Fellow Knobs,
The team meeting and presentation will now take place at Knebworth Park Cricket Club, Old Knebworth Lane.
The fun, games and drinking will commence at 6.00 with a Twenty Over Knobs vs Knebworth Park Social XI cricket match. Please let me know if you want to play so that I can organise the team. Those not wanting to play can watch and barrack from the veranda and supply the team with refreshments throughout the match.
The presentation will take part after the cricket and there will also be entertainment in the form of a tribute to Elvis and Newcastle and also a BBQ.
If you are going early evening and need help with transport please let John B know and he may be able to assist.
For those who have not been to the park before it is a fantastic setting and (some may not like this) would be safe to bring partners and children.
Other diary dates :-
• 4th July – KNOBS BBQ – Venue Bill’s House
• 7th August – KNOBs vs KPCC Social the rematch
Cheers
Bill – Unsocial Secretary
John – Communications Director
Goodbye Sir Ronald
Quack quack
Friday 29 May 2009
Thursday 21 May 2009
Season Stats
We played a total of 32 games this season, winning 18, drawing 4 and losing 10. We scored a total of 115 goals and conceded 77.
Players who made 10 appearances (including coming on as sub) or more were as follows:
32 – Steve Bull
29 – Matt Peacock
28 – John Boyle
26 – Brendan Wren
22 – Chris Wilson
21 – Alastair Moye
21 – Chris Griffiths
21 – Roy Oakley
20 – Phil Wells
19 – Gavin Simpson
17 – John Twigg
17 – Trevor Hyatt
16 – Mike Lisle
15 – Martin Byron-Grange
15 – Paul Crosby
14 – Mark Mills
14 – Ron Crennell
13 – Dave Jordan
Other players who made appearances were:
9 – Bill Martin, 8 – Steve Hammond, 7 – Richard Curzon, 6 – Darren Harman, 2 – Kenny Hogg, 2 – Robin Wells, 2 – Tony Evans, 1 –Andy Simpson, 1 –Paul Berry, 1 – Uncle Tom Cobley
Bully was the only ever present player for the second season in a row which is a great feat so well done to him.
The 115 goals were scored by:
27 - Matt Peacock
17 – John Boyle
16 – Steve Bull
15 – Gavin Simpson
13 – Mike Lisle
5 – Chris Wilson
5 – Mark Mills
5 – Ron Crennell
3 – John Twigg
2 – Phil Wells
2 – Martin Byron-Grange
1 – Brendan Wren
1 – Alastair Moye
1 – Dave Jordan
1 – Bill Martin
1 – Darren Harman
Did you know that Bully scored all 6 penalties that he took placing the ball into the same corner of the respective goal each time and giving the keeper no chance?
The Fair Play League
No one yet knows who won the league but I guess it was or will be Sandy. Maybe Ron will have an update.
You may say who cares about the league but one interesting fact is that Gavin scored in every league game that he played – 12 goals in 7 games.
Peace to all.
John
Players who made 10 appearances (including coming on as sub) or more were as follows:
32 – Steve Bull
29 – Matt Peacock
28 – John Boyle
26 – Brendan Wren
22 – Chris Wilson
21 – Alastair Moye
21 – Chris Griffiths
21 – Roy Oakley
20 – Phil Wells
19 – Gavin Simpson
17 – John Twigg
17 – Trevor Hyatt
16 – Mike Lisle
15 – Martin Byron-Grange
15 – Paul Crosby
14 – Mark Mills
14 – Ron Crennell
13 – Dave Jordan
Other players who made appearances were:
9 – Bill Martin, 8 – Steve Hammond, 7 – Richard Curzon, 6 – Darren Harman, 2 – Kenny Hogg, 2 – Robin Wells, 2 – Tony Evans, 1 –Andy Simpson, 1 –Paul Berry, 1 – Uncle Tom Cobley
Bully was the only ever present player for the second season in a row which is a great feat so well done to him.
The 115 goals were scored by:
27 - Matt Peacock
17 – John Boyle
16 – Steve Bull
15 – Gavin Simpson
13 – Mike Lisle
5 – Chris Wilson
5 – Mark Mills
5 – Ron Crennell
3 – John Twigg
2 – Phil Wells
2 – Martin Byron-Grange
1 – Brendan Wren
1 – Alastair Moye
1 – Dave Jordan
1 – Bill Martin
1 – Darren Harman
Did you know that Bully scored all 6 penalties that he took placing the ball into the same corner of the respective goal each time and giving the keeper no chance?
