Knobs 3 Therfield 4

Glad I was ref and not part of this debacle. Steve glad he was watching and not part of this horror show- not that he would necessarily have made much difference. It was crap defending that undid us. Some of our football was good on a heavy, claggy pitch, far superior to theirs who scored from their four 'chances'. Honest!
Our missed chances were legion. We came back from 2-0 down. A defence splitting pass by their influential midfielder was smashed in from an angle, then some robotic defending culminated in Brendan chesting over the line- where was his scissor kick? Or indeed lift his leg and any old kick? After a catalogue of misses Gavin decided to go it alone and finished with a rasper.
Another fine attack saw us with an open goal and even players in support followed by a real fluffer from which they broke away and had the ball in our net within ten seconds! 3-1.
A penalty awarded after a hatchet attempt by their giant redwood on Gavin was converted by Gavin himself, 3-2. They were a little disconcerted claiming it was outside the box. Bill assured me it was a good two yards inside. Confirmation of my dimishing acuity of vision. I actually heard one of their mob say it was inside and then because Gavin didn't dive but tried to continue, chance lost, it was claimed it wasn't a penalty. You can't win, apparently the ref's a "cheat", a "wanker" and a "cheating twat".
Half time 3-2.
All Knobs in the second half and the misses kept on coming until a lovely move saw Gavin square for Matt to exquisitely sidefoot home from 10 yards. The heat, such as it was, went out of the battle and it looked like a crap fought draw until a punt upfield led to a race between our ailing keeper Mark (knickname 'Ping') and their cube sized young centre forward. Youth won out and he belted a helluva rocket in for an angled winner. Credit where credit's due.
John Twigg took over in goal and kept his second clean sheet in succession. Please note.
Steve received his letter from Knebworth Parish and took it in good heart- put yer litter out in Watton Road- starting this week.
A good turn out in the Station where the food was minimalist and tardy.
Who missed the most and the easiest today?

Cheating wanker bastard

Knobs 7 Steeple Morden 1

Several visits to the ground led me to believe some form of match could take place- tiddlywinks perhaps the purists might say.
Sir Ron- in new, proper boots, hey that's part of the game, had a blinder- deny him you scrooges! He knows he still has a bit in him but the youngsters keep him out of the fray.
We played on the top pitch and played reasonably well.
Ron missed an early chanc e couldn't lift it over the keeper. But the keeper made amends by not doing anything after that. Hey, they were a very young side by the way- very. Their tactics simply seemed to be their makkem dribbling forward, like the absent Gav, before running out of options. They had a few shots wide in the first half. Matty foraged well before lashing in our first goal. I think Chris Wilson got the second, was that Ron's clever dummy by the way? The third came from another subtle dummy by Ron and was turned in by the coccyx challenged John Boyle- known by his opposition as "dickhead". Another good move saw Chris smashing a shot inside the far post. 4-0 half time.
We started sluggishly in the second half and they got one back was it Mark or was it Brendan or even was it Steve? No, unanimously it was Brendan. He'll deny it. Alistair, reffi ing, can you run the line Bill? "No", but he did. Another goal by Chris against their keeper who couldn't bend it
like Beckham or any fucker. But his fourth a 40 yard half volley into an empty net was a gobsmacker.
A freekick by Bully on target- important this- saw their keeper again challenged in the bending department. We could have scored loads as we carefully played our way round the ice.
Hey the new boots were great, thanks Steve, my 'career' has been elongated to my pension age.
If you can put up with me.
Next week a league game against high flying Harpenden , an unusual team selection conundrum. Picking those who are match fit- let me know if you think you are so categorised!
Goodly turn out in t'Station, just like old times except we win.

Sir Ron