the 79th to make it 5-2, however, we can begin to think of the second leg.
The final whistle blows at 5-2. A sloppy yet delightful match.
March 2039 – Europa League, Second Knockout Round (2nd Leg).
Leicester seem more than up for it in the 2nd leg at the King Power Stadium, but we again strike first through Panchev, who flicks a header past the keeper’s flapping arms.
Our hosts pull one back in the 64th minute, but surely it is too little, too late. Leicester throw everything forward and catch a 2nd late, but it is not enough. We lose 2-1 on the night, but comfortably advance 6-4 on aggregate.
April 2039 – Europa League, Quarterfinals.
Away to Milan, our aggression is rewarded with an early 2-goal lead — Mestrovic ghosting in behind the line in the 21st, with Victor Munteanu rampaging down the middle in the 35th. While Milan pull one back, an 85th minute penalty seals the deal, securing a massive 3-1 win in Italy.
Back at The Goose, we hold firm and control the match, smothering it thoroughly for the first hour of play. We keep pushing but cannot find the back of the net, to seal the tie. It takes until the 92nd minute, but we find the back of the net, Hjaltason sending us through to the semifinals.
We will face Paulo Fonseca’s Leeds United, who eliminated Villarreal on penalties. Leeds are 10th in the Premier League; yet, they are seemingly focusing their efforts on Europe. We cannot expect them to roll over for the likes of us.
Meanwhile, Liverpool and Barcelona have reached the Champions League semifinals, which makes our humiliating exit slightly less…humiliating.
May 2039 – Europa League, Semifinals (1st Leg).
It may not be the Champions League, but it is a European semifinal at the The Goose. There’s something to be said for that, even if takeover rumors are again churning in the local media.
Luka and the Kursha Road Brigade are up for it, unfurling a giant 400′ tifo depicting some rather unsavory behavior on our guests’ part (to a rolling chorus of bleating sheep, on the part of our supporters).
Shaw is stunned by the visceral artistry on display. “You can see the penetration, Boss.”
I avert my eyes. But the truth of the matter is that I hope the same can be said about our attack tonight.
We start slow, but in a period of sustained pressure Kyei hammers home, beating the keeper at his near post from an oblique angle. Unforgiveable, that. The Goose explodes in another chorus of bleating sheep, a taunt that may be lost on the Leeds XI, none of whom are English.
Less than 3 minutes later, Libicki is hacked down in the box — vintage Leeds. Yet the UEFA mafia are at it again. No penalty according to VAR.
In the 19th minute, Leeds are level after a deflection from Mestrovic. The folly continues as Bernardez claims an easy finish, with Nikolaou left in no-man’s land having come for a cross beyond his reach.
The lads get the hairdryer treatment at the half, and we come out guns blazing, with Libicki finding the back of the net in the 47th minute after a Hollywood ball from Freidgeimas.
Both sides look for a winner, but neither can find it. A 2-2 draw will have to suffice, as we head to Yorkshire for the second leg.
May 2039 – Europa League, Semifinals (2nd Leg).
To set the tone, Shaw walks onto the pitch at Elland Road before kickoff with an inflatable “love” sheep on his head, applauding the away supporters tucked into the rafters, each of whom has his (or her) own inflatable sheep.
Suffice to say that the Elland Road faithful are not amused; a police cordon is the only thing preventing them from demonstrating their profound lack of amusement.
Much to the surprise of virtually all present, we take the pitch in PM Haaienvuist. Shaw was initially confused with my plans, returning to the “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” refrain. But I am nothing if not immune to things like logic and common sense. Eventually he comes around.
A gamble, perhaps. But one that pays off as we are the more dangerous side in the opening stages, with Panchev giving us the lead in the 25th, rising above the crowd to head home from close range.
We double our lead in the 44th minute, with Mestrovic getting to the endline and finding Panchev free on the back post.
The onslaught comes in the 2nd half, with Leeds pulling one back through Caceres in the 53rd. Yet, we maintain our composure and snatch a 3rd in the 70th minute, with Hjaltason firing into the bottom corner from 18 yards. A clinical finish at a key moment…but Leeds will not quietly. They immediately strike back, ensuring that the final minutes will be a battle royale.
Which is a battle we welcome. We stand firm. Resolute. A 3-2 win is our reward, ensuring a 5-4 win on aggregate. We will be in the hunt for our 2nd Europa League title in Bucharest.
The run-up to the Europa League final in Bucharest is straightforward — 4 matches, 4 wins — as takeover rumors swirl anew.
Sheffield United have had a much less inspiring run of form, with only 1 win in their final 4 Premier League matches.
We are the bookies’ slight favorites for the final — a distinction I’d rather not have, if I’m being honest.
I can hear the Europa League anthem — The Killers’ Mr. Brightside — in my sleep. 90 minutes pays for all.
May 2039 – Europa League Final.
We did not choose to play in the Europa League. It chose us, as fate threw down the gauntlet at our feet during the Champions League Group Stage. And, yet, we have picked up the gauntlet, marching headstrong into the final. A chance for a European trophy, when we were lost to despair just 6 short months ago.
