Daniel

The mystery officemate. Lord Daniel entered the realm unnamed — 'wanted to keep the mystery up as long as I could' — and campaigned much the same way. His English levies drew blood steadily while the Iraqi regiment marched three times and returned with nothing, as though armed only with optimism. Written off in the group stage's cellar, he read the knockout fog better than half the palace, his twenty-one correct prophecies quietly carrying him past Max, Duane, and Martin to ninth — the Artful Dodger's finish, earned artfully. He watched England's semi-final fall with the divided heart of a patriot and a gambler, and dodged onward regardless.