Line-up: Puig, Rossi, Bon, Yugueros, Si M'hammed, Skoniezki, McGirr, Henriquez, Pellegry, Gonzalez Romeu, Mineo / Subs: Legere, Claudino

Best day of the week arrived, and Bonbon wakes up.

He has got a hard night: as every Friday, BareSimone woke him up in the middle of the night, knocking on the door and yelling:

• Do you still have some blood of the last number 9 we played against last week?

• No more blood Simone! You already finished it Thursday night.

However, there were still some bones left so Simone could pass his starvation with them while Bonbon could go back to sleep.

Bonbon thinks about all his teammates getting ready for the game:

7 am, Mineo, the flying Italian, jumps from his bed like Cruijff scoring with his heel. Since 3 days, he is already wearing the pants, shin-pads, and shoes for the game. He warms up on his pole dance bar right in the middle of his living room;

Ali goes out of his Eurostar while Pellegry just ended his 2nd polish Bikram-ishka yoga of the day.

Deschamps knows he won't be able to play, as he crossed the Martin express from too close last Wednesday.

Diego bends in front of his pineapple totem, recently attached to a bicicleta, invocating the soul of Romario and Ronaldo united.

Alfredo, clean and steady, is taking care of his haircut in filling the tank of its nananana la gasolina, nanana la gasolina.

Puig just ended its usual Saturday morning affair. After analysing all data on FC Barcelona since the last 30 years, he is set. Pep is a better coach than Luis Enrique. Yugueros agrees, and brings another fresh orange juice. Yugueros knows Simeone is the very best.

Legere strecthes his body with Balou, being careful as Balou is just recovering from an ankle twist as we saw last week.

Horacito repeats some of his best limbo tricks he has shown during Damien 40th birthday.

Patrick controls Deutshce qualitat of his frankfurt sausages.

Tarik is brushing his special purple shoes with an even more special purple painting.

Arriving at Rosieres, in the dressing room, the team learns Adrian is fluing somewhere around the bottom of his bed, so Puig thinks about what Pep did the 25th April of 2002 against Rayo Vallecano, putting Pique in midfield. Eureka! Skoniezki will play midfield, and Yugueros will play in defense. How great is Pep!

Anyway, it is chouette to see flamby flambying around

For the speech, Puig checks his data on his 4 Tetra octet Ipad, and choose to talk about concentration and motivation. He also insists on the big advantage we could get from our tallest trio, "The good, the bad and the ugly", Ali, Pat and Fred in disorder. We will talk about it later.

After a classic "Diego Wants” warm up, the whites are ready to write history. No other 2nd team ever did it, so let's make it!

Beginning of the game showed the players that the pitch is not as good as Camp Nou.

First 20min were definitely for RBBFC. Although the whites controlled the match and prevented the opposition to pass the midfield, their game was not fluid. Baresimone and Bon allowed the ball to visit the forest following great clearings, while the rest of the team showed its solidarity in losing some balls around, due to some silly rebounds.

Following maybe tiredness or the lack of proteins the players usually get by eating all flees, Pharma managed to push harder and to play a bit more on RBBFC's half of the pitch. In one of the elaborated plays by Pharma, the referee gave a lucky offside when the striker was facing one-on-one with Puig. Even Bonbon, known for its arm in the air skills offside, had not asked for it. Some heard a "thank you ref” - you do not hear that often. A few minutes after, however, the referee was not that favourable to the home team and allowed the striker to continue the play. The striker, on the one-on-one with Puig, shot wide.

Horacito baby showed that he is not only a stretchy and dribbling pink flamingo, and on an impulse to show how tough he can be in defense, made his first foul of the season. Luckily, with no consequences for the whites.

Whereas some nice combinations were made by the whites, the score remained 0-0 when the referee blows the half-time.

Half time

During half time, Puig gave advice to Lolo about when to pee, and when not, but surely not when he gives tips for the 2nd period. Stats are as usual, Ali already did 50 headers, best mark ever history in the 2nd team. He is definitely the greatest.

2nd half starts well for RBBFC, showing more enthusiasm and bringing some danger into Pharma's box.

On a corner for the whites, the opponent keeper was happy the ball hit his hand, deflecting a header from Skoniezki. It was a first warning sent by Skoniezki with help of another white we will keep the name secret.

Some said they heard an "I’ll be back” pronounced by the Deuthsche qualitat Robocop.

Whites were putting pressure, spaces were opening.

The left side of the pitch saw Pellegry and Horacito duo getting through the defence, and Pharma's back four was starting to give up. At that point, it was time to launch on the pitch the one more year experienced "Lolo will never be old”, who entered replacing "la gasolina" Alfredo. As expected, he brought a vision of the game you can only have when you run less than 10 meters on each run.

A few minutes later, "the pineapple" Diego entered into the pitch in place of Daniele.

And the two of them had direct influence on the action right after. On a loose ball in the midfield, Lolo raised his leg 2 meters to control it and put a loop ball over the defence and just over Ali (trying to get his 70th header) to launch the "bip bip assassin de la police" Tarik on the right side of the pitch. Tarik, with the secret power of his shining purple shoes, managed to control the ball in front of his opponent and to cross it to the first post. And who was there to push the ball in to the cage? One of the most glorious general of last year's Marshall Puig Campaigns, "Diego wants”, the Corcovado of Rio de Janeiro, the spiritual son of Romario, came from nowhere to score his first goal of the season form an "almost bicicleta” he has the secret, RBBFC fans went crazy, Mineo was having three saltos in a row and Lolo ran 11 meters.

RBBFC men were back to their concentration, willing to keep their small advantage. Defence was feeling solid with the aid of the speedy Gonzales Yugueros showing his sense of anticipation; Baresimone, taking his usual foot in the head, could check his to-do list; Bonbon started talking gently to the new tall forward coming in. The minutes passed and RBBFC had the control of the match.

In the very last minutes of the game, a free kick won by the pineapple man on the left side of the attack looked dangerous, perfect for a cross. Skoniezki went up into the box and so did Bonbon, reminding himself it would be one of his very last chances to score under RBBFC legendary jersey. Lolo did his usual distance calculation, set his foot to send the ball directly to the "Deutsch qualitat" head. In his great generosity, Patrick chose to give an assist instead of scoring directly. He hit a powerful header directly into the post. Bonbon, closely following the play, got the rebound and could score a beauty one meter distance shoot on an open goal with his left foot.

Crazy of happiness, the unusual scorer aimed directly to the free kick shooter to share his joy with him. Before jumping on him, he saw fear on the beautiful brunette man’ eyes, so he slowed down his race. He was then joined by all the top of the league squad to celebrate the goals that killed the match.

The referee was crying in front of such a beautiful scene, and whistled the end of the game.

The rest of the afternoon and part of the night will remain precious and secret for such a passionate squad. Observers were delighted to see this team sharing so much fun around a round of beers, some said they just stayed to watch another trick of the elected MILF of the season.

MoM and reporter: Fred BonBon