Brittany National Football Team
The Brittany football select is the professional football team of Brittany, France. It is administered by Bretagne Football Association (BFA). It is neither affiliated to FIFA nor UEFA but is characterised as one of the six Celtic nations and has also been referred to as Little Britain, as opposed to Great Britain. Its games are held under the care of the French Football Federation and FIFA Regulations (III.8.3, p.59). Amateur football in Brittany is administered by both the Ligue de Bretagne and Ligue Atlantique, which are regional FAs within the French FA.
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