Met late at 9.35 on a cold damp morning. Chris G nursing a hangover, Phil looking his evervescent self after his bout of Swine flu and Royston bringing both of his knees! Plenty of time to think about what lay ahead as we travelled over the border in to Londinium. We were met by what looked like some of the characters out of Lock Stock and 2 smoking barrels. The only thing missing were the "SHOOTERS" Bully was in a good mood surprisingly as he was sat next to Chairman Al in the changing room. We were told that we were playing 442 and that chairman Al would be making the changes. The pitch was a bit boggy, but flat which helped our supreme passing game. First 20 minutes we had all the game mentally and physically and our passing was sublime and they were chasing shadows and getting frustrated. Although their midfield was their strenght.They got their first on 30 minutes which was against the run of play. It was a long ranger which "swerved and dipped all over the place" so said Mark. Richard was playing like 2 men attacking at every opportunity and also having time to hold the ball up to make some good lay offs. Definitely my man of the match. He had a little skirmish with one of their defenders which ended up with a swollen eye the size of a golf ball.So they ended up with 10 men for the majority of the game which was their downfall having no subs to call upon. 10 minutes before half time Chris W finds himself in the box with the ball at his feet and calmly picks his spot to slot home the equaliser between two defenders and the goalie. Which was the least we deserved. A good constructive half time talk should have kick started the 2nd half, but they were playing some good football which made Mark work hard on the line. A great 2 legged save saw the ball go over the bar and some brave defending from Royston and Chris G saw off the oppositions attacks. Good contributions from Darren working well with Phil and John B combining well with Alistair saw some good attacking play down the flanks. No goals yet, but it was coming.The stand in manager made a double substitution with Dave and Brendan coming on for Richard and Darren. They found an 11th man from some where to fill in the back 4. We made a great run down the right with Alistair crossing the ball which ended up on the far side for Phil to chip it back for Matt to shoot, their goalie to save and John B to rifle the ball home at short range which gave us the upper hand. Ten minutes later Matty found the strength to nod on a lovely pass which found Dave motoring pass their back line to cooly slot the ball pass the keepers finger tips and off the post. They hadn't given up and were still playing some good football. We were standing as one resolute, concentrated and hungry to finish them off. Again we broke down one of their passing moves for Matty to play a through ball to Dave who bamboozled their defence to find himself on side in front of the keeper with 20 yards between him and the goal only to lob a perfect ball in to the back of the net. HE'S NOT A CENTRE FORWARD YOU KNOW. It was good night Vienna and no way back for the opposition. A long awaited win which puts us back on track for the league title. Everyone enjoyed the banter in the changing rooms as Alistair was threatening to "pull everyone off" not least of all their eleventh man who was towelling his scrotum only inches away!! A beer and some well presented sandwiches were consumed and we all drove back over the border to carry on the day. Dave went home for a wank (well deserved in my book) Then ended up on a drinking session with John B talking about their goals constantly. Next week MBNAZWYQTS. Enjoy your week ahead bonny lads.
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Monday, 2 November 2009
Knobs 0 Ware 2
First league defeat, three more games on the trot to define our league season- either we win them and go on to geriatric glory or we play for memories. Howay the lads. Which reminds me of the first goal conceded against Ware after 30 minutes yesterday. Does the cry from the keeper, "Away, away, away," suggest he is a sad Newcastle supporter who has lost his way yem or is it an entreaty to a defender to kick the fucking ball anywhere but somewhere? Answers on the end of your knobs please, the most fertile answer receiving grandstand ticketsto a rousing event of their choice- answers on a postcard please as to what entails a most pleasing arousing event. Dirty answers only- we are lads after all!
All agreed neither side deserved to lose. How satisfying.
