Sour grapes, nay not at all. Tis the season of good cheer and..... other bits and bobs. Blah, blah..
A frosty morning, big turnout, especially the crowd, bigger than Knebworth Seniors!
Old men were outrun and outplayed by a side that used on-off subs frequently and cruelly. We, ancients, were not that well off for personnel and could not compete. Average age of Knobs, by the way, FORTY SIX (46). Just so yi knaa! Some of the opposition, if they were Dads had been shaggin in the cradle. But hey, no excuses we were beaten by a better and a younger team. Easter a return.
They led through a dozily defended goal tapped in from close range as the left side of our defence was caught inside out! We should have equalised but for a bizarre offside. A ball played into the six yard box in front of an open goal, our man coming in from behind it is surely onside. I should have shot meself and avoided the ambiguity. Anyway the equaliser came shortly afterwards from a cunning John Boyle toe poke from the narrowest of angles that nutmegged the keeper.
Second half Matt went off to watch Arsenal and we rarely threatened did Arsenal?. Indeed it was somewhat of a feat if we managed to clear our lines more than five yards.
A little bit argy bargy mentioning no names brought the year to an end with a defeat.
Both teams adjourned, in Christmas spirit, to different pubs but JB and I adjourned to the Station late on to mend the breach and listen to perfect strangers agog at the news of Phil's second half winning goal- an undefended free kick that sailed in untouched by all and sundry. We claimed it was indirect!!!! Did we fuck.
See you in the Newe Year.
Fair wind to your arses!
Grandad Ron
Goodbye Sir Ronald
Quack quack
Monday 29 December 2008
Tuesday 23 December 2008
Garston 2 Knobs 0
Garston are consistent this season scored twice against us in both games! We could not replicate the eleven in the first game, in fact failed to notch therefore lost.
The history of this game is yi nivvor knaa what side they're ganna field. Their eleven, despite our battling performance, was too good for the side we fielded. With no Matty, Chris W, Chris G, Gavin and even Mark and solid John T we were turning out with a bare 11, including Phil who, returning from bad injury and only wanted part of a game.
The weather was balmy and the pitch was firm and immaculate. John B and Brendan bravely turned out depite being in the thrall of flu. After twenty minutes we lost Paul with a ruptured muscle, someone seemingly shot him, doon he went then off where he lay prone, comatose, unloved and ignored till half time. Just like home he mused. We proceeded to the end with 10 men, the promise of one of their players never materialising!
Half time 0-0, not bad but ominous. Martin raced to the faraway dressing rooms to retrieve our creative force's inhaler. Only Martin had the legs to do that and play a second half.
They scored from an error, then we could have equalised when Brendan , turning a blind eye, a deaf ear and a wooden leg to a call from someone called "Ron"? headed over the bar. I bear no grudges, I see no ships... etc.
They scored an excellent second goal from which there was no return.
Oh good refereeing, especially in the first minute when Roy, on the deck, after a tackle was kicked by their gigantic number nine. The referee dealt with the ensuing fight fairly. They said their player was not that sort and I privately thought we're all that sort!
A group of us dealt with the sarnies and crap mince pies afterwards had a quiet drink and went quietly if a little disappointedly homewards.
Watched Newcastle on Iraqgoals beat Spurs. Phoned the ailing John to gloat but he'd ventured out to seek food with the score 1-1. Duff's winner in the 90th minute must have been a bit of choker when he returned.
I'm away to hillwalk in the Brecons so next week's missive comes from the torrid pen of John "where's the bar" Boyle.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to one and all, well almost one and all, not that maniac from Goldings and perhaps not Carlos and perhaps not............
The history of this game is yi nivvor knaa what side they're ganna field. Their eleven, despite our battling performance, was too good for the side we fielded. With no Matty, Chris W, Chris G, Gavin and even Mark and solid John T we were turning out with a bare 11, including Phil who, returning from bad injury and only wanted part of a game.
