Knobs 0 Ware 2

First league defeat, three more games on the trot to define our league season- either we win them and go on to geriatric glory or we play for memories. Howay the lads. Which reminds me of the first goal conceded against Ware after 30 minutes yesterday. Does the cry from the keeper, "Away, away, away," suggest he is a sad Newcastle supporter who has lost his way yem or is it an entreaty to a defender to kick the fucking ball anywhere but somewhere? Answers on the end of your knobs please, the most fertile answer receiving grandstand ticketsto a rousing event of their choice- answers on a postcard please as to what entails a most pleasing arousing event. Dirty answers only- we are lads after all!
All agreed neither side deserved to lose. How satisfying.
It stood 1-0 until their second with 9 minutes to go-a clear shot from a corner that finished the contest. We never got such clear cut chances, despite our superior attacking play. Do we over egg the pudding in the final third. I've always tended to think so. Yet it has to be said that their defence was hard, together and committed so probably that cancels out our attacking flair. A couple of goalline skirmishes defied belief and probably summed up our lack of luck on the day. Perhaps Gavin should have had a penalty late on, I've thought about it a bit and perhaps I'm a little bit too unbiassed. Did he get the ball first before being assassinated by the goalie's attack? Probably. I think the modern law interpretation says penalty! All so quick, sorry Gavin, sorry lads, that would have been 2-1 with time to go but there you are, well played everyone. It was generally a very pacy game on a very slick surface with the rain falling incessantly from start to louse. I froze and am expecting the transplant by the end of the week from a baboon, now we're talking.
Roy was back as if he'd never been away. We played 4-3-3 somewhat successfully but lacked killer instinct in the box. A combination of no luck, poor poaching and often crap crosses after the hard work had been done. As I said their defence was very sound if unspectacular.
Darren had a tete a tete with the winger who is still lurking in Knebworth back streets looking for revenge. " He's been kicking me all game" he mutters to no noticeable effect. Just ignore him if you see him, I think he's harmless if a little deranged.
The margarine crust at The Fox really took the biscuit- pity it wasn't one - a dog biscuit that is, I might have ate it. But it looked better when decorated with litter and a crumpled fag packet.
Howay Fox, rationing's been over for 60 years!
John Boyle- don't be disheartened life is a learning curve. Ask Ledley.