We will kick off in PM Haaienvuist, our Nagelsmann tactic, which we have been playing since the 2nd leg of the Leeds tie, and had played for nearly two years prior to the start of the current campaign. It never left our tactical plans, and is simply back in favor…for now.
Sheffield United line up in a 352 of their own, mirroring our tactic but for the higher positioning of their forwards.
We start aggressively, and should have a penalty in the 5th minute when Mestrovic bursts past his man in the box. But the UEFA mafia are having none of it, with VAR “determining” that the foul was just outside the box. Cheating ****s.
Vengeance is ours minutes later, as Mestrovic launches a thunderbolt, beating the Sheffield keeper at his near post. 1-nil, thank you very much.
Terrible goalkeeping perhaps, but the karmic balance of the universe is restored.
Libicki fluffs an easy chance in the 21st minute, after our high press forces a turnover in Sheffield’s defensive third. The lad’s head just isn’t there. In the moment, I decide that if a decent offer comes in for him, he will leave this summer. I’ve seen enough. The last thing Duruji Kvareli needs is a prima donna. The only question being whether we drop Jalal Hosseinpour into the central midfield, or promote Sapa…
My reverie is broken when the Sheffield keeper denies Freidgeimas in the 23rd minute. It doesn’t make up for his earlier mistake, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s keeping Sheffield in the match right now.
The UEFA mafia must be on pins and needles, though, as Sheffield find the back of the net — Morales was so far offside, they have no choice. VAR rules it out.
On the hour mark, we remain in complete control. When given a gilt-edged chance, Libicki fires first-time from 18 yards instead of taking a touch into the acres of space in front of him, to slot it home. I’ve seen enough. Sapa replaces him, as Mbabu replaces Kyei.
Hovring replaces Panchev a few minutes later, as Sheffield begin to pour forward in search of an equalizer. We counter in the 84th, with Simon once again denying Freidgeimas at close range, claiming some measure of redemption.
We’ve been in near-complete control, but the match still sits balanced precariously on the edge of a knife. The UEFA mafia make one final push, signaling there will be 5 minutes of time added-on. It’s a farce. After 92 minutes, it should be over. But still we hold firm.
In the 96th minute, the whistles ring out through the stadium as checks his watch and speaks into his wireless mic. As we build and fire wide, yet again, the referee finally decides that enough is enough.
It is our 2nd Europa League title in 4 years. Dispelling any suggestion that we are a one-hit wonder. Securing a 1st seed in the 2039/40 Champions League Group Stage.
Much to their credit, Nikolaou, Kouakou, Daugaard and Freidgeimas are named to the Europa League Best XI.
May/June 2039 – European Review.
In the Champions League, Mauricio Pochettino’s Manchester United won their 2nd title in 3 years, with a 1-nil win over Diego Simeone’s Liverpool. is rather thoroughly covered above, as Ralph Hassenhuttl’s Manchester City defeated us in an epic match, 5-3, to claim their first Champions League title.
The Europa League is covered above, but for those who may be suffering from short-term memory loss, we claimed our 2nd title in 4 years with a 1-nil win over Jesse Marsch’s Sheffield United.
It turns out that we were the only thing stopping an all-English title celebration, as Matthijs de Ligt’s Tottenham won the Europa Conference League with a 1-ni win over Fabio Grosso’s Werder Bremen.
In the active leagues, Zinedine Zidane’s Real Madrid reclaimed the La Liga title; Thierry Henry’s Arsenal won their first Premier League title since 2003/04; Patrick Vieira’s PS-****ing-G won their 7th straight Ligue 1 title; Dejan Stankovic’s Inter won the Serie A title after Ruben Amorim’s Roma lost to Sassuolo at the Olimpico on Matchday 38; and, Julian Nagelsmann’s Bayern did Bayern things.
We put some of that money towards a new Head of Youth Develoment, offering a $26k/week contract to Spencer Tella, to replace Ismael Kessie, and a new Director of Football, with Stamatis Atsaves tapped to replace Luis Menendez.
Per usual, my focus is on the coefficients. Dinamo Tbilisi reached the knockout rounds of Europe for the first time in-game, finishing 2nd in their Europa Conference League Group and reaching the Second Knockout Round. Less respectable was Saburtalo, who reached the Group Stage of European competition for the 2nd year in a row (and 3rd time, in-game), only to finish 4th…for the 2nd year in a row.
In the end, the Erovnuli Liga rises to 11th in the UEFA competitions rankings, up 6 spots from last year, overtaking the Jupiler Pro League, Eredivisie and Turkish SuperLig, among others.
More importantly, Georgia move up to 7th in the nation club coefficients table, overtaking Austria. As I’ve said before, my sights are on Portugal in 6th, because overtaking them would see Georgia gain a 6th European slot, with: (1) 2 teams automatically placed into the Champions League Group Stage; (2) a third team placed into the Champions League qualifying rounds; and (3) a team automatically placed into the Europa League Group Stage.
