Cork City v Genk: A battle of hearts and minds right to the end

After 14 minutes at Turner’s Cross last night, Genk’s Thomas Buffel slapped a cap on one money-making venture.

The finish was as matter of fact as the shut of a ledger, sidefooted unsympathetically.

The effect was eerie. A ground that had rumbled for a quarter-hour, charged up on novelty and possibility, fell silent, save the beat of a drum and the cheer of a few score topless Belgians.