Bugger!
It was a lovely day and resplendent in new kit a competitive game was fought out against Ware. The only downside we lost!
Probably didn't deserve to lose even though not at our best. Injuries didn't really help but not a reason for defeat. As their keeper said we battered them, though we didn't score enough and they kept hitting us on the break where Alistair coped manfully with their only forward, a black Gavin!!
They held a half time lead by virtue of one of their rare attacks before a lovely back to front move saw us equalise with an excellent headed goal from Mike.
The second half saw us finding out the difficulties of beating down a defence with 9 blokes camped around their penalty area. Not easy! And their goalkeeper played well as did Ware's Lady Luck, she were great.
They scored a good chipped goal to win it. However with their singular tactic being the hoofed break, Trevor had hitherto been employed to good effect as sweeper and when this particular shot came in they were fortunate it was so well placed- a rarity. How we never equalised in ensuing scrambles and through numerous well placed corners, goodness knows.
I would have thought there was all round enjoyment apart from the result.
Unfortunately Phil badly damaged an ankle and did well to hobble on as referee in great pain. He put me in my place, thank you it improved my game. Gavin was at his wife's 10km. run, I forgot. That worries me, my forgetting that is. The doc says something about a manifestation of ageing but am in denial.
Well done all, pub subdued as we were outnumbered by a victorious Ware mob- but we live to play another day. That, after all is what being a vet is all about- longevity fuck the quality.
Ron
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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?
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Unlucky chaps! Sounds like a decent game. I ended up running in the 10K instead of my wife. I'd like to think this bodes well for my future fitness levels but we'll wait and see.
Gavin we missed you.
And half time was 1-1 another mistake of mine.
Oh bugger!
It was in fact 1-1 at half time and if I recall correctly the excellent headed goal was setup by a fantastic cross from the attacking right back!
I have already corrected the half time score and who are you you attacking right back you? And why didn't you win us the game single handed? That's why the econonomy's going doon the pan we humans are simply not cooperative enough!
We need beavers and ants to compete for places. Just a thought or even a meme.
Observant Knob, you are correct the goal was scored from a well executed cross from the right back. The move actually started from the left back who lost his man and played a clever pass which ended up on the other side of the pitch.
How good did you look in the new strip? Did the colours go nicely?
Has Ramos made a move for Trevor yet? Are we going to sign Ronaldo - the Brazillian one? He looks fat enough to play for KNOBS now. Are signings afoot to deal with the current injury crisis? What's happened to Malcolm?
who's malcolm?
Malcolm the retired Fox landlord now replaced by Henry Cooper, cook extraordinaire.
am i in the team sunday?
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