Faraway Sir Ronald

It's been on and off for years but finally the time has come for Sir Ronald to be put out to pasture in Pembrokeshire and become Faraway Sir Ronald. Plenty of gardening to be done and the drink is already a distant memory. The KNOBS, who are they?

Goodbye Sir Ronald

Goodbye Sir Ronald
Quack quack

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!

24 comments:

It was a pen said...

I can barely walk. Honestly. These hard pictures, they are a bastard on the knees. I've never felt so bad after a game of football. Black and blue. Do you think I've finally made vets status?

Death by a 1000 fouls said...

Fanny status aye!
Did yi die in the night then gerrup fer work next day? Then yerra vet.

don't notice any difference said...

I thought grass pitches were supposed to be better on old bones but the bloke from Crawley Green says his knees can't take the hard pitches anymore so he plays on astroturf!

thirsty pterodactyl said...

I am now officially Tommy's surrogate Grandfather ready to patiently attempt to answer all questions.
However when Thomas approaches the questioning area he must learn to conceal the can of Boddingtons safely from the prying eyes of the big bad witch.

knob on the fence said...

I hear that young Tommy has more cans of Boddingtons waiting for his surrogate Grandfather!

My mommy told me not to come said...

I waited out there for 3 hours!
I hear young Gavin needs a little tlc. So come on you knobblers give it to him. We need him next Sunday.
Expect news of cuddles and contact or else.

man poo said...

Ebay ALERT!!
57000 Arsenal flags for sale. Only been used for 7 minutes.

little nationalist said...

Terrible, all those people in red and white rendered silent watching their foreign hordes being vanquished by more foreign hordes from the north.
Hope LDV vans trophy survives for the genuine indigenous article. Come on Gateshead.

old Corinthian said...

Come on The Pensioners, play up, play a good game. No fouling remember, let us play the British way.
Are any of our chaps playing by the way?

I just love double standards said...

The British way- you cheating Norwegian bastard, middle name Quizling.
Handball. Intent or otherwise he should not have had his hand waving like an errant penis and preventing a goal scoring opportunity. Chelsea wuz robbed.
Hypocrisy of the media once more illustrated. Drogba's tirade, which I didn't quite catch live, first time, was apologised for. We went to a break and first thing after the break we are shown Drog's appeal to the camera again. This time I did hear what he was saying. Apology again. Whas happening?

Basher Boycott said...

The cricket season has started. Zzzzzzzzzzz......

Anonymous said...

Knob throwing on the BBC?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/hi/newsbeat/newsid_8038000/8038931.stm

private eye said...

Where is Mark Mills blog- we won 0-12 didn't we? We ought to be told.

knob who can't remember playing said...

The debacle of Luton blog will be here soon so try to contain yourselves.

Liberty said...

It's like Stalinist Russia- you can't just airbrush this one out of history.
We want the true blog......

can't stop laughung said...

Still no blog. Scaredy custards.

blog blog said...

Never known such excitement in the blog. It wont be long now!

Shearer fan and Martins fan said...

How many cooks does it take to make a blog?
Howay the lads I've just returned from Ye Station Hotellee where I've witnessed the demolition of Boro by Shearer's mighty men. That Viduka, such touches, such vision such class if only he was still alive! Reminds me of myself- cogito ergo sum but a canna fuckin run anymore.

dying to know said...

Can somebody not spell 'twelve' or something?
They came, they saw and then what?

bored waiting said...

Is the camel blogmeister this week?
Well where is it? Has he got the hump?

I smell blood said...

Where is the blog???

shagged out waiting said...

Am away to read the Sun at least it comes up regularly.

Night caller said...

As this blog is still going. I was wondering whether there has been any update on the FA cup Final drink? Can anyone advise.

cheapskate said...

Silence!

Anyone want their moat cleaned out, really cheap?