And, after we overtake Portugal…it will be time for our assault on the “Big 5” — the Premier League, La Liga, Ligue 1, the Bundesliga, and Serie A.
The summer break is a welcome chance to refresh ourselves for the campaign ahead. We will face Manchester United in August for the UEFA Super Cup. A made-up competition if ever there was one, but it is a chance to lay down a marker for the year ahead.
Our annual youth intake preview is frustrating, as there may only be one player worth considering. It’s a good thing we don’t need anyone to come through, even if we would prefer it.
Amidst the slow, drawn-out summer fixture list, we had the opportunity to prepare ourselves for both the Champions League campaign to come and the UEFA Super Cup against Mauricio Pochettino’s Manchester United.
We spent our time well, dominating the Red Devils even if we didn’t quite bury them in the Can Breat. Nevertheless, we held our nerve in penalties, with United’s first two takers smashing well-wide, and Nikolaou saving their 4th. A much-deserved win. A marker for the campaign to come.
While takeover rumors swirl (yet again), our rampant domestic form continues despite our opponents’ best efforts to double-park buses in front of their goal. We are unbeaten in all domestic competitions since October 2034, a run of nearly 5 years.
We’ll need all of our skill, however, as the Champions League draw will have us face Vincent Kompany’s Manchester City, Sergey Semak’s Stuttgart and Rosenborg in Group H.
We will kick it all off by hosting City at The Goose.
The return of Champions League football is always welcome. Especially when we kick off the European campaign with a match against one of Europe’s so-called “elite.”
This year? A rematch of the 2037/38 Champions League final. A chance for redemption. A chance to stick two fingers up to Manchester, the self-proclaimed “capitol” of football, after dominance of City and United over the last decade. Having beaten United in the Super Cup in August, could we lay down yet another marker?
A glorious strike from Panchev in the 4th minute put us on the right path, and when he claimed his brace in the 22nd minute it certainly seemed like we were in for a good night. When Freidgeimas hit our third in the 43rd minute, and then a 4th in first-half injury time, the rout was on. City had no answer to PM Haaienvuist. A 4-nil curb-stomping to kick things off.
Kvareli, 2. Manchester, nil.
The 2nd XI were much more thoughtful, giving me a 4-nil win over our domestic rivals in the semifinals of the Davit Kipiani Cup, followed by the 1st XI stonking them 5-nil to secure our 13th straight Erovnuli Liga title. Good lads.
We conclude the month in the same manner in which we began it, claiming 3 points in Europe. This time, a straightforward 2-nil win away to Rosenborg, behind a Hjaltason brace.
The only depressing news is our youth intake. They’re terrible. I’d screenshot the “best” players (and I use that term loosely), but I don’t want to waste the pixels.
Progress. A 3-nil win in Germany puts us on the cusp of qualification for the knockout rounds, and within shouting distance of winning the Group.
All we need to do now is not **** it up.
A 4-nil rout of Stuttgart on Matchday 4 tees up a delicious visit to Manchester in three weeks’ time. 5 points clear, we’ve all but won the Group, barring a collapse against Rosenborg at The Goose in our final match of the year. If we can make City sweat, though, I’ll take it.
We put in a strong performance at the Emptyhad in every respect but one — our finishing is woeful, whereas City take their chances. We fall, 2-nil. It is unacceptable. But it is not the end of the world.
We take out our frustrations on Saburtalo on the final matchday of the Erovnuli Liga campaign, running out 5-1 winners to ensure another invincible season — 36 wins from 36 matches, with 148 goals for and 9 conceded.
Two matches to close out the campaign, both at The Goose.
Dinamo Batumi prove to be no obstacle in the Davit Kipiani Cup final. We claim our 8th straight title with a 5-nil annihilation, fueled by a four-goal blitz from Freidgeimas.
Finishing strong, we welcome the Norwegians with a knife clenched between our teeth, which we promptly use to shiv them in a 7-nil battering, securing seeding for the First Knockout Round.
Meanwhile, ze Germans beat City 2-nil in Stuttgart, to knock Kompany’s men into the Europa League. Literally priceless. Ok, not “literally.” You know what I mean.
December 2039 – Season Review.
For a campaign that kicked off in the aftermath of a humiliating exit from the Champions League, it has been an eventful 12 months.
There was a tactical over-think at one point, but our reversion to PM Haaienvuist fueled our run to the Europa League title (the club’s 2nd) and a Group Stage win, as we look towards the 2039/40 Champions League knockout rounds.
There is no question that we’re ready to make another run at the Champions League title. We simply need to be ruthless and take the chances that have been given to us. And, to not anger the Football Gods in the process. (I’m looking at you, Luke.)
More galling, after being stonewalled for the last 2 years in my requests for an expansion of The Goose, the Board announces (without consulting me) that we are, in fact, going to expand to a capacity of 24,211. Welcome news, no doubt. But let’s not pretend this was your idea, yeah?!
God leaned over to the Devil, drew him close and declared, “those who will drink three glasses of chacha may be on my side. After that, they are yours.”
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