MBDNAAAAA1 Knobs 4

A languid performance on a warm spring day culminating in the only acceptable result. Perhaps it was the mayhem at the start, who's coming, how many do they have, who's reffing, is this the world in an oyster shell? I dunno.
I thought they tried hard and competed with a couple of twenty year olds, perhaps it was the post winter baked, bouncy pitch but they shouldn't have been in the game for so long. Perhaps the pitch was our main opponent, probably. When we did attempt a passing move it resulted in a Steve cross unerringly onto the head of M. Boyle who caressed it with height and loop inside the post. Lovely. 1-1. I came off then with a complicated case of knee-fuckitis. They had led from a corner in a rare 'attack' when in a case of after you Claude politeness, the ball arrived to the the unfortunate Brendan thence into the goal. I blame Trevor and Alistair. Alistair was the one to clear and Trev's call of Alistair was therefore unecessary. That's what it seemed to me from some distance in Never Never Land.
We took a 2-1 lead from a rifled Phil shot from an astute, 'get on the end of that' pass from Steve. Matt smashed a couple more in- he should go for power next time, test those nets make sure they're up properly while he's lacing his boots.
Injuries galore, though most peope stayed the course, groins and hamstrings. I winced each time Roy approached the ball and he retired to give my fucked knee one last try out at centre half.
This was Bill's old school by the way. Why didn't he cry?
We adjourned to the Mallard an old fashioned pub where after many crisps they served us with a platter of cheeses and bits and pieces, very nice too! John Boyle is a gherkin fiend, I only got one.
Season approaching the close, lassitude abounds. A Knobs Friday night cicket team is mooted, over to you Bill.
Next week we are at home to Ashwell, who Mark assures me are a really weak though enthusiastic team. So bear that in mind when invited to partake.
I wonder if Paul has the paint off the new carpet yet? Next time get Tom to do the painting. That Tom! Watch what you say.