Ron's away at the British hockling championships and has asked me to fill in.
He is abjectly sorry for his performance on Sunday and has gone into analysis to attempt to understand what he did. He assures me nothing like that has happened before and will never happen again.
Very competitive game, better team won. Apparently they'd been whining on for months about only playing with golden oldies but the first half hour they seemed viagra driven or summat. Probably summat.
A good finish by Richard when played through against a good keeper (ex Watford apparently) proved the game's only goal.
Trevor- excellent handling, stopped everything coming his way.
JB- solid and adventurous.
Dave Fish excellent.
Chris W superb, effervescent and hard.
Phil hamstrung replaced by the late Brendan who proved rock solid showing the virtue of keeping an eye firmly on the ball.
Gavin irrepressible, several pacy surges thwarted by sometimes good and sometimes jammy keeping.
Steve always involved, some silky distribution, never overawed. A series of good corners, at least 10 with no threat offered in the goalmouth.
Peter T- a full 90 minutes will probably have left him a little stiff for the rest of the week or even month.
Dave J everywhere and nowhere baby, pushed, shoved, puffed and panted to effect. Some good defensive headers.
Martin another terrific game especially after ther first 10 minutes.
Well done you bonny lads.
Gazza
Who stole the cricketers' pies?
Nice beer in a packed club.
The a pleasant late noon in the Fox, where Trevor offered to sponsor next season's kit. Strong beer that!
John B, Gavin, Dave and Chris W apparently made it through till 10.30, interesting to have been a fly on the wall at the quiz! They popped to the Red Lion on the way home. There's stalwarts for you. Ron, Steve and Trevor couldn't last the pace.
Welcome to the festive ramblings of faraway Sir Ronald and his knobs Dancer Dave, Dasher Darren and Prancer Al. Do take the time to browse around and participate in the blog. Older, slower and fatter than ever, that's the festive knobs!
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

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9 comments:
When are we going to get a return game. They were one of the better sides we've played this season. Even the best side!
We dun em good and propa.
Did you know that 'The Fox' is not open at 4.30pm? Shocking! Have a word with Malcolm will you?
It is on Sunday.
It might be on a Sunday but what about us 7 days a week boozers!
There's an attractive shop door just round the corner, but you have to bring your own cider.
Next season starts end of August you've almost all been a wonderful bunch of guys these last months I hope you are enjoying your dotage and will age more gracefully than me. Mind you I do love all animals, except homo sapiens, and the bounty of the woods,fields and gardens. Next season another step toward nirvana, please encompass it carefully.
The Geordie joke in the Guardian missed the pronunciation.
Doctor to a bed strapped, lame Geordie
"Don't worry we'll have you walkin in no time".
Geordie " Work a canna even wark".
Difficult in English, but we knaa yi knaa!
Bullsknacker.
Who's going to the comedy night. Im up for it.
What is a comedy night is it like a football morning with less aggro?
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