It stood 1-0 until their second with 9 minutes to go-a clear shot from a corner that finished the contest. We never got such clear cut chances, despite our superior attacking play. Do we over egg the pudding in the final third. I've always tended to think so. Yet it has to be said that their defence was hard, together and committed so probably that cancels out our attacking flair. A couple of goalline skirmishes defied belief and probably summed up our lack of luck on the day. Perhaps Gavin should have had a penalty late on, I've thought about it a bit and perhaps I'm a little bit too unbiassed. Did he get the ball first before being assassinated by the goalie's attack? Probably. I think the modern law interpretation says penalty! All so quick, sorry Gavin, sorry lads, that would have been 2-1 with time to go but there you are, well played everyone. It was generally a very pacy game on a very slick surface with the rain falling incessantly from start to louse. I froze and am expecting the transplant by the end of the week from a baboon, now we're talking.
Roy was back as if he'd never been away. We played 4-3-3 somewhat successfully but lacked killer instinct in the box. A combination of no luck, poor poaching and often crap crosses after the hard work had been done. As I said their defence was very sound if unspectacular.
Darren had a tete a tete with the winger who is still lurking in Knebworth back streets looking for revenge. " He's been kicking me all game" he mutters to no noticeable effect. Just ignore him if you see him, I think he's harmless if a little deranged.
The margarine crust at The Fox really took the biscuit- pity it wasn't one - a dog biscuit that is, I might have ate it. But it looked better when decorated with litter and a crumpled fag packet.
Howay Fox, rationing's been over for 60 years!
John Boyle- don't be disheartened life is a learning curve. Ask Ledley.
All agreed neither side deserved to lose. How satisfying.
It stood 1-0 until their second with 9 minutes to go-a clear shot from a corner that finished the contest. We never got such clear cut chances, despite our superior attacking play. Do we over egg the pudding in the final third. I've always tended to think so. Yet it has to be said that their defence was hard, together and committed so probably that cancels out our attacking flair. A couple of goalline skirmishes defied belief and probably summed up our lack of luck on the day. Perhaps Gavin should have had a penalty late on, I've thought about it a bit and perhaps I'm a little bit too unbiassed. Did he get the ball first before being assassinated by the goalie's attack? Probably. I think the modern law interpretation says penalty! All so quick, sorry Gavin, sorry lads, that would have been 2-1 with time to go but there you are, well played everyone. It was generally a very pacy game on a very slick surface with the rain falling incessantly from start to louse. I froze and am expecting the transplant by the end of the week from a baboon, now we're talking.
Roy was back as if he'd never been away. We played 4-3-3 somewhat successfully but lacked killer instinct in the box. A combination of no luck, poor poaching and often crap crosses after the hard work had been done. As I said their defence was very sound if unspectacular.
Darren had a tete a tete with the winger who is still lurking in Knebworth back streets looking for revenge. " He's been kicking me all game" he mutters to no noticeable effect. Just ignore him if you see him, I think he's harmless if a little deranged.
The margarine crust at The Fox really took the biscuit- pity it wasn't one - a dog biscuit that is, I might have ate it. But it looked better when decorated with litter and a crumpled fag packet.
Howay Fox, rationing's been over for 60 years!
John Boyle- don't be disheartened life is a learning curve. Ask Ledley.
Monday, 26 October 2009
Therfield 3 Knobs 0
Lovely day- wind too strong, bare 11 of those signed on available and a bit of a defeat.
Individually many struggled in the wind and numerous filled in rabbit holes. We actually only conceded the second goal with 15 minutes left and then all spirit- such as it was- evaporated.
We could have scored a few but didn't. Hit the bar in first minute (my gammy leg though I caught it too well). One terrific move saw a cross- at last- by John, square to Steve who hit a sweet shot low which was well saved by their keeper. The latter played well. A run of 60 yards by Chris Wilson was a highlight and it ended with a raking shot just wide.
Our crossing was either non existent (over playing with extra touches) or lamentable. That means utter shite.
On the positive side, players who rarely get a sniff of a run out never mind a whole 90 minutes were afforded a chance to graft and craft. I realise that football for all our members is the rationale of the club- so this somewhat abated my disquiet at the performance and the result.
First time I've ever kicked off to the accompaniment of a referee smoking a fag. There's a first. I thought the ref was pleasant but one sided and altogether quite crap. But there you are, Sir Alex would have gone red, peuce and black before spontaneously combusting. "It was only a shove!"
