LXG 11 - Braine 0
After failing to win or draw in your first eight games (something even LXG has not done, although not far off) you would expect a demoralised team. Not so with Braine CCM, they showed great spirit and utter joy. Where they might not be the best team we played, they had the best team spirit (considering the circumstances) I have seen this season.
They even started the game with attacking intentions. That however lasted about thirty seconds. (Yes, only because they had won the toss and were allowed to kick-off.) After those moments it was all LXG for the next 70 minutes, interrupted only by the opponents kick-offs and the half-time break.
Strangely enough the warriors of Ceasar Romanus Paulus looked stressed in the first ten minutes. In those minutes the brave men of Braine did not concede a goal, surviving several chances. It was only when our very own Puskas broke the deadlock that all pieces fell in the right place. From that moment on, there was no stopping the machine. Have I said that Braine did not score? My mistake, they made possibly the most beautiful goal of the afternoon, the fullback slotted home perfectly and beat his own keeper. Truly a clinical finish. After seeing how it had to be done, Caesar himself put in the third, with Napoleon adding number four before the halftime whistle.
During halftime, no serious matters arose. Caesar Paulus stressed that we should keep on playing football and our Poulet Basque jokingly, although deep down he meant it, said we had to win 10-0… A second half in which Scouser Pat and Giovanni Maldini got a rest from there heavy duties in the first half. Viv made his debut, good timing one could argue. And Catalin was invited to show what stalemate Romanian defenders are made of. With Bernard McAllister replacing our Irish rock after a few minutes into second half our defence was altered in a split second. However, it did not change much for the spectators, it was still one-way football.
10 seconds after kick-off number five was already in the net. Possibly the fastest goal ever to be scored after a kick-off by LXG… Our Roman leader doubled his tally of the day. Soon afterwards our French resistance leader had to show his bravery and added two goals to his account. Meanwhile Roberto “Marco” Carlos had slotted home his first for LXG before the moment came for our very own Mafioso guy: Endrik. With a clinical finish he made the crowd and team-mates go crazy! The atmosphere was such that even the players of Braine were surprised, they were quoted to say: “these guys celebrate like they have won the Champions League”. After setting up Endrik’s goal, our Caesar took the liberty to score his hat trick, giving the example for his counterpart at United. Napoleon didn’t want to stay behind, but miserably failed to score his very own third. With 9-0 on the scoreboard the crowd was clearly awaiting number ten!! (you could hear the chants…ten, ten, ten)
The King of Duvel felt the moment was there! After leaving the audience (and himself) in dismay by missing the arguably best chance of the game, he then slotted home in the following corner…missing one of the opponent’s eyes by an inch or two. At that point our Basque conqueror– on the way to live at the Flemish coast – could not stay behind to his midfield compatriot and decided to score the last goal of the afternoon, number eleven.
A great sunny day, a lot of credit to the Braine guys for showing up, playing and being very sporting. Credit to LXG to stay focused and keep on playing football. The game itself was forgettable but the result will be remembered as LXG’s biggest win ever. Nothing more, nothing less.
Yours truly,
The King of Duvel (who had a few to many of that beautiful draught before writing this nonsense, hence the possible mistakes made in the sequence of actions/goals)