All who participated could not believe we got nowt from this game. Still it was competitive without being nasty and most players, including theirs, descended on The Station afterwards,where true connoisseurs of the round ball game witnessed the demolition of West Ham by the bonny lads in black and white. I digress, back to the league game where we were ahead twice through sumptious Gavin strikes, especially the first, only to be pegged back by two less than glorious goals before they notched their winner from the penalty spot. All in all, all very unfortunate, we ran them close and they weren't their usual cocky selves.
A lovely cross headed in unerringly by Richard was chalked off by Carl's flag and my reffing- very close! Sandy didn't complain about our officiating then but did they go ballistic when I gave our second goal, in my view legitimately, shortly afterwards. "Cheats, cunts "...and the usual boring litany that passes for democratic comment on a football pitch. Their linesman wasn't even watching, was miles behind the play and only flagged in obedience to his masters' voices well after the ball was in the net. Thinking back, I know I was right to give a goal for several reasons, not the least being the ref's decision is final, yer tek the rough wi thi smooth and gerron wi life or in this case the game. Wait till we play with their qualified ref yill get nowt.
Well played lads, I can only say that mistakes have cost us these past couple of games but some of the football has been brisk, compact and imaginative. Next week it's Goldings, who will probably win the league and can be nasty. Last season's closing match saw us deny them the title with a fine 3-0 win, a match which culminated in the near fatal strangulation of Trevor and the nutting of Bill (our ref). An interesting morning following on from Friday's bondage session seems guaranteed.
Oh a forgot "Howay the lads" - latest score Arsenal 0 The Lads 0
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Tuesday 25 September 2007
Monday 17 September 2007
Monday 10 September 2007
Knobs 2 St Helens 3
They beat us. THEY beat US! I still cannot take it in. The hoofing and booting side, all energy and mouth beat us. Despite loosing the valuable assets of Martin and Richard overnight, we still should be capable of outwitting such a side as theirs! But we didn't. So we go on to the next game v Sandy at home in the league next week, c'est la vie- going on and hopefully upwards toward a threshold of enjoyment that will hold you in good stead for the initial days of the next working week or if retired, like some of us, toward a feeling of relevant contact with a world that has passed us by.
We were 2-0 up thanks to a headed goal from geriatric boy and a knock in from the ubiquitous Matt, following, dare one say it, a footballing move. Nice!
They tried, it was only a matter of time that they would get some joy from their singular tactic of hoying it in the box and let the devil take the hindmost. A soft first goal, a swervy second and then a deserved pressurising third gave them the spoils. We played some reasonable football going forward and were unlucky in chances carved out but it was not to be.
Some pleasant banter and scything fouls spiced the hour mark. Their wee midfielder takes on my mantle with the accolade of "cunt of the week"- so much more sweeter if we'd have won.
Seriously now. Qu'est ce que c'est? From now on, until I'm de-clawed by the committee, this is how we're going to play it. All games allow us to roll on and roll off substitutes, friendlies or league. In the league I will, as usual, try to assemble a squad for the following Sunday which I will make public by Saturday at the latest. On the Sunday I will pick the first 11 to start with others as subs. Unlike friendlies (yes I know they're all supposed to be friendlies) I will only use the subs when considered relevant in proper match conditions. This could mean that some players face the possibility of standing on the line for 90 minutes, like in the old days when yi wer young at heart, fancy free, oozing testosterone and ultimately generally pissed off with a sedentary role. Knaa the feeling. Course yi dae! Subs, though still able to roll on and off, will be used tactically and in the event of injury. We don't just roll up on a Sunday with a divine right to get on at some stage. Is that fair or is it not? If a player, considering this policy, doesn't want to be involved they can drop out for the week. The option is theirs. Every one signed on will get their fair share of games over a season of 34 games anyway. This is my considered view of a fair way to marry fun and serious intent over the next 6 months. Please comment before the committee do!
Thank you Mike for refereeing us yesterday- not always a thankful task. I, myself, will sacrafice myself to this role once again next Sunday, unless diarrhoea, babysitting roles, hangovers or injuries intervene and require me to attempt to participate on the beloved pitch. (Nae better feeling as yer approaching the grave by the way).
Football is fun but there always serious issues to address to ensure fun, and victories, ensue. And, not all of us agree, therein lies the rub!