Must remember that rule.
Rumour mill.
One member, unavailable for work reasons, was in Manchester closetly watching something called "Pink"!
One member's family commitments seems to require him to drink all afternoon in The Roebuck, deigning the opportunity to drink a social pint with the oppo after the game.
A poor turn out in Therfield's re-opened pub after the game, but a content if contentious turn out. Realise everyone has a view, must remember that.
Four league games on the trot now, enjoy it may be the end.
Bring back Roy- even Big Bob got a mention yesterday but then Therfield was the scene of his oratorical fame. "Call yourself a camel"!
Aunty Social
Individually many struggled in the wind and numerous filled in rabbit holes. We actually only conceded the second goal with 15 minutes left and then all spirit- such as it was- evaporated.
We could have scored a few but didn't. Hit the bar in first minute (my gammy leg though I caught it too well). One terrific move saw a cross- at last- by John, square to Steve who hit a sweet shot low which was well saved by their keeper. The latter played well. A run of 60 yards by Chris Wilson was a highlight and it ended with a raking shot just wide.
Our crossing was either non existent (over playing with extra touches) or lamentable. That means utter shite.
On the positive side, players who rarely get a sniff of a run out never mind a whole 90 minutes were afforded a chance to graft and craft. I realise that football for all our members is the rationale of the club- so this somewhat abated my disquiet at the performance and the result.
First time I've ever kicked off to the accompaniment of a referee smoking a fag. There's a first. I thought the ref was pleasant but one sided and altogether quite crap. But there you are, Sir Alex would have gone red, peuce and black before spontaneously combusting. "It was only a shove!"
Must remember that rule.
Rumour mill.
One member, unavailable for work reasons, was in Manchester closetly watching something called "Pink"!
One member's family commitments seems to require him to drink all afternoon in The Roebuck, deigning the opportunity to drink a social pint with the oppo after the game.
A poor turn out in Therfield's re-opened pub after the game, but a content if contentious turn out. Realise everyone has a view, must remember that.
Four league games on the trot now, enjoy it may be the end.
Bring back Roy- even Big Bob got a mention yesterday but then Therfield was the scene of his oratorical fame. "Call yourself a camel"!
Aunty Social
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Knobs 2 Saints 2
Good point in the end and on the whole an enjoyable, competitive game played in good spirit.
A little bit of tactics before the game- 4-3-3! (or rather 4-3-1-2- with Steve B the more withdrawn of the front 3 pulling a few strings).
This ultimately means clamping the middle of the field, relinquishing some of the width, so that we defend somewhat narrowly and unfortunately, unless the full backs are charging forward into the vacant wide spaces, attacking by playing through a narrower, somewhat congested middle of the pitch. This was working to an extent in the first half, though feelings develop among defenders that too much space is been given out wide when they attack. Central midfielders start to feel uneasy and want to drift out to combat the threats wide and often get caught half and half. The answer is hold your nerve- give them that space and defend inside of it by sheer energy and extra weight of numbers. Another downside is that things can get a bit cramped through the middle, people getting in each others' way, sometimes an inability to make passes through a crowd, and the frustration of trying to run with the ball in such congestion.
This can be alleviated by practice at the system, having the fullbacks regularly attacking down the wide spaces of the wings (and having the guts and some sort of fitness to get back again quickly if a move breaks down), and having the front two making arcing runs out into the width anticipating occasional balls knocked into spaces there. After we woke up and realised the game had started this is what happened on a few occasions and Matt and Gavin's speed proved hot to handle. I thought we would at least score a sackful with our attacking against their not too robust defence!
We took a 2-0 lead- hey this is easy. First an inadequate goalkeeping clearance was taken up by Gavin who slid across for Matt to coolly slot home from 10 yards. Shortly afterwards a nice move saw the ball arrive to Matt who lashed goalwards, the ball ricocheting to Chris W at the far post, who netted easily. They got in a few times but squandered their chances before pulling one back from a goalmouth melee just before half time.
