That's better, refreshed.
First win of the season and a bit of a struggle against a doughty 10 men. they had six call offs that morning but hey......
Dave started in goal and looked the part. Latest centre forward Simon on the bench and off we jolly well went. Surely too good a side for their 10 men, which the result eventually proved. Just! In the first minute our forward line, Andy, was through 1-1 with the keeper, scuffed and was thwarted. So it went on as we attacked. We were never anywhere near convincing with our finishing- shooting call it what you will. Dry pitch, bouncy and bobbly? Oh yes what a scorcher of a day, well done to all participants for existing through it.
Their chances were not converted, two of them in the first half due to sloppy cross field passes across the back which were intercepted. One shot crashed against the bar with Dave confidently.......
It soon panned out into a game of our attacks and their energetic defending. their centre half was speedy and classy. A notable feature was, with so much possession, people on the ball had the time to try and do too much themselves. An unaccustomed luxury of too much time and space. As a result attacks lacked momentum, pace and usually ended up with the wrong players trying to hit killer balls. Very disjointed. But despair not, thought they all, it's just a matter of time.
It shouldn't have been like that. With time and space the easy ball through the opposition was disdained. Perhaps it was the heat!
Half time 0-0.
Brendan replaced Dave in goal, his hand swollen from a hornet's sting. How confident is that?
Our shooting continued to be poor , though the woodwork was struck a few times. Our heading is poor to non existent so as to doubt the wisdom of us employing anything so prosaic as a cross.
But then we scored in a scramble which saw John Boyle gleefully tap in from close range.
They had some attacks, patient and steady, mainly through the energy and bustle of their young centre midfield man. I'll be 71 when he qualifies as a vet.
Brendan did a nice chicken shooing scoop round the post- taught him all I knew. He then saved us 3 or 4 times in the space of an attack (somehow) before retiring hurt. Steve Bull voluntarily took to the gloves. Noone was remotely interested in passing to him outfield so he made a good choice. The corner, conceded by Brendan's last act, flew over, was undefended and was backheeled in from a yard. Steve's keeping debut was in tatters- a clean sheet for 7 seconds. We did score a winner quite easily. Ball moving from right to left, reaching Andy who almost apologetically slotted home. look how easy that was !
We had a penalty denied when their centre half headed down onto his arm. Construed as unintentional and could hardly been seen as giving them an advantage! In the last seconds the referee did not see a lashed cross which apparently struck Tony's arm, arms and belly, arms, belly, willie and kneecap. Whatever. I'd turned to look to the linesman to see if he'd flagged for a throw in and missed the ensuing cross. Implored to ask honest Tony if he'd handled it, I did. He said no. Their man then said that's what we'd all say! Then what was the point of asking me to ask him? Circularity and non sequiturs.
Result 2-1.
Pub, few of them, a good few of us.
Insanus omnis furere credit ceteros!
Tips. Play to our strengths. Ball to feet where feasible. Running into space not a strength of ours except when Andy and Gavin are in the team. Remember Steve Bull stands around promisingly in midfield to help those whose strengths are elsewhere located, to pass the ball accurately, otherwise what's the ........
Principles.
We decide to recruit players when it's urgent, like 5 years ago, and the committee usually rubberstamps this. We have quite a squad of players signed and paid up presently, regardless how old, bow legged, slow, blind or batty they are and they are the cards the club plays with. Newcomers desperate to join our illustrious club in these circumstances must wait and take their chance when opportunity arises, like Darren H did originally and if I may say so like I did myself, months went by waiting for a call.
We have used 3 new centre forwards in 5 games. If they are keen they will understand the policy and will gradually fit in.
Most promising and improving player of the year. Bill reminded me of the now defunct award that used to be presented. Perhaps it should be resuscitated for several reasons, not least being the acknowledgement that we are none of us the finished article.
Goalkeeper:
Trevor played 2 conceded 11
Paul played 1 conceded 7
Ron played 1 conceded 2
Brendan played 20 minutes but now retired due to broken fingers - conceded 0
Steve played 25 minutes conceded 1
Dave played 45 minutes conceded )
AND the NEW KNOBS keeper is........ DAVE!!!!!! Stats never lie.
OCTOBER 16th game away to Harpenden. It is apparent that we are going to be short of several players that day. First thoughts were we should cancel early. But chat in the pub suggested we should play the fixture utilising less regular players. Probably correct, especially since we have no spare dates in our fixture list to re-schedule. SUGGEST people contact Dave early to pledge their availablity and commitment.
Available so far, Chris G, Ron, John B, Brendan, Chris W (probably), Chris C (possibly), Gavin,
Dave.
I have whittled at length, not a jot more will I wit.
Goodbye.
Welcome to the festive ramblings of faraway Sir Ronald and his knobs Dancer Dave, Dasher Darren and Prancer Al. Do take the time to browse around and participate in the blog. Older, slower and fatter than ever, that's the festive knobs!
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?
