Welcoming back the illustrious Mr. Vadora and sporting an impressive starting 11 despite the absence of Stevie 'The Gazelle' and including a bench full of starting line-up quality subs the 1st team approached the much loved Ireland clash with the austerity of well seasoned professionals confident in their team-mates and proud to carry the badge of our beloved club.

Despite an imposingly tall and athletic looking opposition the British quickly took control of the game demonstrating skill and flare on the floor that only comes from a cultural melting-pot of love for the beautiful game. Although aerial dominance was the luxury of the Irish, ball possession and presence in the Irish's first quarter of the pitch was the order of the day for the first 20 minutes and soon resulted in the scoring being opened by none other than the prolific Hodgy, as always ever present to punish defensive sloppyness with his intelligent positioning. None can take away the magic of going a goal against the Irish in the 13th minute, albeit on a defensive error. If you spend enough time in their half you are always going to get served one way or another.

0-1, Scorer: Hodgy

The next goal came very soon after the first and in very similar circumstances with British pressure and a convenient bad-bounce confirming McGrath junior’s pre-match prophecy that the Irish keeper was comparable to feces. Once again the British were putting balls in the box and applying pressure. You make your own luck, unless you’re Hodgy that is...prolific indeed.

0-2, Scorer: Hodgy

Baffled by their own incompetence the Irish finally decided to get involved in the agreed sport and began to show the determination that led them to the first division: cue 15 minutes of Irish duress and re-affirmed aerial dominance sending back all British clearances. The offensives being only momentarily halted here and there by fantastic individual efforts from Michelle Ma Belle displaying significant presence throughout his first game back since the summer. Combined with substantially superb defensive performances from our veteran back line leader and hi young guns who successfully repelled the Irish onslaught of uncoordinated speed and power the fans were being dealt an entertaining hand. RBBFC showed strength as a unit in all but in one isolated incident of Irish pressure that resulted in a defensive mix-up and a goal for our rivals. The move was unfortunate in nature as prior to the painful affliction we had witnessed a series of excellent interjections from our resident unsung hero of a goalkeeper. Even worse was that incident in question broke Captain America's coveted clean sheet and brought the score to an uncomfortable 2-1 shortly before we stopped for half-time.

Half Time Score: FC Ireland 1 - 2 RBBFC 1

The second half exhibited a recomposed RBBFC who enthused by the words of our leader and mentor McGrath Senior, regained the composure of the opening twenty minutes. So off the Firsts pranced, lead by a randy midfield feeding a licentious attacking duo who were in turn propped up by uninhibited and lustful wingbacks who all in all created a couple of tasty combinations all too often diffused before they could challenge the feculence of Irelands Nr1 shirt.

Whilst RBBFC continued running at the Irish with devastating intent our Michelle succumbed to a knock and was substituted (with a hero's exit) and thus we entered much awaited 'HAMMER-TIME' which is more of a state of consciousness than a player… It was at this moment that we experienced one of the two magical moments, which principally occur when we playing the Irish, that we were in store for us this afternoon... Just as Hammer enters the field the ball is fed to Hodgy who drags it wide to the left flank and sucks the remaining two Irish defenders with him, all the while exposing the Irish goal to the thirst and wrath of the Great Dane who as he is hovering around the penalty area is served by a celestial high ball which he attacks with all the voracity of a 38-year old virgin at Place Lux and connects to by banging-in a diving header very much worthy of the exceptional service that was made even harder to provide given the two defenders looming over lil’ Hodgson.

 Hammer foams at the mouth and is in his element as his past glory flashes before his eyes,… the crowd go wild,… the Irish are irreperably deflated…, and no one realizes it can get even better than Hammer scoring a flaming diving header as the FIRST thing he does after walking onto the pitch.

1-3, Scorer: Hammer Time

Cue the second British substitution as Al steps in for Ivaylo on the left wing and the British begin hunting for the glorious punishment they so profoundly want to impose on the by now bickering Irish contingent. Despite a few necessary defensive activities the British largely dominate the last fifteen minutes with a series of phases making the most of the wide open spaces on the wings as the youthful British show their physical superiority by increasing the speed of the game just as the opposition begin to tire. In one of a series of actions occurring down the left wing and often delectably served up by LoLo drifting into the centre and beautifully distributing, Nils, Hodge and Al stir up trouble in the Irish danger zone and win themselves a free kick from a non negligible distance… despite the distance one smells the magic about to happen and the anticipation builds.

Just as RBBFC lore dictates the prophecy of Ooh Ah Nils McGrath scoring phenomenal goals against the Irish verified itself again as the sternly struck and gently curved free kick finds itself in the top left corner of the Irish nets to the euphoria of the supporters and the British disciples alike – a phenomenal strike and a formidable message to the Irish and the rest of the ABSSA 1^st division: the British are serious about three stars being better than two for 2010.

1-4, Scorer: McGrath Jnr

Three points the Irish wanted.., four fingers they got.

Next week we face the formidable Jekfe who have been seen dropping points, but don’t forget that most people, and even more so the ageing Jefke squad just live to beat ‘les Anglais’, so you know it won’t be an easy fixture. See you at fortress Rosières to defend the glory of the club in the first game of autumn 2009.

Reporter: Alex Lamarra