While I was removing a dog turd from the pitch at half time an active debate was taking place about systems. Please stick with the one we're using and we did. However let's not forget they are a useful, pretty fit side who were unbeaten and up for it. Perhaps it was their play and their fitness that in the end accounted for more than any particular system we adopted (I'm sure it was- please disagree) and they duly achieved an equaliser- an excellent finish and missed a hatful. I don't know what everyone thinks about the way the game unfolded but I reckon there is a general lack of belief in each other as individuals within the system and the fitness of each other leading to people fretting about teammates ability to do a job rather than concentrating on their own performances positively, that was and is the main drawback. Believe young men believe!
A little bit of tactics before the game- 4-3-3! (or rather 4-3-1-2- with Steve B the more withdrawn of the front 3 pulling a few strings).
This ultimately means clamping the middle of the field, relinquishing some of the width, so that we defend somewhat narrowly and unfortunately, unless the full backs are charging forward into the vacant wide spaces, attacking by playing through a narrower, somewhat congested middle of the pitch. This was working to an extent in the first half, though feelings develop among defenders that too much space is been given out wide when they attack. Central midfielders start to feel uneasy and want to drift out to combat the threats wide and often get caught half and half. The answer is hold your nerve- give them that space and defend inside of it by sheer energy and extra weight of numbers. Another downside is that things can get a bit cramped through the middle, people getting in each others' way, sometimes an inability to make passes through a crowd, and the frustration of trying to run with the ball in such congestion.
This can be alleviated by practice at the system, having the fullbacks regularly attacking down the wide spaces of the wings (and having the guts and some sort of fitness to get back again quickly if a move breaks down), and having the front two making arcing runs out into the width anticipating occasional balls knocked into spaces there. After we woke up and realised the game had started this is what happened on a few occasions and Matt and Gavin's speed proved hot to handle. I thought we would at least score a sackful with our attacking against their not too robust defence!
We took a 2-0 lead- hey this is easy. First an inadequate goalkeeping clearance was taken up by Gavin who slid across for Matt to coolly slot home from 10 yards. Shortly afterwards a nice move saw the ball arrive to Matt who lashed goalwards, the ball ricocheting to Chris W at the far post, who netted easily. They got in a few times but squandered their chances before pulling one back from a goalmouth melee just before half time.
While I was removing a dog turd from the pitch at half time an active debate was taking place about systems. Please stick with the one we're using and we did. However let's not forget they are a useful, pretty fit side who were unbeaten and up for it. Perhaps it was their play and their fitness that in the end accounted for more than any particular system we adopted (I'm sure it was- please disagree) and they duly achieved an equaliser- an excellent finish and missed a hatful. I don't know what everyone thinks about the way the game unfolded but I reckon there is a general lack of belief in each other as individuals within the system and the fitness of each other leading to people fretting about teammates ability to do a job rather than concentrating on their own performances positively, that was and is the main drawback. Believe young men believe!
One incident of note. We defended and attacked, leaving an opponent "injured" in the wake. We knock ball out. They give us the ball back via one of their blokes (someone called cunt) who hits a rather too hard too wide ball at our goal- Trevor, in goal, is evaded and the ball trickles home for a goal. Their passer throws up his arms in elation- as I said, cunt. I as referee reluctantly blow for their goal. To their credit they refuse it. I don't know- getting too old for this modern morality. OK- we play on and am accosted by their captain , no it's a goal and then we'll let you kick off and run down and score. Is tis an actual rule or some bliddy extra complication devised from this daft etiquette grey area that has developed in the game? I don't know- oh just play on 2-2, and that's how it ended.
Huge turn out by both sides in THE FOX. Them in the pub and us in the 'garden'. Sandwiches were a scuptural masterpiece- how can nutrition be squeezed into something so exquisitively thin? That fat guy from Ipswich would struggle on this diet! The sliced cucumber tasted nice! Congratulations to Bill and Paul- twenty four hours late- I gather Danny Griffiths had announced the event to come under Knebworth 1st teams's 'fact of the week' the day before.