35 comments:
All the whinging about not being involved but the winning goal came from a Darren A pass to John B who then centred to Andy who scored!
So fuck off.
I thought the true spirit of Knebworth Old Boys was shown on Sunday by Brendan. Here is a man who went in goal with a broken finger and a hand that was swollen to the size of tennis ball. And then he punched the ball clear on numerous occassions. Already his name should be on the Clubman of the Year award!!! Shame on the rest of you for not empathising with him. But good on Bully for taking the hit when Brendan left the field. Who would have thought?
There was also someone else in goal who did'nt concede. Lets be impartial when making a comment.
I bought Brendan a pint of Conker Wonker.
Thanks to the 12 of you that turned out in the tropical weather on Sunday.
If your Mrs likes to spread stuff on your body and lick it off, I can recommend Nutella.
This week Asda are doing the 400g jar for only a quid. Normally when I buy it I pay £1,90.
Fucking ChAvSDA do you live at Dale Farm
Dave definitely between the sticks- the p-erfect solution, short of ball boy.
A distinct lack of bracing spoiled the morning. Better luck next time.
sputum on my member what a crew.
cheating bastards.
Where's the team photos- am I on them, I was there? Incognito disguised as a footballer.
Is it true Bullys going, wats happening?
give him the ball or else.
were lucky bully dont own the footballs otherwise no passes and he'd be off with them never to be seen again
On the occasion of Sunday's match against 10 men on a big pitch, attacking with width was more crucial than ever. So, on the whole playing down the lines was a sensible tactic. Also avoids getting caught out by too much square passing across the back, we twice were almost punished by poorly struck balls cross field in first half when their attacking threat was virtually dependent on us doing something daft.
Unfortunately the ball forward, inside through Bully was rarely employed first, because against 10 and with plenty space there were far more options than normal, including the one above, full back to wide man, down line, centre, (miss), but also, secondly, because with unaccustomed time everyone wanted to be the killer ball deliverer (usually with crap effect) and also, to a marked extent players started hurtling lemming like into Bully's central space, and crowding out that area of play, making the wide ball preferable and probably more productive.
Against 11, in more competitve games, moving the ball forward via the man in the centre will still be a very necessary option.
We still need to follow the simplest, most necessary tactic, attack wide and defend narrow. You'll still need Bully's passing ability to get the ball accurately wide in most games.
Put this dissension to bed.
On the occasion of Sunday's match against 10 men on a big pitch, attacking with width was more crucial than ever. So, on the whole playing down the lines was a sensible tactic. Also avoids getting caught out by too much square passing across the back, we twice were almost punished by poorly struck balls cross field in first half when their attacking threat was virtually dependent on us doing something daft.
Unfortunately the ball forward, inside through Bully was rarely employed first, because against 10 and with plenty space there were far more options than normal, including the one above, full back to wide man, down line, centre, (miss), but also, secondly, because with unaccustomed time everyone wanted to be the killer ball deliverer (usually with crap effect) and also, to a marked extent players started hurtling lemming like into Bully's central space, and crowding out that area of play, making the wide ball preferable and probably more productive.
Against 11, in more competitve games, moving the ball forward via the man in the centre will still be a very necessary option.
We still need to follow the simplest, most necessary tactic, attack wide and defend narrow. You'll still need Bully's passing ability to get the ball accurately wide in most games.
Put this dissension to bed.
You've got to hold and give but do it at the right time, you can be slow or fast but you must get to the line. They'll always hit you and hurt you, defend and attack, there's only one way to beat them, get round the back.
Did Tony lie?
Did he handle and tell a porky?
Any views?
I certainly didn't get a view - I wasn't looking.
Tony is porky
I hear Ron's love child is back this week?
Dont make me angry, you wont like me when i'm angry
Don't know it's quite nice to see a man with his spirit up, I suppose it depends who or where it's up.
Is Tony sponsored by Trussells?
do Tony and Bully eat from the same trough?
They're shaping up nicely together.
Useless and inedible.
rons love child- who that?
i am available sunday
I am a has been, can I play?
Better than a never was don't you know!
No deadwood allowed i'm afraid, by order of bully and maybe the new management team
A new management team???
I've always been a pleasant piece of deadwood- haven't splintered anyone or set their arses on fire. Why can't I play?
That Bull babe must be narsty, certainly treeist.
The clear out has begun, fuckoff useless old cunts and welcome decent young ones
Lots of has beens present next weekend for the celebratory dinner- very few never will bes.
Rather be an old piece of dead wood who once was a mighty oak in his prime than a little runty sapling swaying in each breeze.
dave 2 montenegro 1
What a cracking weekend iv had not reading this shit blog. Early to.bed you lovely lads and i will show you my scars in the morning up the England!!!
I know...you're embarrased to write a blog.
I've got shinpads- it's called skin. Not moaning- only about cracking me ribs when dismantling goal when all others had fled.
By the way is John TWIGG deadwood?
Shit's cleared where's the andrex?
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