This was a hard fought victory against a very good side where defences were always on top. The game was played on an artificial pitch which was only about two thirds the size of a normal grass pitch. The keys to success were again possession and work rate.
Ronald could not make the journey as he had to shoot off and as far as I know was in discussions about the vacant Portsmouth job, a dream job for him as he has always held them close to his heart according to a bloke down the pub. Anyway Ronald met us at Knebworth Station before we departed and left detailed instructions with captain Martin for us to play a 4-4-2 formation with 3 up front, Alastair playing right back and right midfield and MM on the bench.
The game got off to a strange start with players not convinced about playing the game on a very small artificial pitch and before Trevor could finish his latte and double chocolate muffin we were 2 down. We got back into the game with 2 goals from the 3rd forward in the 4-4-2 formation, a formation that later reverted to a standard 4-4-2 shape after I was put in my place by big bad Bully.
We went in at half time 5-4 up but before we could finish off our half time coffee and homemade scones we were behind again by 6 goals to 5. The team soon found its rhythm though and started scoring for fun before easing off at the end of a pulsating affair.
Goal of the game was from a superb Paul pass across the area which completely dissected the defence for the forward to score leaving Trevor completely flat footed and helpless in goal. Another fine goal was scored by Matt when he superbly headed home a cross from the now properly placed right midfielder. This goal was copied later in the day at White Hart lane when Bentley crossed for Pavlyuchenko to score.
Other excellent goals were scored by inspirational captain Martin, Matt, Mike, Chris W, Alastair, big bad Bully and Mark. Special mention must also be given to Chris G, Brendan, Paul & Trevor who all performed heroically.
All in all a good win and no more farcical than the victory against Garston so it is being officially recorded and everyone can be proud of playing in another knobs win.
My man of the match was Roy who worked the line tirelessly.
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?
11 comments:
Is it true that Ron could not make the game due to losing a fight with a hormonal Duck?
Duck shite proves very slippery, the varmits.
I can assure you all that Ron has not been inebriated for the last 4 days and that he has not had nor lost a fight with the ducks.
Was that honestly the score? Unbelievable. I bet Alan Hansen would have had a field day if that was on Match of the Day. You can't win anything with kids you know?
rugby league twas yet roy was on the line!
Stop fucking winning!! i want to get back in to the side (one day)
"A see Newcastle won".
"Aye wi climbin".
"Wye that's canny alreet alreet."
"Worra aboot Spors?"
"Still borrom fer the time bein".
"Reckon they're gannin doon."
"Aye lookin grim unless they gerra new manager."
"Wye that fucker Redknap's there noo".
"As I say, lookin grim unless they gerra new manager."
"Tim Sherwood! The hevin a laugh"
Howay the quiet climbing lads.
A fleeing Taliban, desperate for water, was trudging through the Afghanistan desert when he saw something far off in the distance.
Hoping to find water, he hurried towards it, only to find a little old Jewish man at a small stand selling ties.
The Taliban asked, “Do you have water?
The Jewish man replied, “I have no water. Would you like to buy a tie? They are only $5.”
The Taliban shouted, “Infidel! I do not need an over-priced tie! I need water! I should kill you, but I must find water first!”
“OK, OK” said the old Jewish man, “It does not
matter that you do not want to buy a tie and that you hate me.
I will show you that I am bigger than that. If you continue over that hill to the east for about two miles, you will find a lovely restaurant. It has all the ice cold water you need. Shalom.”
Muttering, the Taliban staggered away over the hill.
Several hours later he staggered back, almost dead…
“Your fucking brother won’t let me in without a tie!”
This blog is so boring these days! Ron whats the team for Sunday????
liven it up then you fucking cunt shithead twats.
i bet it's the same team on sunday, same players as always
Peek a boo peek a boo
Too true too true.
I like this blog it encourages Ross-Brandisms without the fallout. And even the crudisms.
So , plough the fields and scatter and love all!
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