Knobs 'fact of the week'- John Boyle commits to family- misses game to go to Southend to watch a game with brothers, Ray and Rob. AAH there's nice boyo!
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Harpenden Rovers 1 Knobs 1
First the game. A fairly fought innocuous sort of affair, I thought, from my position as linesman throughout. Apart from some blatant hacks on Gavin and a slap in the face by Phil, for which he was booked, it was a torpid affair. Some may see it as a good result in hindsight- I thought, with our personnel we should have wiped them out. There you are- opinions. Their keeper saved five times brilliantly and denied us certain goals. They rarely threatened. With a distinct advantage, second half, downslope and a burgeoning wind behind them their sole tactic seemed to be their own goalkicks. Their fleet footed forward stood 30 yards beyond our back four awaiting a titanic launch which rarely came and when it did Trevor simply teased it from his toecaps in the area. Well I suppose they had a tactic. Did we? Gavin, first half on the left was breathtakingly fast, leading to keeper saves and a hack down for a penalty from which Steve missed- it bobbled with goalie going wrong way and trickled past the post! We made some changes with Dave deputising at centre forward, right back, centre half and left back, the boy was all over the place and hacked noone. Chris Wilson had an outstanding game and John Boyle proved to be an excellent right back when placed there. We took the lead when Matt charged down a goalie's clearance with the ball falling invitingly to Mike- he doesn't miss those- often. They equalised with a soft one- admittedly- but apart from a a couple of saves from Trevor and a head off the line from John they hardly threatened. Man of the match? Their goalkeeper.
We retired for excellent snacks and bottles of beer to their clubhouse where MFI furniture is having a renaissance, then went home. Just as I was approaching my front door I was accosted by John and Phil and we adjourned to the Station for a couple. Same clientele, perhaps a little fatter and it still stinks, more so without the fragrant masking of tobacco fumes.
Tactics. It's vets football so you have try hard but also be aware of the limitations nowadays of your teammates. Like slowing down a bit and not being available. Understood!
In Gavin we have a resource not likely to be matched by oppositions. Agreed? Now Gavin might want to be a bit more involved in footballing build up play of a purist sort but above all else he is a Billy Whizz awaiting the welly up and over or around or anywhere in the last third. I'm sure some will not agree, well they are wrong.
Somehow, even though we are unbeaten in the last five games, we are not playing as well as last season and it's not due to individual foibles. I recognise that Steve is not the Martin, Richard or Phil type of midfielder but who else passes short or long with such zip and accuracy? Noone.
Playing Steve as one of two forwards, on the other hand reduces his effectiveness markedly. So what to be done.
In a 4-4-2 the two wide midfielders have to tuck in far more and support and rule the middle. Give them the space out wide, most teams don't know what to do with it. We want a compact centre and if they progress down the wings we will have enough players in the middle, behind the ball to move over and cover or in the ulikely event of them creating a crossing opportunity wide, we will have numbers in the middle to deal with any threat.
Another method, 4-4-3. Again we would depend on personnel. This would have Steve lurking behind the front two with 3 midfielders behind him. This would be fine if the two fullbacks were fit and eager enough to keep filling the wide spaces up AND back again. See who is available.
Then there is the diamond. Fabio said to me........ perhaps we should forgo this.
The best tactical set up would probably be 1-4-4- 3 but we don't cheat but it's worth a thought when playing underage sides.
Fair wind to your arses.
Ron
We retired for excellent snacks and bottles of beer to their clubhouse where MFI furniture is having a renaissance, then went home. Just as I was approaching my front door I was accosted by John and Phil and we adjourned to the Station for a couple. Same clientele, perhaps a little fatter and it still stinks, more so without the fragrant masking of tobacco fumes.
Tactics. It's vets football so you have try hard but also be aware of the limitations nowadays of your teammates. Like slowing down a bit and not being available. Understood!