The weather was balmy and the pitch was firm and immaculate. John B and Brendan bravely turned out depite being in the thrall of flu. After twenty minutes we lost Paul with a ruptured muscle, someone seemingly shot him, doon he went then off where he lay prone, comatose, unloved and ignored till half time. Just like home he mused. We proceeded to the end with 10 men, the promise of one of their players never materialising!
Half time 0-0, not bad but ominous. Martin raced to the faraway dressing rooms to retrieve our creative force's inhaler. Only Martin had the legs to do that and play a second half.
They scored from an error, then we could have equalised when Brendan , turning a blind eye, a deaf ear and a wooden leg to a call from someone called "Ron"? headed over the bar. I bear no grudges, I see no ships... etc.
They scored an excellent second goal from which there was no return.
Oh good refereeing, especially in the first minute when Roy, on the deck, after a tackle was kicked by their gigantic number nine. The referee dealt with the ensuing fight fairly. They said their player was not that sort and I privately thought we're all that sort!
A group of us dealt with the sarnies and crap mince pies afterwards had a quiet drink and went quietly if a little disappointedly homewards.
Watched Newcastle on Iraqgoals beat Spurs. Phoned the ailing John to gloat but he'd ventured out to seek food with the score 1-1. Duff's winner in the 90th minute must have been a bit of choker when he returned.
I'm away to hillwalk in the Brecons so next week's missive comes from the torrid pen of John "where's the bar" Boyle.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to one and all, well almost one and all, not that maniac from Goldings and perhaps not Carlos and perhaps not............
Tuesday 16 December 2008
Knobs away at Standon
Match off due to waterlogged pitch.
Next Sunday's game off due to Garston being in a Herts Vets Cup match. I thought that was their senior or junior vets, just shows you can' always believe what people say. So well done the victors in the earlier 11-2 victory! I smell perfidy, unless my head's stuck up my arse.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to one and all of you.
Humbug?
Nay!
Ron the sort of manager- hey a couple of lovely headers to assist me in my journey to my dotage.
Thanks Steve.
Next Sunday's game off due to Garston being in a Herts Vets Cup match. I thought that was their senior or junior vets, just shows you can' always believe what people say. So well done the victors in the earlier 11-2 victory! I smell perfidy, unless my head's stuck up my arse.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to one and all of you.
Humbug?
Nay!
Ron the sort of manager- hey a couple of lovely headers to assist me in my journey to my dotage.
Thanks Steve.
Sunday 7 December 2008
Knobs 6 MBDA 0
A cold morning and looking to be a colder evening- I've lost something again and her indoors is not communicating. It's a life!
I was up at 4.30 writing a chapter or none, went on my paper rounds then inspected a frost covered pitch at 8.15. I deemed it would be playable by 10.30 and at least in this I was proved sort of right.
Goalie problems were being mulled over when they were resolved by the arrival of a fit and raring to go Phil. He looked the part, was the part and kicked well. Little serious to do. Even Bill, Twiggy and me could probably have kept a clean sheet against a side that looked the part but flattered to deceive against a battle hardened side such as us.
Bouncy and icy at first gave way to cloying mud. A penalty decision was turned down by meticulous refereeing in the very first minute, sorry Steve but the lad miskicked and it bounced onto his hand, and really it was more or less one way after that. They had individual skills but were not effective as a team and in general lacked the little extra puff necessary to be competetive over ninety minutes. They were most competitive in midfield so well done in that department especially. The soon- to- be- 45, Martin was my man of the match. Energy from start to last and he even scored. But well played several others. Matty scored 3, the first separating the teams at half time. A sneaky pass by Bully that I, among others never saw, straight down the middle and coming out of a full sun was finished off emphatically by Matt.
