A short blog- cos time's short perhaps some commenteers can fill in the missing bits.
A frosty pitch, bonehard and barely playable at the start softened up nicely as did Harpenden after their ascendancy for the first half hour. They didn't score six only one before we woke up and realised the ball was our friend and their goal could be attacked within the rules of the game.
I guess the start could be put down to us being far far less adaptable to a far from friendly, untrustworthy surface which Harpenden worked on with energy.
John Twigg, in goal, pulled off a full length diving save before they scored from an ill defended corner. We scored from our second attack after half an hour when the younger Ali entered the fray, replacing a bemused Brendan (the hogger of Bully's space) and made and scored himself a goal which showed skill and determination. They scored from a direct free kick after Monsiuer Boyle was adjudged to have fouled their guy out on the left. the bastard never waited for our wall! Cos he didn't have to.
Vinnie scored , hit the post and generally created a bit of mayhem before half time intervened.
Second half Harpenden rarely threatened except for one sitter of a header missed when they were 4-2 adrift. Some superb, calculated passing and a much higher energy output saw the Knobs dominate the second half. The John Boyle goal saw us play the ball out silkily and swiftly from from our left back position diagonally to the right where John ran onto it before smashing it home from an oblique angle. He loves those angles and rarely misses, shades of 5 a side. Vinnie got his second from close range with an assist from a foraging Gerry, as he did his first if my degenerating memory bank serves me well.
Brendan came back on to occupy a bit more space, then hobbled off with an ankle knock and jet lag. Can we have a nano Brendan who doesn't take up any space?
Everyone contributed especially in the last hour. New Ali was excellent in the40 minutes he played, Gerry was mom for industry, endeavour and guts over the piece but there was some very nice football so pleasing on the eye.
Next week the village of Therfield bring the pride of their loins to compete with us at Fortress Knebworth make sure you are there.
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?
30 comments:
Good choice and timely substitutions by the gaffer. I watched him pace up and down the touch line all morning. I am available next week Dave.
The third goal was lovely. It was like watching Swansea.
We owe our great turnaround to our own special one Dave
We need to get Dave tied up with a contract before Stevenage come calling
i know what I'd tie him up with!
well plaed gerry.
Thanks for the praise. I have been studying a few websites about tactics and applying them to our games. I thought I played a few master stokes yesterday. I'm not normally one for new world wines but £2.48 for a Chilean Cab Sauv is unbeatable. Get down Asda and buy the "35 South" 13.5%abv now.
That'll be the one full of nitrites, right?
Chile's built on nitrates don't build yourselves with them.
try Coop water at 63p a 2 litre bottle- lasts you a night + a piss disturbed sleep.
tis cut your throat time- all this post Christmas moaning- each day repeats don't you know. Stay in you know it makes a bit of sense.
Noticed this blog is going down hill since John Boyle has given up writing on here. You know it makes sense John.
Downhill?
look at the new Guardian format!
The world is ending not with a whimper but a silence.
Give me the ball on the left, don't always look to the right. I would score plenty if you ever passed to me.
I only pass to the right because i only have one leg.
I pass to the right cos John is so good and knows how to score so fuck off twat heads
Bulky passed to me the other week and I scored. Gerry is right, get the ball left more often.
Bulky is getting right on my tits with his constant moaning
Thanks steve and most who play on the left are not good enough to play on the right so bolloks to them
It smells on the right have you noticed? Wouldn't play there for a blue fuck!
Next season I will start an over 50s team. David is bringing in lots of new younger faces (outsiders!!!!!) into the team and us senior folks are not getting a look in. The few that get a chance are doing well (except the nomadic one!). Who's with me!
and theres more to come Ron. The future of the club is looking healthy regardless of our recruitment minister who hasnt recruited anyone yet. Nothing lasts forever old boy
Dont you just hate old fuckers who moan, go and sit in a corner and piss yourself you old cunt
Old cunts V young Bucks. This can be the christmas game.
i would be with you but im not old enough so fuck off as theres enough old codgers playing already
Can we have this page in bold for the old cunts in the team
Sorry I ment the old cunts on the bench
RC is innocent OK? Canny Lad? Who he?
I've retired not that you'll have noticed just a few more games refereeing to totally free myself from the habit.
Who will sponsor my walk from Knebworth to Knewcastle for the two causes "Save the Snow Leopard" and "Save the Children"?
I'm unavailable for Sunday.
i am available sunday
N0 I am I do or don't think therefore I am or I am not- fuck cogito ergo sum I'm not- I really don't think- often and sometimes not at all.
Go to bed Ron.
Go to the pub you stupid wankers, up at these dopey times putting comments on here.
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