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 January 2010

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

22 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well done team!

Roy said...

Just about ready for a return.Although fitness could be an issue,then again, I suppose it always is at our age.But available if required.

say what i see said...

Had a blinder?? 3 missed chances 2 of which open goals and a header that should of had some head on it. Big your self up why don't you.

SAINT RON said...

TRUE!

Anonymous said...

Welcome back chopper Roy

his friend brownnose said...

Sir Ron plays football thats all

Christopher Dean said...

I'll play on Sunday.

Jane Torville said...

And me!

Robin Cousins said...

And me!

Tonya Harding said...

And me! I'll bring some lead piping to sort out the Harpenden players.

harpenden captain said...

arseholes

John Curry said...

Let's slip and slide next Sunday- miracles do happen.

Nancy Kerrigan said...

Split my slit and let's roll with the snow.

Lord Ron said...

A little bit of snow and noone is allowed to play. Next week Sandy at home.

British moaner said...

Snow! No game? I blame the government.

January blues boy said...

Damian JJ, Bill where are you? Tell us how wonderful I was .

Anonymous said...

Saw Cider Boy stocking up at Village Wine. It's obviously going to be a long, cold night.

ronald said...

Pitch was almost perfect yesterday- there you go!

blogging knob said...

that fucking pitch is a pile of shit and never perfect

Dr Jeckyll said...

Shock, horror! Steve Bull injured!

Little Ditty said...

Milk, Milk, Lemonade, around the corner Fudge is made!

Food for proper men said...

Yellow matter custard
green snot pie all mixed together with a dead dog's eye.......