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Iceland of a Saturday evening? Its like ITV.

So, what happened? Stjarnan (you may remember them playing – and being smashed by – Inter earlier in the campaign) went to FH knowing that a win, and only a win would take the title from their hosts. Both sides were unbeaten and, with FH needing just a draw, Stjarnan had the better of the early exchanges, showing a little more urgency and looking a little more likely to score.

When it came, the goal, from Olafur Karl Finsen the team went mad (though didn’t display any of their famed goal celebrations – or at least I turned away and didn’t see it if they did) and managed to keep their intensity and drive going throughout.

Come the second half, frustration was setting in and the sending off of Stjarnan’s Veigar Pall Gunnarsson’s was the kind of thing you don’t see except on a school field. Tripped by an FH player, he was on the ground in the centre circle when another FH man came up and hurled some choice Icelandic words right into his face (possibly just one word, Icelandic words seem to be long); he snapped back, and aimed a hand at his abuser, although remaining on the ground and was shown a red card – rightly – for his troubles.

That extra man for FH eventually told, with Scotland’s Steven Lennon pulling the home side level and back into pole position in the title race. Even down to ten men, though, Stjarnan needed a second goal and pushed and pushed (and kept nearly getting caught out on the break, too) for it. When a chance came, it came to Olafur Karl Finsen (again) as he was left the opportunity to win the title from the penalty spot after a clumsy, tired challenge, saw a spot kick awarded. He converted it and – though they resisted another spectacular celebration, this time there was no denying Stjarnan – their first Icelandic title in the most spectacular fashion.

Entertainment value? 8.5/10.

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