Knobs 2 Saints 2

Wye worra result ind it shoulda been a win fer the bonny lads o Knebwarth.
Frettin aal week as ti who wiz ganna replace the maestro, gone golfin in Teneriffy a neednt ha bothered. Wid thi few available be up ti thi task o tekkin on the Saints, we hanna droppt i point aal season a wondered, speshally efter thi seasins "do" at Ye Ould Station in Friday neet.
Short of personnel a debut woz given ti Chris fron Walkern and he played up front wi Methuselah. Trevor dropped out , groined out, on Saturday, but he turned up and ran thi line bringin alang two Icelandic pals as subs, G and Runni, pronoonced Rooney. Easy one that. John, the mighty Twigg, took the goalies jersey and splendid he looked, splutter, cough, splutter. We welcomed back for an occasional game Dave's mate, Dave Fish, ironic considering we had two Icelanders on the line.
There were nae goalposts up, another chore, and them little white things for the nets are like goaldust these days. Anyway we set up and off under the firm and fair referee,

Gouty Gavin. We kicked up in first half against a fit and tasty team. Despite comments to the contrary, I and others thought we played well. Some good moves, some pleasant holding up of the ball by us and yet for all their firm, silky movements they had hardly a shot on target, we defended so well. Unfortunately a soft bobbly one was deflected past John and a second goal came through a penalty, heavily disputed by the perpetrator of the push, burger man, but by few others. We had some moments in their area, a good move leading to a past the post header by the highly motivated John and a shot that hit the bar and went over from Dave. Their 22 year old goalkeeper was very commanding in his area. I can spot em, these frauds! I went off and brought on Runni, Brendan was spotted limping and I immediately came back on. Brendan's knees are knackered , we will need to bring the gun to his next game.
Second half and after an early sterile quarter of an hour they started to wilt gannin uphill. They divvint like it up em or gannin uphill it seems.. Millsy had gone at half time to play for Ashwell in the noon and the other norseman came on. The last 15 minutes saw only one likely winner. Their second half keeper, a vet!, kept them in the game with a series of saves from point blank range. A couple of very good ones from John piledrivers. At last one went in from new
boy Chris, who persisted throughout. A penalty, screamed for by many, noone more loudly than Richard, was denied us by the very neutral Gavin (bastard).
Chris scored a second from a right wing cross, volleying in neatly. Hey and we almost won it but were denied by the keeper.
I thought, on a hottish morning, with several players not even on first name terms, with a threadbare squad- you could hardly call 11 of us and two of Trevor's mates a squad actually, I thought we did wonderfully, wonderfully, even wonderfully well. As man of last season Mr Griffiths is wont to say, "we stuuffed those wallies"- well almost.
Mind you league rules drawn up by Saints, Andy, the League's organiser, and agreed by all of us, says you cannot play a player under 30 or you forfeit the game. Their angelic keeper first half ? Three points for the Knobs?
A pleasant few pints in the Station where Dave heroically served the cause selling domino cards and we all went happily home. Everyone friends.
Great!!!!!