The Fair Play League
No one yet knows who won the league but I guess it was or will be Sandy. Maybe Ron will have an update.
You may say who cares about the league but one interesting fact is that Gavin scored in every league game that he played – 12 goals in 7 games.
Peace to all.
John
Monday 18 May 2009
Knobs 5 Potters Bar 2
The end of a very long season, not many cancellations either. I hope you are all satiated and looking forward to a rest. Next game not until tail end of August by God, if some of us live that long. Where's me tablets?
John Boyle, who has worked tirelessly in the administrative department admitted that he had really enjoyed the season I hope others have been similarly affected.
Yesterday's game against Kevin Patrick's all stars was a success in many ways. They tried , we tried, we all I hope enjoyed, regardless of the result. Sorry I didn't tell David about sandwiches but a cosy group in an uninhabited pub enjoyed two hastily cooked plates of chips and Dave Jordan's sausages from the night before- hope you all got to work this morning.
The game itself was tighter than the score suggests.
I thought we started well and it would be a matter of time before goals started raining in against a side not entirely used to playing together in an 11 a side. I was in goal, not by choice, Dave was referee , certainly not by choice!
A slip let Kevin in and a misjudgement, difficult thing keeping, meant I had to rugby tackle him, the ball fell dead, so almost did I. Dave didn't give the penalty but I did. What have I become, a fair minded Alistair without the humour? Despite loud protests from Knobs the penalty was rightly awarded. I knew I'd save it- I didn't, curiously, but engineeered where it would go and missed it by millimetres, despite all those would be keepers loudly advising me to stand here, over a bit, back a bit, up a bit, adjust your bra a bit etc. I knew we'd come back back and score a few so fairs fair. After a while I wasn't so sure as miss followed miss. I wondered if Darren's encouragement was getting to us a little bit, but I kept my peace smouldering about the iniquities of existence, until suddenly a move led to an outstanding finish from distance by Chris Wilson, a good distance out, top corner. By the way it pissed down all first half, personally I was freezing. Their keeper then miskicked a goalkick at Matt who simply passed it back into an open goal. Not much intricate play there then! Steve then tried one of his longish potshots, he should do it more often, and this one straight at the keeper and not with a lot of fizz bent his hands back and it went in. I always avoid wanking before I take up the gloves.
I missed the half time team talk in order to go and change. All half time team talks should simply say. Attack with width, defend narrowly, when you lose the ball strive to get back behind it immediately. Energy and never say die. Marking men, tactics, strategies, shut yer gob.
Second half saw them rejuvenated and as injuries to our lot seemed to be mounting they started to boss the game. Aye aye I thought aye aye! I didn't think much further than that mind, it hurts yer head.
They scored with a long distance shot pathetically let in. 3-2 and it stayed like that for a while. We gonna struggle here and noone will come to the pub afterwards and noone will want to play next season and the world will end not with a bang but with a whimper.
I took over as ref, brought Dave on and Brendan took over the gloves. Nowt much changed but Phil and I were highly amused at one Brendan 'save'. Falling to the earth and scooping the ball away for a corner. All in slow motion, wonderful, he should have been carrying a shovel.
Dave succumbed to a strain or was it alien amputation of a leg he weren't using? He went off to tend himself, hours later it seemed after unswaddling himself he came back on in goal. Oh in the meanwhile time caught up with the midfield maestro, who succumbed to the whistle with me replacing him. Hope that last sumptious pass before he retired does not prove to be his last.
It was left for us to take some sort of intitiative with people playing all over the shop. Except for Mark who stopped playing, turned out he had severe buttock strain all second half. Not many people know that but now you do. Try laxatives but not on the pitch.
I did a Kevin Nolan, who?, Kevin Nolan, you know the ponderous plodder who strives to cause damage in his opponent's box at Newcastle but can't make it due to the impediment of carrying an iron lung in his jock strap. Anyway I made it. The anticipation I was pleased with, the finish a purposeful toe end from 20 yards into the top corner, well.... I was kinda pleased with also.
This meant pressure off, and in the 135th minute a lashing long distance volley from Matt, from out by the touchline put the icing on the cake.
