Knobs 6 Knebworth Dads and Coaches 1

Back to winning ways. Denial of advanced senility and geriatric forebodings marked this festive feast as two teams battled against Time's devious encroachments. Is it time to give in for some of us? "I fear so", he rambled incoherently, "you can only rage against the dying light for so long before you are irradiated".
Nuff said about my personal decline.
Dave following up his 'tea debacle' of last week, came armed with a pan and fuck all else so the mulled wine was a non starter. Well the wine is an integral ingredient of such an occasion.
Goals came from Matt (2), Ron, John, Bill and Dave and theirs came from Phil!
Misses with only the goalie to beat came from.... well let's not go down that sad road.
The opposition had been out warming up before Chris Wilson was even out of bed, a throw back policy that, much spurned by modern vets, the warm up that is. Dave continued his falling over repertoire, to general amusement before smacking the cross bar with a tidy effort. Offsides were abundant as the opposition played a flat back line but the frailty of such a policy showed in the number of times the trap was evaded with sometimes positive results and not a little controversy. You can't expect to get 100% decisions in your favour over 90 minutes.
The fourth goal was a particularly nice move ending with a Boyle headed goal. Bill showed how to approach an open goal firing over the keeper from 25 yards, not many of us can kick it that high.
A good spirit prevailed and it was nice to come up against former Knobs Jon Jay and Mark, who realise what they are not missing. (Big Bob is moving back to Stevenage and will be searching for a new club- get your ear muffs ready).
Team today was Phil, Kenny, Chris, Brendan, Bill, Dave, Steve B, Chris W, Ron and Matt. Tom, son of Bill came on as sub as did Tony, friend of Steve. M. Mills had flu again as did Martin. Martin's son told me that Martin's flu turned out to be a sore throat precipitated by a crumb being stuck in his throat. Out injured, 'crumb stuck in throat'- imagine if it was a Trussells!
A fair crowd in pub afterwards, entertained by Mark Vasey's tricks. Some little boozing and promises to reform. 2008 just round the corner, I wish you all a good one and no pissing against trees!

Rambling Ron