Saints 2 Knobs 3

A hard won 3 points in the league which we deserved on the shitheap which passes for a football pitch in St Albans.
Chris G's withdrawal was blamed on John Boyle and rightly so and we persevered with the remaining bodies present.
A measured first twenty minutes, kicking up the Eiger, saw us comfortably ahead from a powerful Steve Bull drive from distance, parried over his head by an eccentric keeper.
A long punt forward carried by the brisk wind and was then headed goalwards by Roy, wrongfooting Trevor, to give them an undeserved equaliser. Mind you Trevor had made an earlier save from point blank range from their only previous attack. Fuck me Ivory Coast have just scored.
A poor second goal from Saints from a punt into the box which bounced off their bloke's cerebellum was poor reward for our efforts. Then again a really fantastic save from Trevor, again in a one to one, meant that we turned round with the wind in our favour only 2-1 down.
Gavin, coming on as an impact player (his phrase) after half an hour terrorised them for the remainder of the game. And he didn't seem to have time for a manicure before this week's set to!
Second half they rarely troubled us until they asserted themselves physically in the final 10 minutes. By then we'd gone 3-2 ahead. A pathetic hack on Richard, in an unthreatening position, gave us a soft penalty, chucklingly accepted then sweetly converted by Steve. A Matty chance looked to have gone but fell to Richard who converted easily. Despite losing two players to hamstring anomalies we held on well. Good old Ron, coming on with 10 minutes left- YES only 10 minutes left or was it 9 almost scored our 4th with a sweet shot before Matt's passing arse intervened and converted for a goal kick.
Brendan reckons Dave's a dirty bastard- on reflection perhaps I might agree, but he's our dirty bastard. Dave having upset that bloke up on the top line for the umpteenth time, the fella took his revenge out on Roy who was felled like a log. I couldn't believe it that wiz Roy lying supine in t'mud. Shamming surely! Tempers settled down and sweetness and light and camaraderie were to the fore in the pub later, where 10 of us supped Timothy Taylor and other swill. I believe some stalwarts continued the bonding in the Station later- tis what vets club football is all about.
Thank you last week to those of you who put the nets up before the game, stayed to take them down after the game, cleaned out the changing rooms, paid their subs and went to the pub to fraternise with the opposition as well as slaking their own thirst.
Some good performances this week, none better than the resurgent John Boyle, a fine game at right back. What he's surging back from I'm no so sure.
Next week it's Ware away in the league. We beat them in a very physical game last time so we're gonna have to be up for this one. Do exercise this coming week.

Napoleon on Elba and plotting.......