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The 3rds took on 3rd place Auderghem as we looked to continue a good run after going 4 games unbeaten. It started off jolly and jokey with the opposition until the whistle blew and things got serious. Wilf squinted like Clint Eastwood, Massimo cursed in Italian and Max literally barked like an angry Alaskan Malamute at the opposition centre forward. The mind games seemed to work as Auderghem barely had a chance during the match. In honour of Trump’s win, the back 4 let nothing past the border of the first third of the pitch and Antoine swept up any loose ends like a diligent border control officer. The team played some of our best football all season with patient build up play which ran Auderghem ragged by the end despite them having 35 substitutions. Despite the possession and good build up, Auderghem defended well and limited us to a few chances. After taking a 30 yard pass from Timo down on his chest like a young Fellaini inside the box, Oisín was denied a goal with an incredible save by the keeper. Wilf had to come off early after dislocating his shoulder and Saul had to spend the next 20 minutes telling him that Lethal Weapon probably wasn’t realistic and he couldn’t just pop it back in and continue playing.
“You can be the Murtaugh to my Riggs!” Wilf shouted.
“I’m too old for this shit,” replied Saul.
Max and Rob marauded up for every corner and free kick and caused chaos among the Auderghem defence. Despite the chaos, the ball refused to go where it belonged and the match ended 0-0. A great performance against a good team. With a bit more luck we would’ve come away with 3 points.
“You looked very cool on that pitch, circulating the football with calm, ease and confidence,“ claimed former third Rodrigo, clearly looking for a free beer.
If any of the other vets have compliments, keep them to yourselves because we’re the best team in the league and we already know it. We’re going straight to the top.
MOTM: Con (great jawline)