Knobs 3 Therfield 2

Everyone enjoyed this battle in the mud, pitch fucked now by the way.
I anticipated an easy game, before we all saw a multitude of strangers in their midst before the game- perhaps this might be different? It was, mind you I thought the pitch was a great leveller.
We played some lovely stuff, in the conditions, our finishing proved less magnificient. Their positives proved a marvellous strike to equalise our opener and a penalty, cheatingly given by the most honest ref in the business- give what you see and let 90 minutes equalise all faults- yi canna offer mair sagacity than that.
They turned up with Mongol hordes we had 14. It was ganna be one of those stop -start games of change, stop, start after you Clarence and are your studs razor sharp- but it didn't turn out quite like that.
We opened with a Gavin lungburster down the right with a cross reaching the far post where a rejuvenated Phil (fittish that means) rammed home. They eventually equalised from the aforementioned 30 yard drive which, rarely, did not meet Trev's clarion call of "over".
I turn down a blatant handball for our penalty, hey lads it's Galileo with this whistle- did you know he ended up blind- just an historical footnote. I then gave us a penalty for a soft one- a blatant two handed shove in Alistair's back. No danger, but such an obvious foul right in front of my fading eyes! What an outcry ensued! He pushed him two handed in the back !!!! I contemplated giving up football then such shite did I hear. Let's have a vote next time then we'll knaa what referees really have to put up with in this beautiful game which simply cannot be self policed - unfortunately. The fullback said he had to push him cos he stood on his toe. Sorry but I missed that anatomical assault. Galileo's eyes yi see. The furore went on for minutes into further play but nothing nasty occurred. We all survived. Have I ?
Steve Bull converted the penalty as per usual.
They'd brought on a man mountain up front who must have last obtained exercise running up Everest, not sufficiently quick that Roy couldn't butcher him into terra firma. The second butchering unfortunately took place close to the penalty area from which a penalty was awarded from which they equalised. Who's cheating now yi fuckers?
The news, from their one player who came to The Fox post match, was that he was a semi pro from Borehamwood who most of their side didn't know and who was only 23, this ameliorated, at least, my annoyance at his energetic physical bulk and prowess and his big gob. Old Chris Wilson had a blinder against him.
We didn't score enough first half when the pitch was playable so second half with the pitch the deciding factor there was only gonna be one star man. Arise Sir Clarts!
I thought we played really well with some sensible eye catching football in the conditions. We scored the winner after an hour. Another lung bursting surge by Gavin, why don't his lungs surge quite so much running back defensively- too critical Ron, too critical. The ball came to the ever willing supportive John Boyle at the far post who sensibly headed back into the danger zone where Mike swept home. Well done chaps. Big 23 had a shot from distance scrape the bar- "over" cried the confident keeper much to 23's disdain and we were home but not so dry. All enjoyed a dirty, cold shower before the Fox. I've had bellyache ever since anyone else? The pickled onions?