Vintage Dundee 2 Knobs 4

As Sir Alf would have fulsomely declared, "well done chaps".
Last season a rather different Knobs side lost 7-1 here, where a certain amount of piss taking irked us in our cups. Going out onto the pitch, one of their lot was overheard saying how they'd get a bucket load of goals today. You're only as good as yer last game fella and they were well beaten, physically, tactically and creatively in a very competitive match. They've quite a skilful, strong front two which they tender to pepper with 60 yard exocets from their centre half. Scrapping for the second ball was important and we outfought them. A first half lead was due to an opportunist goal by the pacy Gavin, who showed class on a number of occasions, perhaps we didn't involve him sufficiently. It must be said this pitch is a small, tight school pitch and perhaps this mitigated against Gavin operating at full tilt. For this he might be thankful as he was dead side of knackered near the end. Perhaps it was just as well he wasn't fed more often.
A change midway through the half saw Phil make his first change from wide left to centre midfield with silky Steve further forward. An injury to Roy saw Phil slot in at the back next to the biting Chris. Half time 1-0.
Second half saw us carve a number of half chances before a bullet Steve corner was nutted in fiercely by Matt. Every corner gave us chances, they were creating nothing. With them 3 at the back we could have fucked em on each of our several breaks and so it proved as Matt beat wor Gav to a Mills pass, to run through unchallenged, round the keeper and pop in for 3-0. Were they shocked, I think so. A throw in which might not have come into play, was turned to their advantage as we switched off from their quick throw before they netted. Then fuck me we donated them their second. Inexplicably John, 'I've lost a litre of blood' Boyle played a square ball to me of all people which was intercepted and fluffily converted. We tightened up with Roy back on at the back and an attack led to a pass of vision through the mayhem by Steve, leftwards to Mark who inexplicably controlled and found the opposite top corner from 25 yards. That's it you lot- we're not gonna let you come back, we were only teasing.
Was I a little over verbal- not really it's a part of the game. Anyway each game could be my last, I was pleased to be involved in such a competitive game with such a friendly set of lads and I was on anti biotics and under threat from her indoors not to even think of playing. Don't tell her!
Well I've walked the dogs and am now going for a run. Some of the younger boys Boyle, Bull, Twigg and Simpson (via Tescos) have adjourned to the Station for a warm down but I'm saving myself for Friday night in the Old Town. See you there. Even Mark, after his stupendous contribution is considering turning out. To talk us through his shot. Each time he mentions it he buys a round- you needn't bring any money then.
We went to The Purple Duck in Baldock where mince, marge and bread and a delicious yellow vomit was the fare on offer. A good turn out. All except Mark, who'd rushed off provide vivid descriptions of his goal to their Andrew.
Howay the lads- now let's go and beat Young Boys of St Helens next week on the St Albans shitheap. Victory or on yer shields.

Rob Roy