Knobs 1 Therfield 0 Part two

Where was I before a shave, makes you feel less end of the worldish pinioned as you are at the end of a razor blade, a crap and a shoeshine.

A struggling victory- aftermath of festive season? No that was the Old Owens game which we won 3-0. Chopping and changing personnel (16 of us) well even the first 25 minutes, pre- the first of the 'all-off mind the step' exchanges, we were terrible. Even I was terrible, plodding round with me tin whistle and me birro paper with endless permutations as to how 16 went into 90 with equal shares for all, so much so that I kept forgeetin I wa supposed to be reffing. Not that that made a great deal of difference, a shepherd's crook and wor dog would have been more suitable- "over here, stand there, tackle that , kick this and don't piss against that bush".
Anyway we won. Also a little known fact. John Boyle aged 40 going on 41, the day of Spurs attendance at Wembley next month, scored the goal. Not only that, but this was the first time in those lost aeons that John had scored a winning goal in any match he'd played in! You know Vets football makes sense.

Performances: Well most, over the piece, did some things which were good and they will individually remember these glowing contributions. But surrounding the islets of goodness was the big bad ocean of mediocrity, nay crapness. Hence the word inconsistency should be aimed squarely and fairly at them.
A bumpy pitch, drying out is never conducive to slick, effortless football- it has to be worked on and overcome. These pitches come up every year at this time but folk never get used to them. Only Premier teams get all year round bowling greens- so divvint watch that stuff to improve. Ronaldo would struggle on some of the stuff we go out to graze on. Frustration sets in with each other when it is really a lack of adaptability to the playing surface which is the cause. After 10 minutes everyone starts avoiding proper achievable passing and starts to cut out the middlemen by attempting killer balls. Inevitably many of these ambitious efforts, if not all of them, go astray- result shitey play and even more indidualist efforts. Then it's aal doon hill.
Not to say there weren't moments of brightness amid the gloom, there were, but only for moments.
The goal was a relief, when John lashed in an unstoppable shot from the narrowest of angles, high into the roof of the net- does it all the time on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Palpable relief illustrated what a crap showing this was.
Not that there were not highlights and solid performances. Brendan played an excellent game, rarely a tackle missed. John Twigg was peerless and his distribution proved simple and excellent. Chris Wilson played as a relentless chain saw at the back as one would expect. Dave came on and once he'd got his sea legs it was all 'ahoy there me hearties'.
Not as much energy as one would expect by the way, all round.
I was gonna yap on about some of the negatives, with an eye for positive improvement, but am afraid some might take it the wrong way. Anyway it's two league games on the trot and this might be the be all and end all of our adventure in those parts. Keep up the morale, howay the lads yer berra than last week's performance.
Knobs summer tour to Norfolk in the offing- watch this space. May it'll be. No the month of May it'll be. Maybe.

Divvint believe ivvrything yi read aboot Wor Kev in the papers by the way- roll on August!

Rip van Whistle