Steve did offer to punch someone- well he was referee he's allowed to assert his authority. Phil had a bit of handbags and gladrags with Phil- hey Kev what kind of punch was that?
We took down the posts, literally to end another season. God bless you all.
Presentation evening in the Fox, June 5, see you all there.
Has Big Bob been reincarnated? Watch this space..........
John Boyle, who has worked tirelessly in the administrative department admitted that he had really enjoyed the season I hope others have been similarly affected.
Yesterday's game against Kevin Patrick's all stars was a success in many ways. They tried , we tried, we all I hope enjoyed, regardless of the result. Sorry I didn't tell David about sandwiches but a cosy group in an uninhabited pub enjoyed two hastily cooked plates of chips and Dave Jordan's sausages from the night before- hope you all got to work this morning.
The game itself was tighter than the score suggests.
I thought we started well and it would be a matter of time before goals started raining in against a side not entirely used to playing together in an 11 a side. I was in goal, not by choice, Dave was referee , certainly not by choice!
A slip let Kevin in and a misjudgement, difficult thing keeping, meant I had to rugby tackle him, the ball fell dead, so almost did I. Dave didn't give the penalty but I did. What have I become, a fair minded Alistair without the humour? Despite loud protests from Knobs the penalty was rightly awarded. I knew I'd save it- I didn't, curiously, but engineeered where it would go and missed it by millimetres, despite all those would be keepers loudly advising me to stand here, over a bit, back a bit, up a bit, adjust your bra a bit etc. I knew we'd come back back and score a few so fairs fair. After a while I wasn't so sure as miss followed miss. I wondered if Darren's encouragement was getting to us a little bit, but I kept my peace smouldering about the iniquities of existence, until suddenly a move led to an outstanding finish from distance by Chris Wilson, a good distance out, top corner. By the way it pissed down all first half, personally I was freezing. Their keeper then miskicked a goalkick at Matt who simply passed it back into an open goal. Not much intricate play there then! Steve then tried one of his longish potshots, he should do it more often, and this one straight at the keeper and not with a lot of fizz bent his hands back and it went in. I always avoid wanking before I take up the gloves.
I missed the half time team talk in order to go and change. All half time team talks should simply say. Attack with width, defend narrowly, when you lose the ball strive to get back behind it immediately. Energy and never say die. Marking men, tactics, strategies, shut yer gob.
Second half saw them rejuvenated and as injuries to our lot seemed to be mounting they started to boss the game. Aye aye I thought aye aye! I didn't think much further than that mind, it hurts yer head.
They scored with a long distance shot pathetically let in. 3-2 and it stayed like that for a while. We gonna struggle here and noone will come to the pub afterwards and noone will want to play next season and the world will end not with a bang but with a whimper.
I took over as ref, brought Dave on and Brendan took over the gloves. Nowt much changed but Phil and I were highly amused at one Brendan 'save'. Falling to the earth and scooping the ball away for a corner. All in slow motion, wonderful, he should have been carrying a shovel.
Dave succumbed to a strain or was it alien amputation of a leg he weren't using? He went off to tend himself, hours later it seemed after unswaddling himself he came back on in goal. Oh in the meanwhile time caught up with the midfield maestro, who succumbed to the whistle with me replacing him. Hope that last sumptious pass before he retired does not prove to be his last.
It was left for us to take some sort of intitiative with people playing all over the shop. Except for Mark who stopped playing, turned out he had severe buttock strain all second half. Not many people know that but now you do. Try laxatives but not on the pitch.
I did a Kevin Nolan, who?, Kevin Nolan, you know the ponderous plodder who strives to cause damage in his opponent's box at Newcastle but can't make it due to the impediment of carrying an iron lung in his jock strap. Anyway I made it. The anticipation I was pleased with, the finish a purposeful toe end from 20 yards into the top corner, well.... I was kinda pleased with also.
This meant pressure off, and in the 135th minute a lashing long distance volley from Matt, from out by the touchline put the icing on the cake.
Steve did offer to punch someone- well he was referee he's allowed to assert his authority. Phil had a bit of handbags and gladrags with Phil- hey Kev what kind of punch was that?
We took down the posts, literally to end another season. God bless you all.
Presentation evening in the Fox, June 5, see you all there.
Has Big Bob been reincarnated? Watch this space..........
