We arrived in Rosieres full of confidence, chasing a fourth win from four and, almost as importantly, the 100th clean sheet of Kris's RBBFC career. Maarten's pre-match team talk was, as ever, a masterclass in tactical simplicity: Metrasport were old but technical, stay focused, keep an eye on number 10, enjoy the weather and the rest would take care of itself.

The line-up The usual 4-5-1: Kris in goal; Tini, Gavin, Jean and Igor across the back; Mark sitting behind Rich and Hodge; Marteen and Ala on the wings; and Nils up front. On the bench: Max, Milos, Jeremy and Marko - Someone had clearly decided we needed options. First half: a fair fight, briefly Both teams started well, and Metrasport showed plenty of quality. They even tried a few long-range efforts to test Kris. But midway through the half we settled down, the chances started to arrive, and a goal felt inevitable.

The first came after some good work down the right resulting in a blocked Nils shot. Mark was first to the loose ball and slipped it to Hodge, who hit it first time. The ball struck the post, bounced off the keeper's back and went in. Now, by any reasonable interpretation of the laws of football, this was an own goal.

Hodge, a man of remarkable integrity, claimed only the assist. Veo, however, had other ideas and logged it as a Hodge goal. He did not appeal. Then, right at the end of the half, came the moment of the match. A long ball sent the Metrasport striker through our defence. Kris was beaten, the goal was gaping, and the equaliser looked certain.

Then, from somewhere in the distance, travelling at a speed normally associated with public transport, came Gavin. Clocked at 19mph, he smashed the ball off the crossbar and saved the day. Gavin, who is normally a modest and understated character, has mentioned the 19mph figure approximately 47 times since. Second half: old but technical becomes old and knackered.

At half-time it was 1-0 and the game was still very much alive. But there was a feeling that Metrasport might struggle to maintain the pace and they did. Max came on to shore things up at the back and deal with their surprisingly quick forward. From that point onwards RBBFC took control. The chances kept coming.

Goal 2 Nils picked up the ball on the wing and found Rich, who shifted it onto his left foot and calmly tucked it into the bottom corner.

Goal 3 Rich then picked off a loose pass in midfield and released Marteen down the left. Marteen delivered a hard, low cross which found Nils flying in at the far post. Lovely goal.

Goal 4 Two minutes later: the same thing. Marteen. Hard and low. Far post. Nils. Metrasport's defenders were presumably still trying to work out what had happened with the first one.

Goal 5 Marko, now on the pitch, decided that the best way to spend his afternoon was to treat the pitch like a pinball machine, pinging beautiful diagonal balls into every available corner. One found Ala on the right, who fed Hodge, who found Rich. Rich beat his defender and, with the confidence of a man who had apparently decided this was his day, tucked another one into the bottom corner with his left. Two for Rich. By the end of the afternoon, his high-intensity runs had comfortably outnumbered the Metrasport touches.

Goal 6 The super-subs joined the party. Jeremy found Milos who did what Milos does best. 6-0.

Goal 7 Marko, by now apparently operating under a "see ball, ping ball" philosophy, found himself with far too much time and space again. Another wonder ball out to Ala. Ala beat the keeper and finished it off. Seven. At this point, Metrasport were probably wondering why they hadn't simply gone home at half-time. Full time Seven goals. Four wins from four. Three clean sheets. And, most importantly, Kris's 100th RBBFC clean sheet.

A landmark achievement The blueprint is becoming pretty clear: stay compact, stay focused, wait for the opposition to get tired, and then absolutely ruin their afternoon. A great team performance, a seven-goal haul, and a little bit of history for Kris.

Man of the Match: Mark Metrasport's number 10 was apparently reported to have played at a very high level. Nobody at Rosieres saw it. Mark had him so firmly in his pocket that, at one point, the Veo camera briefly registered them as a single player.