Another solid performance together with a late surprise in form of Championship brings the climax to a season to remember

Line-up: Puig, Rossi, Gunter, Lambrecht, Skoniezki, McGirr, Henriquez, Wetzel, Pellegry, Mineo, Deschamps / Subs: Legere, Claudino, Lambers

It's Friday night. Tension is already palpable. Could tomorrow be THE day?

El Capitano is drafting some tactics on a tissue, he's been cloistered at home since Wednesday, questioning the meaning of life...But today he found a new reason to live.. "I will avenge you, Luis!"

Yugueros has an insolent grin on his face but tries to comfort his Capitano/roommate/lover/partner/(enemy?): "It will be okay Marc, you will have it next year... Now can I start tomorrow?"

Flamby: "I'll go sleep early tonight, who knows, I might play 1 or 2 minutes.. Is it enough time for a bicyclette?" (SPOILER ALERT: it is).

Pat doesn't know how he feels about Klopp anymore..."Do I really have to support the Reds now?"

Ali is in London, thinking he will not have a single drink tonight, so we better win tomorrow or it's a wasted night. Tarik is also there, but he doesn't care about football this week-end.

Simone has mixed feelings. On the one side, he wants us to be champions but on the other side, he knows he will have to invite the whole team to his wedding. "Ah well, I'm sure they forgot about it...” (SPOILER ALERT: they didn't)

Daniele is at home, jumping around his exhausted wife, mastering his dancing moves for the club dinner.

Lolo is sick. I'm too old for this shit... But then he remembers he'll get to see Daniele in the shower. He goes to sleep, life is good (holding a phallic-shaped shampoo in his hand).

Gunter is at Cactus, discussing tactics with his hairdresser. She's there with her daughter. It's gonna be a good night.

Pellegry is also there. Pellegry is always there. "He will shag your…” you know.

Diego is doing random shit with a new app he just got. Face swaps, beards, you name it. The life of an artist…”. Should I start putting a Match report book together… naaah, I’ll just faceswap my balls”.

Sam is already putting tape everywhere on his body. Hopefully, it will hold (SPOILER ALERT: it didn’t...).

Erwin is on his indoor bike. Liège-Bastogne-Neige is coming. Plus, it’s a good warm-up if you play on the wing.

Horacito is trying to convince his wife to join the club dinner with 50 wild footballers. "But you don’t understand, it’s fun! Anyway, you have to, we’re gonna be champs! Yeah ok…I’ll sleep on the couch…”

Charlie is at home, having herbal tea. Charlie is serious.

Game-day

It’s finally the best day of the week. Issue: the pitch is a pool. Solution: We play anyway.

Charlie went to get Ali at the station. "I’m very proud of myself, I only drank 5 (English) "beers” and 3 cocktails! (true story)

The pre-game speech is literally the same as the week before, but as usual, we drink El Capitano’s wisdom and we are ready for battle!

whistle! The game starts well for the whites, high pressure on the opposition and we quickly create some chances. And rapidly the first goal comes! A shot from distance by Deschamps is pushed back by the keeper. The latter first has a little nap on the ground, and then decides he should get up and secure the ball. But Mineo, coming literally from the midfield, reaches the ball before him. He tries to aim at goal but is being blocked by the keeper and then Deschamps, Inzaghi-like, jumps on the rebound and just pushes the ball in the back of the net. (0-1).

Unfortunately, Sam needs to leave the pitch. Harmstring is a b****. It’s time for Lolo. We can hear the whispers from the opposition "Oh no…Monsieur Légère”. Panic. The whites are well organized but despite a lot of chances, they cannot double the score sheet before half-time.

Second half, New Inn starts strong and wants to believe in their chances. A little moment of weakness among the whites. Fortunately, it doesn’t last long and they didn’t make the best of their chances. The game turns around and the whites are back in business. New Inn is clearly tired and, thanks to a very high pressure from Daniele the last defender struggles to keep the ball and give it away. Deschamps doesn’t think twice (a striker never does), and shoots with his left foot from outside the box. The keeper, surprised (or still asleep) can’t do anything about it. (0-2).

New inn is definitely out of their game and spaces are huge. The only time they manage to pass the midfield line, they got scared away by the terror trio. (To be noted, Simone managed to keep his nose untouched. A season first). To be fair to New Inn, even when Fred is not playing he scares the hell out of anyone from the sidelines!

Marc is bored.

In attack, things are great, RBBFC is having a chance every minute. The white attackers miss most of them but who cares, they are winning. After another mess-up from the New Inn defense, leads to a 3 against 2 and thanks to a good combination from the trio Horacio-Daniele-Charlie, a third goal is inevitable. (0-3).

(Meanwhile, in Germany. Thomas is shivering. "No, honey, I have a bad feeling about this flight. Let’s stay in Belgium…”).

Charlie decides he had enough for today and leaves the pitch, satisfied (yeah.. ok.. I was put aside.. shut up). Comes the Brazilian legend. Last time he entered the pitch, he scored after 2 minutes. A lot of opportunities are created but the opposition is saved by pure luck many times. Flamby decides it is time to show his magic. He comes in for Daniele who is exhausted but happy as he managed to create the 3 goals. "You’re welcome, Charlie”.

The samba continues. Diego and Flamby are dancing with the defense, but the opposition holds the fort, hardly. Flamby thinks it would be chouette to show Diego how a bicycle kick is done. Unfortunately, it went wide…(let’s say it was really close). Simone was so bored that he decided to play as a striker. And he has the skills! Thanks to an unbelievable assist from Master Gunter (his own words), his volley flew straight towards the goal, or almost. It ended only a few inches close to the right-post.. The almost-goal of the year!

The score did not evolve and another victory is brought home by RBBFC 2. What a season! Only one game left. Oh wait.. what?

WE ARE CHAMPIONS!!!!!

(I don’t remember the rest)

MoM and reporter: Charlie "on fire" Deschamps