Wednesday 13 May 2009
CRAWLEY GREEN 12 (lost count) KNEBWORTH 0 (no count) - match report by Mark Mills
It is difficult to find a starting point on where it all went wrong!
We turned up on time and felt confident and organized in the changing room having beaten them last season. Some of us even warmed up with some dynamic stretching (stretching on the move) and started fairly well although we failed to hold on to the ball and keep possession in the early stages.
The artificial pitch seemed to favour their style and they passed the ball around well and found their players with ease. We created very little around their goal and had to resort to some stout defending until we conceded the first goal. This gave them further impetus to pile on the pressure and score a second from a corner to go two up at half time.
We re-grouped in the afternoon heat and discussed where we were going wrong and came up with plan B.
We went back out thinking we had a trick up our selves and would play a holding game to stifle their play but all we succeeded in doing was to open up and provide an access route to goal which they duly obliged and carved us apart every five minutes!
We huffed and puffed and produced one or two good moves and carved out a couple of half chances but in truth we lacked the application, the innovation and determination to change things around, although it was not down to lack of effort by everyone.
I t was a hot day, it was in the afternoon and it was the penultimate game of a very good season up to then, but in truth they were fitter, more organized, showed greater movement and clearly knew each other’s game. They also had the advantage of playing regularly on the artificial pitch.
What lessons can we learn from this performance? We seemed to drop our heads too early having conceded only two goals and our will to compete evaporated in the afternoon heat. . It did not seem a proper game on this pitch and I feel we did not adjust accordingly or play our usual game of getting down the flanks as we normally do well. They were a good footballing side but perhaps if it had been a league game played on grass and we had a larger squad to keep things fresh, the outcome may have been different?
That game has now gone and we must now focus on the next one against Kevin’s team from Potters Bar.The game on Sunday was never going to have a bearing on our season so we move on and upwards. I sound like a Premiership manager, perhaps I should be on the telly!
Mark
We turned up on time and felt confident and organized in the changing room having beaten them last season. Some of us even warmed up with some dynamic stretching (stretching on the move) and started fairly well although we failed to hold on to the ball and keep possession in the early stages.
The artificial pitch seemed to favour their style and they passed the ball around well and found their players with ease. We created very little around their goal and had to resort to some stout defending until we conceded the first goal. This gave them further impetus to pile on the pressure and score a second from a corner to go two up at half time.
We re-grouped in the afternoon heat and discussed where we were going wrong and came up with plan B.
We went back out thinking we had a trick up our selves and would play a holding game to stifle their play but all we succeeded in doing was to open up and provide an access route to goal which they duly obliged and carved us apart every five minutes!
We huffed and puffed and produced one or two good moves and carved out a couple of half chances but in truth we lacked the application, the innovation and determination to change things around, although it was not down to lack of effort by everyone.
I t was a hot day, it was in the afternoon and it was the penultimate game of a very good season up to then, but in truth they were fitter, more organized, showed greater movement and clearly knew each other’s game. They also had the advantage of playing regularly on the artificial pitch.
What lessons can we learn from this performance? We seemed to drop our heads too early having conceded only two goals and our will to compete evaporated in the afternoon heat. . It did not seem a proper game on this pitch and I feel we did not adjust accordingly or play our usual game of getting down the flanks as we normally do well. They were a good footballing side but perhaps if it had been a league game played on grass and we had a larger squad to keep things fresh, the outcome may have been different?
That game has now gone and we must now focus on the next one against Kevin’s team from Potters Bar.The game on Sunday was never going to have a bearing on our season so we move on and upwards. I sound like a Premiership manager, perhaps I should be on the telly!
Mark
Sunday 3 May 2009
Knobs 2 Welwyn Pegasus 2
We should have won.
We should have won.
We did not because of lack of nous (self belief) and even so because we missed masses of opportunities which were there. Bad luck? Always a factor but something you can hardly do much about.
They were out of breath before the start. A bare 11 men bleating for 40 minutes each way and even 40 minutes the whole match.
What happens? We start off as slowly as I've seen us in a while. Even then after 20 minutes when we have started to warm up it's still only 0-0 so that's OK. They are, and were, no mugs, some strong players in their midst, supplemented by the return of Adrian a powerful centre back presence. We were tentative, disjointed and out of tune with each other. OK, I thought, familiarity will creep back in and we'll stuff them. Didn't happen and by the end we scraped a draw with a penalty with minutes to go.