In Gavin we have a resource not likely to be matched by oppositions. Agreed? Now Gavin might want to be a bit more involved in footballing build up play of a purist sort but above all else he is a Billy Whizz awaiting the welly up and over or around or anywhere in the last third. I'm sure some will not agree, well they are wrong.
Somehow, even though we are unbeaten in the last five games, we are not playing as well as last season and it's not due to individual foibles. I recognise that Steve is not the Martin, Richard or Phil type of midfielder but who else passes short or long with such zip and accuracy? Noone.
Playing Steve as one of two forwards, on the other hand reduces his effectiveness markedly. So what to be done.
In a 4-4-2 the two wide midfielders have to tuck in far more and support and rule the middle. Give them the space out wide, most teams don't know what to do with it. We want a compact centre and if they progress down the wings we will have enough players in the middle, behind the ball to move over and cover or in the ulikely event of them creating a crossing opportunity wide, we will have numbers in the middle to deal with any threat.
Another method, 4-4-3. Again we would depend on personnel. This would have Steve lurking behind the front two with 3 midfielders behind him. This would be fine if the two fullbacks were fit and eager enough to keep filling the wide spaces up AND back again. See who is available.
Then there is the diamond. Fabio said to me........ perhaps we should forgo this.
The best tactical set up would probably be 1-4-4- 3 but we don't cheat but it's worth a thought when playing underage sides.
Fair wind to your arses.
Ron
Monday, 5 October 2009
Knobs 2 Birchanger 1
The rain has arrived thus ending dessicated, bouncy pitches the likes of which we played on yesterday- until some other climatic excuse arises!
Four wins in a row, is that right, and we haven't played remotely well as a team yet!
Next week a league tester away to Harpenden Rovers and a number of absentees already announced.
After Friday's team meet and tashin session those that attended emerged fit and rashless.
A couple of lads carrying injuries on the day made subbing a little easier but not much.
The first 15 minutes most of the players were individually poor and 'playing' at walking pace thus as a team we were not there.
Things improved so much so that by the end of the game I noticed players bursting guts with pace and effort and it made you wonder what triggers this effort that wasn't there 'early doors' (don't you hate that phrase).
We were very much in control for a large part of the game and when we did play simple football from front to back, there was so much space and control it looked easy. Steve Bull is there for a reason keep using him or he'll take root and turn into a very pretty tree.
A reasonable move saw the ball present itself to Alistair, a few yards out, he desisted from the first time lash with the right and after a series of contortions in and and around his left foot he let fly and netted comfortably , to his intense pleasure.
The second arrived mid second half when from a Bully corner, Dave 'hacker' Jordan sidefooted home before hobbling back to the half way line, boot in hand!!!!
They scored direct, more or less, perhaps less, from a corner, with 10 minutes left. We were left with the unedifying sight of a handbags exchange between bristling Dave and their non bristling full back. The final whistle went in lieu of the first bell but everyone went home. Pub poorly attended in the last of the summer sun.
Four wins in a row, is that right, and we haven't played remotely well as a team yet!
Next week a league tester away to Harpenden Rovers and a number of absentees already announced.
After Friday's team meet and tashin session those that attended emerged fit and rashless.
A couple of lads carrying injuries on the day made subbing a little easier but not much.
The first 15 minutes most of the players were individually poor and 'playing' at walking pace thus as a team we were not there.
Things improved so much so that by the end of the game I noticed players bursting guts with pace and effort and it made you wonder what triggers this effort that wasn't there 'early doors' (don't you hate that phrase).
We were very much in control for a large part of the game and when we did play simple football from front to back, there was so much space and control it looked easy. Steve Bull is there for a reason keep using him or he'll take root and turn into a very pretty tree.
A reasonable move saw the ball present itself to Alistair, a few yards out, he desisted from the first time lash with the right and after a series of contortions in and and around his left foot he let fly and netted comfortably , to his intense pleasure.
The second arrived mid second half when from a Bully corner, Dave 'hacker' Jordan sidefooted home before hobbling back to the half way line, boot in hand!!!!
