Faraway Sir Ronald

It's been on and off for years but finally the time has come for Sir Ronald to be put out to pasture in Pembrokeshire and become Faraway Sir Ronald. Plenty of gardening to be done and the drink is already a distant memory. The KNOBS, who are they?

Goodbye Sir Ronald

Goodbye Sir Ronald
Quack quack

Monday, 28 April 2008

Birchanger 5 yes 5 Knobs 1

Worrer game. A little coming down to earth mind after 6 or 7 wins on the trot. Mind you Gavin stayed at home to do marking!
We arrived late, John was getting some much needed beauty sleep and on a balmy morning we set out for 40 minutes each way gainst the agricultural but hard working Birchanger lads.
The pitch had dried out to the consistency of Palaeolithic coprolites and the first 15 minutes saw our passing game reduced to random chance as balls reared from the ground like hand grenades. This was a pitch for several touches before even contemplating a 2 yard pass. We got on top, honest, and went ahead from a Bully corner glanced into the far corner from a near post Brendan. Nearly had a second when a good move saw Matty agonisingly centimetres wide. We were coping , nae bother. Despite knowing a corner would land near post our lads failed to deal with it and a ricochet into the box saw it nodded home from 5 yards. 1-1.
Ron was in goal.
We fizzled to half time, with theoretically all the advantages for the second half. Roy had clattered himself in the first half, was he concussed, but in the first seconds of the second half they luckily inveigled from the left put in a cross which Roy sliced unerringly into the net, "You fucking cunt" oh I thought that's no way to talk to a keeper. We bumbled and bounced on, not making any notable chances in the last third. They broke and a shot bobblingly crossed the goal and into the net. This goalkeeper lark is not all that it's cracked out to be. Fucking hell.
Later they broke from the left and I was sure he couldn't score at the near post but the velocity!A touch would have been enough but I was nowhere near.
Brendan had another good near post header, unrewarded and a nifty back heel, you read it here!
They broke again, given the ball somewhat pathetically and another high velocity shot from close range made it 5 to them and fucking goodnight Irene to us. That shot hurt my fingers.
Apart from Sandy, last season, conceded 10, Ron has slightly improved, 5 against Ware, 5 against Birchanger but has decided to hang up his gloves, bring back youknowwhoey! Mind you only one against Goldings.
A nice little social club, good sandwiches and Bombardier at £1.50 a pint saw us outlast the oppo and we journeyed home satisfied and replete. Bill was that 100mph down the A10, my linings attest to that?
Some of us have played our last for the season, but for some there is a proper pitch next week against Crawley Green, Luton. Really looking forward to that. Then there is the Knebworth Dads at home before we store away our boots for the summer. It's been a canny season. Love you all.


Guardian de but

20 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh dear. You'll be delighted to hear though I did get all my coursework marking finished. So it's not all bad is it?

Anonymous said...

You should have gone on strike for the day, we did!

Anonymous said...

I enjoyed looking at the planes take off throughout, more interesting than the game!

Anonymous said...

I spied a jay, a wagtail and a moorhen!

Anonymous said...

By far our worst performance this season. Lets hope we can put some sort of a team out for the last 2 games, as dont want to Finish what has up until now been our best season on a sour note!

Anonymous said...

We are gonna stuff you,It will be double figures.
A couple of us game to watch on Sunday, we were the one's rolling around pissing ourselves laughing. Please let your big centre half know that we dont have any trees around our pitch, so he will have to have a piss before he leaves home.

Anonymous said...

Our big centre half taken to pissing on trees is called Chris and he's not big, only good. Anyway he's unwilling to play in Luton any time, any day, any hour or minute, he thinks it a hellish place- probably correct.
Ne'ertheless we will come and conquer in the land of artificial pitches even with 98 men.
The league table's final version has been published, we were second. Sandy won, care of a 2 point margin from us, including the 3 points we gave them for withdrawing on Mothering Sunday. You motherfuckers, wot would yer mums say?
Anyway at least we played loads of games this season, 30 at the moment, Sandy have only played 10, 2 since December 2nd!!!!
Wherein lies true enjoyment?
Howay the lads.

Didn't Sunderland do well?

Anonymous said...

9 men!!!!!

Anonymous said...

we dont want a load of shit on our pitch so you lot better get some new players

Anonymous said...

Don't worry we always come armed with a pooperscooper alias Ron's hands.

Anonymous said...

bring it on you muppets

Anonymous said...

The season so far-:
Played won drew lost
30 19 3 8

Two of our defeats were after being 2 nil up so could have been better. Over all a very successful season. Luton Chavs on Sunday so lets be having you! one and all. Just remember were all winners this year. Apart from Jason our early goal keeper.

Anonymous said...

Was that we're all whiners? Or winos?

Anonymous said...

Cherry toms are in.

Anonymous said...

Sandy have won the league on my calculations, having gained 12 points for games which were never played. Still their season was a disappointing 10 games and we, so far have had 30, with two to come. Wherein lies the most enjoyment, it's the playing that counts.

Anonymous said...

Tiger toms, broad beans, cucumbers, swiss chard, garlic, red onions, radishes and mixed salad in

Anonymous said...

Surely cucumbers out!!

Anonymous said...

They were the last words of Stuart Lubbock!

Anonymous said...

"And shake them all about
knees bend arms stretch
that's what it's all about.
Oh lovely, lovely lovely".

Bill said...

Could you please moderate the language? - I and my good wife stumbled across this excuse for a blog and are horrified by the lack of respect shown not only to the English language but to the noble game of Association Football.