Black eye giver
We were 2-0 up thanks to a headed goal from geriatric boy and a knock in from the ubiquitous Matt, following, dare one say it, a footballing move. Nice!
They tried, it was only a matter of time that they would get some joy from their singular tactic of hoying it in the box and let the devil take the hindmost. A soft first goal, a swervy second and then a deserved pressurising third gave them the spoils. We played some reasonable football going forward and were unlucky in chances carved out but it was not to be.
Some pleasant banter and scything fouls spiced the hour mark. Their wee midfielder takes on my mantle with the accolade of "cunt of the week"- so much more sweeter if we'd have won.
Seriously now. Qu'est ce que c'est? From now on, until I'm de-clawed by the committee, this is how we're going to play it. All games allow us to roll on and roll off substitutes, friendlies or league. In the league I will, as usual, try to assemble a squad for the following Sunday which I will make public by Saturday at the latest. On the Sunday I will pick the first 11 to start with others as subs. Unlike friendlies (yes I know they're all supposed to be friendlies) I will only use the subs when considered relevant in proper match conditions. This could mean that some players face the possibility of standing on the line for 90 minutes, like in the old days when yi wer young at heart, fancy free, oozing testosterone and ultimately generally pissed off with a sedentary role. Knaa the feeling. Course yi dae! Subs, though still able to roll on and off, will be used tactically and in the event of injury. We don't just roll up on a Sunday with a divine right to get on at some stage. Is that fair or is it not? If a player, considering this policy, doesn't want to be involved they can drop out for the week. The option is theirs. Every one signed on will get their fair share of games over a season of 34 games anyway. This is my considered view of a fair way to marry fun and serious intent over the next 6 months. Please comment before the committee do!
Thank you Mike for refereeing us yesterday- not always a thankful task. I, myself, will sacrafice myself to this role once again next Sunday, unless diarrhoea, babysitting roles, hangovers or injuries intervene and require me to attempt to participate on the beloved pitch. (Nae better feeling as yer approaching the grave by the way).
Football is fun but there always serious issues to address to ensure fun, and victories, ensue. And, not all of us agree, therein lies the rub!
Black eye giver
Tuesday 4 September 2007
Knobs 4 Royston 4
A lucky draw yet should and could have been a massacre in our favour- 4-0 up after a half hour.
Two players failed to show, two players drop out with injuries at last moment, I spend a good hour on Sunday morning trying to find a ref so I could play then at the ground two players turn up unexpectedly, I ref and all ends well- sort of.
Trevor excellent in goal, Steve a good game, some terrific 'clear the lines' hoofs away, midfield purring with Martin, Phil, John Boyle and in the first half Mark Mills and Matt scoring at will up front. Steve' s a lovely player of one touch, up front, but faded when Matt went (to watch friggin Arsenal would yi believe- we could hev done with him in the second half but there'll be plenty second halfs to come)- you need to play it somewhere near him( Steve that is) play to his strengths! Second half our passing became ragged, no use hitting long balls for Steve and Carl. I knew they wouldn't give up, we gave them sniffs (big ones) and they grew in confidence. Fair enough we came back well in the last 15 minutes but it was 4-4 by then. Oh yes Rob, another youth policy addition, came on to contribute well. Note he has an aggressive long throw, something to take more advantage of in future games.
The weather was balmy late summer, no doubt there was some physical suffering in our ranks, but I hope participants enjoyed the run out- not enough in the Station hospitality suite afterwards though, where the sandwiches were again plentiful but fucking freezing.
Matt scored two- first a neat glancing header from a simple passing build up, our first attack, his second robbing their centre half for a pleasant free shot into the corner. A loose ball out to John Boyle who from twenty five, six or seven yards floated it back into their net, our second attack and a nice rifled drive from Phil should have set us on the way to a handsome record victory over a Royston, who have played before, but we let them off the hook!
The match was played in splendid spirit except for that cunt Carlos or Shitlos or Braincellloss or just cunt who seemed to be in sort of disagreement with the honest - give what I see- referee. I did receive apologies and condolences from many of their lads and to be honest I didn't really need them. Yi try yer best and if peeple divvint like it they cin hevva go but fuck em, divvint werry life gans on. The fucker caaled me a cunt 3 times but a didn't hev me dichtionary so a pretended a didnt knaa worree meant. 30 years ago ad a ntted him so a must o grown up a bit- just a bit!