Second half was a rout. Lovely move, a slide rule cross from MM, finished off by John B, 2-0 match over. Then Matty smashed a lovely shot high into the net before Martin hit one high into the net, Mark finished emphatically and nearly had another before Matt gleefully finished off his erring shot from six inches. A little argy bargy came to nothing, they continued to play offside, the last resort of those with nowt left in the tank and we missed a score until a merciful final whistle.
Phil was caught kicking his boots against a post but noone pissed on any trees or vandalised the changing rooms. Matt took the black and grey kit home. Hopefully to wash!
Alistair was much amused post- showers by John Boyle's excessive towelling dry of his balls, John's own balls that is, but I forget the explanation for such hygeinic competence. A few chuckles ensued.
All were happy and most ended up in the pub where the egg sandwiches proved simply............ eggless!
Paul resisted the lure of the lads for a day's decorating. What resolve!
Sad news for Trevor this week and commiserations were expressed by all.
See you in a minute.
Ron
I was up at 4.30 writing a chapter or none, went on my paper rounds then inspected a frost covered pitch at 8.15. I deemed it would be playable by 10.30 and at least in this I was proved sort of right.
Goalie problems were being mulled over when they were resolved by the arrival of a fit and raring to go Phil. He looked the part, was the part and kicked well. Little serious to do. Even Bill, Twiggy and me could probably have kept a clean sheet against a side that looked the part but flattered to deceive against a battle hardened side such as us.
Bouncy and icy at first gave way to cloying mud. A penalty decision was turned down by meticulous refereeing in the very first minute, sorry Steve but the lad miskicked and it bounced onto his hand, and really it was more or less one way after that. They had individual skills but were not effective as a team and in general lacked the little extra puff necessary to be competetive over ninety minutes. They were most competitive in midfield so well done in that department especially. The soon- to- be- 45, Martin was my man of the match. Energy from start to last and he even scored. But well played several others. Matty scored 3, the first separating the teams at half time. A sneaky pass by Bully that I, among others never saw, straight down the middle and coming out of a full sun was finished off emphatically by Matt.
Second half was a rout. Lovely move, a slide rule cross from MM, finished off by John B, 2-0 match over. Then Matty smashed a lovely shot high into the net before Martin hit one high into the net, Mark finished emphatically and nearly had another before Matt gleefully finished off his erring shot from six inches. A little argy bargy came to nothing, they continued to play offside, the last resort of those with nowt left in the tank and we missed a score until a merciful final whistle.
Phil was caught kicking his boots against a post but noone pissed on any trees or vandalised the changing rooms. Matt took the black and grey kit home. Hopefully to wash!
Alistair was much amused post- showers by John Boyle's excessive towelling dry of his balls, John's own balls that is, but I forget the explanation for such hygeinic competence. A few chuckles ensued.
All were happy and most ended up in the pub where the egg sandwiches proved simply............ eggless!
Paul resisted the lure of the lads for a day's decorating. What resolve!
Sad news for Trevor this week and commiserations were expressed by all.
See you in a minute.
Ron
Monday 1 December 2008
30.11.08 no game
Vintage Dundee called off Friday evening- they have now folded.
10 of us braved the wet and cold at Hatfield for a 6 aside Sunday morning (Steve's two fantastic goalie mates kept superbly). Lively outing but a bit fast and frenetic for some of us, naming no names (me). Can I be on Roy's side next time?
Bill, John, Steve and I adjourned to the Station, a little cleaner but freezing.
Hope to see you all next weekend.
I have the boots of Mark Mills, the ones which stroked in a few goals yesterday. I may keep them!
Ron
10 of us braved the wet and cold at Hatfield for a 6 aside Sunday morning (Steve's two fantastic goalie mates kept superbly). Lively outing but a bit fast and frenetic for some of us, naming no names (me). Can I be on Roy's side next time?
Bill, John, Steve and I adjourned to the Station, a little cleaner but freezing.
Hope to see you all next weekend.
I have the boots of Mark Mills, the ones which stroked in a few goals yesterday. I may keep them!
Ron
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