After all the interruptions for bad weather, this was the third week running Birchanger had played, and it showed. Some good passing, terrific individual performacnes, particularly from Gary Colson, and Steve Foster in his last game for the club this season, was only let down by some wastefulness in front of goal, in fact it was like watching Arsenal at the Emirates. Birchanger came away with a draw, from a game they dominated aside from the first ten minutes, and for the second week running they could and probably should have won.
Knebworth were the quicker out of the blocks, looked the more dangerous in the opening exchanges and were ahead on ten minutes. A ball over the top put through a pacy striker, while the Birchanger defence claimed offisde. The flag stayed down, and keeper Kev Robserson was beaten on the 18 yard line, and Knebworth slid home the opener to lead 1-0.
Birchanger almost replied immediately when Mark Booker struck a screamer from the outside of the box, but his effort was always rising, and flew over. It was Mark Booker who had the home side's best chances, mostly with his head, one from a dangerous inswinging corner which just went wide, and another he took off Steve Luxford's head, when Luxford may have been better positioned. The home side continued to press without reward, but didn't allow their heads to drop and were very unlucky to go in at half time behind.
Andy Gilbey was replaced at the break and made his way to Wembley, hoping Spurs had a better idea where the goal was than Birchanger. He was to miss more of the same, as Kev Roberson became a virtual spectator, and the visitor's camped in their own half.
At last the home side got some reward, when an intricate move involving Ian Winter, Bob Beckwith and the outstanding Gary Colson found Steve Luxford in the box. His turn, and shot, beat two defenders and the keeper to draw the scores level. Birchanger should have gone on to win the match, and this time the best chances fell to Kev Booker. Firstly, when inside the 6 yard box, he went for power rather than pass the ball in, and his effort flew over the bar. Then he saw a good header fly just inches wide. More chances were to come and go, and in the end it was left to Steve "Fozzy" Foster to have the last word, when Knebworth broke into their opponents half right at the end of the game, leaving the imperious Foster to intervene with a match saving tackle.
Some long Birchanger faces were soon cheered up in the bar afterwards, when somebody should have confiscated Ricky Pearson's mobile phone to prevent him getting caught by the police on it while driving again, as he did after last weeks game!
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26 comments:
Was I playing? Who was this pacy striker?
I think they meant pasty.
For the record, I did not have a pasty before the game.
I wasn't there, because I had a sceptic finger- It didn't know whether it was for picking a nose or stroking........ So let's hear from you participants, via the comments, what the game was like, who played well and whose middle names were nancy boy.
We had a good start as mentioned but lost our way in the middle. Matty was making a few good runs and Kenny had a very solid game. The pitch was a bit AGRICULTURAL, but both teams had to deal with it. They were giving them selves a lot of support filling gaps to receive passes. In the second half we found it hard to get a rhythm going and was a bit disjointed in parts of the field. Paul the keeper was our best player pulling some great saves which kept us in the game. A good replacement for Trevor if he can't make a game or two. Hopefully a bit more unity next week with a full squad available
Sorry i meant paisty.
Was it muddy? I would have hated the mud.
MATT YOU MUST PLAY NEXT SUNDAY. ARSENAL WILL WIN WITHOUT YOU AND YOU CAN GO AND ENJOY THE FINAL WITH A CLEAR CONSCIENCE_ ie THAT YOU HELPED YOUR REAL MATES AND NOT THOSE MILLIONAIRRES GLASS HOUSE LIVER-INERERS>
Where fro art thou Gavin you bastard (part timer)
It's raining at last.
Just so you know.
Still raining.
Yes it was a hard game and they deserved to win in alot of ways.But its all about putting the ball in the net.they had some good chances and alot of possesion, but they relied on high balls into the box alot of the time but they always seemed just that bit too high and their forwards whilst making contact were unable to direct their headers.In the end even in the second half when they had about 70% of the posssesion we still created a couple of good chances and could well of stolen it at the end.
Am I mistaken or have we won drawn and lost exactly the same amount of games as this time last year?
At least we're consistent if that's true.
It's windy isn't it?
Stopped raining. Wonder if it'll rain later.
I will try my best to be available for Sunday but i need to get rid of my tickets first.
I trust that everyone else is making similar efforts to make it to the game fit & healthy?
No. 9
I know that's Matt well done to you boy. Arsenal will go on playing forever but players themselves have a limited life.Play each game you can. You never know the next game might be your most memorable ever. You score six, yes six, it has been done and you go to work on a silken cloud.!
It's stopped raining that weather forecast was shite. I'm up a tree the views wonderful. lop lop......
I can see our matchball stuck up yonder tree in the Rec, al have to get it back.
Love to you all.
I will move heaven and earth to get to the game on Sunday fit and kind of healthy. My latest food regime of veg, scotch eggs and strawberry trifle(tesco 99p)is going down a treat. Unfortunately no one is talking to me at work due to the toxic cloud hanging around my arse. I have lost 4lbs since Sunday.
I can move heaven and earth, so stick me down for inside right.
You're rubbish at football.
You're ugly.
You're rubbish at football.
Yes but you're still ugly.
School playground or millionaire footballers?
You couldn't make it up.
Matt is available.
it's a little sunny outside.
A black one and a white one
And a one with a bit of shite on...
who's matt?
You'll be asking who Jesus is next.
Don't take the fucking piss.
still waiting for the call for sunday. i never seem to be involved in league games
Dear Empty knob ,
Please turn up at the Station and reveal yourself, then we will examine the jib of your cloth.
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