This was the mind-boggling score of the weekend. Actually, of the season, so far. Maybe the decade, to date. A team from a hamlet, really, of the northern UAE outback that is Fujairah, scoring four on Al Jazira, the big, proud club smack in the middle of the 1 million people on Abu Dhabi Island.

Jazira, perennial Arabian Gulf League contender. Dibba Al Fujairah, perennial threat to decline back into the utter anonymity of the UAE’s second division — and maybe stay there for five, six years.

And a 4-2 final for the guppies? (Beyond “minnows”, for you cliche-hugging soccer fans.) Four goals against a team with several individual players who probably get paid more than the entire Dibba roster? (Say hello, Mirko Vucinic, late of Juventus; and you, too, Thiago Neves, obligatory Brazilian attacker.)

How did this happen?

Fairly good chance this will be the mind-blowing-est result of the season, which has another six months to go. But reading about it, seeing a few highlights, we can construct a nearly believable (well, it did happen) notion of how it ended up like this.

–Jazira constitutes an insult to the blue-collar art of soccer defending. They have been leaking goals for years now. They finished second last season despite giving up more goals than all but two tiny teams in the AGL. Jazira is all about coming forward, led by guys who have played in major European leagues, as well as one of the two most accomplished forwards among Emiratis, Ali Mabkhout. Basically, they can score on anyone — but anyone can score against them, and Dibba just proved it.

–Dibba is to Jazira what Barstow is to Los Angeles. The Jazira guys got on their snazzy Jazira bus and drove … and drove … and drove out beyond what would seem to them the end of civilization and to this weird hamlet in God-Knows-Where, a “city” of about 30,000 people divided among two UAE emirates (Sharjah and Fujairah) and the neighboring county of Oman. A place where you can cross an international border while going for groceries. So, combine Jazira arrogance with a sense of having landed on Mars, and the chance of trouble already is there.

–Dibba has a few interesting things going for them. One is Theo Bucker, a German coach who has been knocking around the Levant for decades, now, something of a soccer genius, former coach of the Lebanon national team that got to the final round of Asia qualifying for the 2014 World Cup, which had never happened to poor, strife-torn Lebanon. (A man who speaks English, more or less, though I remember him talking about how Lebanon football had been so low it was “under the carpet”.)

Bucker, a little guy who played for Borussia Dortmund and Schalke, has coached in Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Libya (for goodness sakes) and, now the UAE. Aside from some time at Zamalek and Ismaily of Egypt, he has usually been leading underdogs.

–Dibba has recruited a couple of interesting guys to lead their attack, Boris Kabi, a big, physical forward from Ivory Coast whose job is to score goals, and he’s pretty good at it — getting 23 in 25 league matches for Ajman a few years ago; and Bakary Kone, the classic little “supporting” forward, also from Ivory Coast, who bustles around and causes trouble and, basically, the two of them are the sort of bargain-basement African players the lesser teams in the UAE league recruit when they try to go head to head with the big clubs. Dibba also has a defender, Bilal Najjaren, a veteran from Lebanon who probably is a sort of security blanket for Bucker, who has declared himself “half-Lebanese”.

–So, the match. Jazira not exactly dominating, but Jefferson Farfan, a city slicker (got that sleek vibe) who has lots of time with PSV Eindhoven and Schalke on his resume, scores late in the first half, and Jazira is thinking “we got this”.

–Kabi, however, manages to latch on to a long outlet pass, splits two Jazira defenders, gets a crack of light and bangs in a tying goal past Ali Kasheif, the national team keeper, a few minutes before halftime. (Cue “dum-de-dum-dum” music.)

–Jazira back out in front when central defender Fares Juma knocks one in from the about 15 yards, and it’s 2-1 and, again, “we got this”. Though some might be wondering what Jazira’s central defenders are doing on the edge of the box at the attacking end.

–It gets weird. A restart, and a random, career-second-division defender, Saeed Mohammed, volleys in a goal for Dibba against indifferent Jazira defending, and it’s 2-2 in the 72nd minute, and panic breaks out on the Jazira bench.

–Jazira coach Abel Braga, back at Jazira after four years in Brazil, a man who won the Fifa Club World Cup over Barcelona, for crissakes, and certainly never saw himself losing to something called Dibba, who knows the league (but probably not Dibba) yanks his defensive midfielder, Yaser Matar, and replaces him with a striker/playmaker offensive player, and Jazira throws everything into the attack because a draw versus Dibba is a horrifying concept.

–Instead, Dibba scores two counter-attacking goal against theoretical defense in the final five minutes. The first after Kone pushes a ball ahead to midfielder Tareq Ahmed, who floats a defiant little shot over the Jazira keeper, and it’s 3-2. The final goal is by Kone himself, a minute later, and that’s that.

Those of us in the offices of The National, the ones who care about this, are flabbergasted. It’s like being in the big city, watching election returns come in, and someone saying “Massachusetts has gone Republican” and not believing it for a good long while.

At least, not until we see the video.

So there you are. The million-to-one shot came in. Hell froze over. A month of Sundays hit the calendar. Dibba beat Jazira 4-2, and the one will never tire of talking about it and the other will have trouble living it down.