Vets football !
If its worth gettin up on Sunday morning to play at our advanced ages its worth tryin to get things right. Attack breaks down- get back behind the ball divvint rest. Adapt to our ages, none of us can run like we used to - except perhaps Matt- so play to what strengths we have left, in other words pass the ball roughly in the direction of a team mate's feet for the most part. A mean who can really run like a whippet anymore? At the back yi still hev the liberty to just clear yer lines under pressure- and a mean clear yer lines, try a 50 yard hoof then regroup. Vets football is still football, like we played when we were younger- maximise our strengths and minimise our weaknesses- this we will learn as the season progresses and we get to know each other and our foibles that little bit better.
This week , with 32 games left, the league begins, and we are AT HOME to St Helens. We beat them at home last season and then lost to their side, packed as it was with twenty year olds in the return, in a somewhat cantankerous game. We will be at full strength in terms of being vets, so we play with what we are and what we've got. We should win, even if they play bairns wi nappies on but we need to go out and do it. Win and enjoy me bonny lads.
Ron
Two players failed to show, two players drop out with injuries at last moment, I spend a good hour on Sunday morning trying to find a ref so I could play then at the ground two players turn up unexpectedly, I ref and all ends well- sort of.
Trevor excellent in goal, Steve a good game, some terrific 'clear the lines' hoofs away, midfield purring with Martin, Phil, John Boyle and in the first half Mark Mills and Matt scoring at will up front. Steve' s a lovely player of one touch, up front, but faded when Matt went (to watch friggin Arsenal would yi believe- we could hev done with him in the second half but there'll be plenty second halfs to come)- you need to play it somewhere near him( Steve that is) play to his strengths! Second half our passing became ragged, no use hitting long balls for Steve and Carl. I knew they wouldn't give up, we gave them sniffs (big ones) and they grew in confidence. Fair enough we came back well in the last 15 minutes but it was 4-4 by then. Oh yes Rob, another youth policy addition, came on to contribute well. Note he has an aggressive long throw, something to take more advantage of in future games.
The weather was balmy late summer, no doubt there was some physical suffering in our ranks, but I hope participants enjoyed the run out- not enough in the Station hospitality suite afterwards though, where the sandwiches were again plentiful but fucking freezing.
Matt scored two- first a neat glancing header from a simple passing build up, our first attack, his second robbing their centre half for a pleasant free shot into the corner. A loose ball out to John Boyle who from twenty five, six or seven yards floated it back into their net, our second attack and a nice rifled drive from Phil should have set us on the way to a handsome record victory over a Royston, who have played before, but we let them off the hook!
The match was played in splendid spirit except for that cunt Carlos or Shitlos or Braincellloss or just cunt who seemed to be in sort of disagreement with the honest - give what I see- referee. I did receive apologies and condolences from many of their lads and to be honest I didn't really need them. Yi try yer best and if peeple divvint like it they cin hevva go but fuck em, divvint werry life gans on. The fucker caaled me a cunt 3 times but a didn't hev me dichtionary so a pretended a didnt knaa worree meant. 30 years ago ad a ntted him so a must o grown up a bit- just a bit!
Vets football !
If its worth gettin up on Sunday morning to play at our advanced ages its worth tryin to get things right. Attack breaks down- get back behind the ball divvint rest. Adapt to our ages, none of us can run like we used to - except perhaps Matt- so play to what strengths we have left, in other words pass the ball roughly in the direction of a team mate's feet for the most part. A mean who can really run like a whippet anymore? At the back yi still hev the liberty to just clear yer lines under pressure- and a mean clear yer lines, try a 50 yard hoof then regroup. Vets football is still football, like we played when we were younger- maximise our strengths and minimise our weaknesses- this we will learn as the season progresses and we get to know each other and our foibles that little bit better.
This week , with 32 games left, the league begins, and we are AT HOME to St Helens. We beat them at home last season and then lost to their side, packed as it was with twenty year olds in the return, in a somewhat cantankerous game. We will be at full strength in terms of being vets, so we play with what we are and what we've got. We should win, even if they play bairns wi nappies on but we need to go out and do it. Win and enjoy me bonny lads.
Ron
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