They scored direct, more or less, perhaps less, from a corner, with 10 minutes left. We were left with the unedifying sight of a handbags exchange between bristling Dave and their non bristling full back. The final whistle went in lieu of the first bell but everyone went home. Pub poorly attended in the last of the summer sun.
Monday, 28 September 2009
Recent games 2009
Garston 7-1, men and boys. A bit of strategy and some self awareness might have narrowed the gap. Got to mention Brendan's fabulous 25 yard goal. He caught the ball perfectly as he was leaning backwards getting just the right leverage and elevation to lob the keeper.
League v Old Owens- We win 4-1. Comfortable win. Well reffed I thought. JB opened his account, Matty got a couple and our new centre forward Paul scored the other. Glue hands Mark kept goal- find of the season?
Our new centre forward left us with 10 minutes left and will not be returning. I believe Steve Bull is his agent.
Steve was taken off briefly and took it like a man. Cough, cough splutter. He knew it made sense.
Knobs 3 Old Pretenders 0. Was away to the barren north for a funeral. An own goal was one of the scorers. The others?
Computer now fixed, ta JB.
Knobs 2 Goldcheats 0.
Scorers John Boyle, a fine strike from a narrow angle and Martin following up a sweeping move neatly finished off at the far post leaving their youthful midfielders admiring him from the half way line!
The game would have been a forfeit on account of their superfluity of young non-talent and I have learned today that is indeed to count as a forfeit and the result is now 1-0 to us. I believe 4 of the first 6 league fixtures have been forfeits. A fucking parlour game not football. Best forfeit?
Sandy 9 Ware 2 now reads Sandy 0 Ware 1! Who will win this league? Why the one who can spot the under 30 year old in the opposition ranks. We could qualify for Europe? Keep up the old corinthian spirit eh wot!
Alistair got kicked up the bracket, eliciting much sympathy and not a little blood. Yours truly got a shouting at for not having a bottle of water concealed in his jock strap. Alistair helped himself to a bottle from a bag and raised the ire of one Steve B. "It's not water, it's medicine". Alistair sluiced on undeterred. ( heard today that Alistair's face has fallen off but he has one or two working parts left).
Everyone played well. Defence good, particularly Chris G and Simmo. Trevor dislocated a pinkie which Alistair reset and he played on.
All good in the late summer world.
Toodle pip.
League v Old Owens- We win 4-1. Comfortable win. Well reffed I thought. JB opened his account, Matty got a couple and our new centre forward Paul scored the other. Glue hands Mark kept goal- find of the season?
Our new centre forward left us with 10 minutes left and will not be returning. I believe Steve Bull is his agent.
Steve was taken off briefly and took it like a man. Cough, cough splutter. He knew it made sense.
Knobs 3 Old Pretenders 0. Was away to the barren north for a funeral. An own goal was one of the scorers. The others?
Computer now fixed, ta JB.
Knobs 2 Goldcheats 0.
Scorers John Boyle, a fine strike from a narrow angle and Martin following up a sweeping move neatly finished off at the far post leaving their youthful midfielders admiring him from the half way line!
The game would have been a forfeit on account of their superfluity of young non-talent and I have learned today that is indeed to count as a forfeit and the result is now 1-0 to us. I believe 4 of the first 6 league fixtures have been forfeits. A fucking parlour game not football. Best forfeit?
Sandy 9 Ware 2 now reads Sandy 0 Ware 1! Who will win this league? Why the one who can spot the under 30 year old in the opposition ranks. We could qualify for Europe? Keep up the old corinthian spirit eh wot!
Alistair got kicked up the bracket, eliciting much sympathy and not a little blood. Yours truly got a shouting at for not having a bottle of water concealed in his jock strap. Alistair helped himself to a bottle from a bag and raised the ire of one Steve B. "It's not water, it's medicine". Alistair sluiced on undeterred. ( heard today that Alistair's face has fallen off but he has one or two working parts left).
Everyone played well. Defence good, particularly Chris G and Simmo. Trevor dislocated a pinkie which Alistair reset and he played on.
All good in the late summer world.
Toodle pip.
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