Knobs 3 Standon 1

We got a game in, thanks to my industriousness and meteorological foresight. That's enough about me, I'm still around- just.
The snow had disappeared from the pitch by the final whistle- what whistle, so we were vindicated in having a game despite having to adapt to unusual conditions, actually no more difficult than high winds, clarts up to yer neck or rock hard surfacess, was it ?
Chris refereed, well, I thought, despite 22 people undermining his efforts.
We won. Deservedly won. Against a team who don't like to be beaten by us. So well done the lads.
A first half saw us take the game to them and miss chances due to the conditions requiring power over any careful accuracy. We missed all the openings that were created due to not taking that extra pace or seven through the snow and making sure we hit the goal. Is this a farce I thought from my position of flag waverer? Will I be blamed for allowing this farce to take place?
But no, conditions eased I'm sure everyone would agree, conditions? Just get stuck in and overwhelm them. You could have been at home with a vacuum cleaner.
Second half saw goals from the desire to get closer in and score, as I said to Brendan it's only 2 or 3 yarders that will decide this game. Not helped by the fact that noone could kick the ball with any ferocity further than 5 or 6 yards.
A nice little move from a corner saw the ball squirt across te goaline before being converted by Mike. The second, a bit controversial, was hit in by Richard. Yes I wasn't up with play but the full back played everyone on and all the mouthings were water off a duck's arse to me, though as always I have to have my two pennorth of gobbing. Despite Steve's entreaties "sharrap Ron" and Phil's pulling me out of confrontations from the line I like to debate in pursuit of honesty, fair play and truth! They got back into the game from a controversial penalty, sorry Chris, when Steve, protecting his good looks, instinctively parried a blast toward his gob. Some almighty scrambles occasionally occurred in our goalmouth, a neat header from M. Boyle on the goal line, a back hurting intervention from Brendan and a host of aesthetic fouls, from my man of the match Roy, before we broke away and got our third. Gavin hitting the by line before Matty secured the victory we undoubtedly deserved.
On -off subs worked well, note Ron, ie me, didn't come on- this is incredible- to me, perhaps a sign of my growing old less than disgracefully. Mind you once I get that track suit on I find it hard these days to think of relinquishing it. Also that coffee Gavin brought, laced with whisky, I had 4 cups, more than made up for joining the fray. Sad!
Martin was nearly brought off when his son arrived and said his daughter was sick and was asking him to come home (mum was at church) but the heathen bastard decided to continue to play the game he loves and was contributing to so well. Kids are getting so powerful these days they must be shown their place. How is she Martin?
A full house in the pub, Standon and us, noone else in the place! The Station is dead, fuck off Green King!
An exciting night on Friday at the Spring meet. Excellent until I departed, omitting the Welwyn leg where the young ones departed to at 9.30. What happened then seems hazy but reports declare Gavin was on good form in one of Welwyn villages notorious gay pubs. The Fox at Woolmer very welcoming earlier.
Several games still to play keep up the youthful work you Knobbies!

Lon John Silver and the rest.