Sure we're all friendly, sociable and perfectly together in the pub- we are after all not just a group of oldish guys for whom the football is the be all and the end all of the Sunday outing- but lately I think that as individuals and as a team enterprise we've let things slip a wee tad.
In my opinion we have some terrific vets' players but we really have to expect these players to really play to their worth both in terms of energy and guile.
Otherwise a game like today could go the way of the three previous games- defeat. A rut, difficult to get out of. We drew, but despite having by far the better chances and loads of corners we must consider ourselves very fortunate.
They scored in the first half via a toe poke over the line with several players trying to keenly watch better than each other. We eventually equalise direct from a corner thrillingly diverted into the net by their keeper. ( Steve's goal). Free kick on the half way line (late whistle) gave them a chance to launch the ball forward- tip on by big rangy midfielder to a wholly unattended mate made it 2-1.
Crucially they missed a sitter for 3-1, allowing us to sniff again, when with minutes to go Gavin made a desperate effort to claw a ball back from going out before being hacked down by their robust full back. Immediate penalty- vehement protests, makes you wonder, was I right?
Corse I was, even if Gavin would not have regained the ball, certainly the full back wouldn't
so what was the guy doing carving him down from the back. Well he was actually ensuring that neither of them would get to the ball! Also you can cripple someone from such tackles from behind. After the afternoon had elapsed, with Newcastle slumping to inevitable defeat and Barton slinking to an inevitable early bath, I am sure the decision was right. Steve converted unerringly.
Showers cold again. Nice to see Richard back- a marathon effort.
We must marry team work with a bit more individuality next week- a bit of selfish dribbling, certainly in the final third will not be frowned upon.
BBQ on cup final day discussed. Watch this black hole.
Swine flu? As I thought it's a case of hype and media shite. Mind you Twiggy's pork scatchings were not readily consumed!
We should have won.
We did not because of lack of nous (self belief) and even so because we missed masses of opportunities which were there. Bad luck? Always a factor but something you can hardly do much about.
They were out of breath before the start. A bare 11 men bleating for 40 minutes each way and even 40 minutes the whole match.
What happens? We start off as slowly as I've seen us in a while. Even then after 20 minutes when we have started to warm up it's still only 0-0 so that's OK. They are, and were, no mugs, some strong players in their midst, supplemented by the return of Adrian a powerful centre back presence. We were tentative, disjointed and out of tune with each other. OK, I thought, familiarity will creep back in and we'll stuff them. Didn't happen and by the end we scraped a draw with a penalty with minutes to go.
Sure we're all friendly, sociable and perfectly together in the pub- we are after all not just a group of oldish guys for whom the football is the be all and the end all of the Sunday outing- but lately I think that as individuals and as a team enterprise we've let things slip a wee tad.
In my opinion we have some terrific vets' players but we really have to expect these players to really play to their worth both in terms of energy and guile.
Otherwise a game like today could go the way of the three previous games- defeat. A rut, difficult to get out of. We drew, but despite having by far the better chances and loads of corners we must consider ourselves very fortunate.
They scored in the first half via a toe poke over the line with several players trying to keenly watch better than each other. We eventually equalise direct from a corner thrillingly diverted into the net by their keeper. ( Steve's goal). Free kick on the half way line (late whistle) gave them a chance to launch the ball forward- tip on by big rangy midfielder to a wholly unattended mate made it 2-1.
Crucially they missed a sitter for 3-1, allowing us to sniff again, when with minutes to go Gavin made a desperate effort to claw a ball back from going out before being hacked down by their robust full back. Immediate penalty- vehement protests, makes you wonder, was I right?
Corse I was, even if Gavin would not have regained the ball, certainly the full back wouldn't
so what was the guy doing carving him down from the back. Well he was actually ensuring that neither of them would get to the ball! Also you can cripple someone from such tackles from behind. After the afternoon had elapsed, with Newcastle slumping to inevitable defeat and Barton slinking to an inevitable early bath, I am sure the decision was right. Steve converted unerringly.
Showers cold again. Nice to see Richard back- a marathon effort.
We must marry team work with a bit more individuality next week- a bit of selfish dribbling, certainly in the final third will not be frowned upon.
BBQ on cup final day discussed. Watch this black hole.
Swine flu? As I thought it's a case of hype and media shite. Mind you Twiggy's pork scatchings were not readily consumed!
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