Knobs 0 Goldings 4

First half frost, and a good display during which  Goldings threatened Knobs sit in keeper
not once. We were so superior yet had failed to score.
Second half heavy clarts mitigated against any attempts at purist football. In possession we were trying to be far too precise, not in the least expansive, no popping the ball down channels and feeding Paul' s strengths and we failed to score. So what went wrong, what brought this superior outfit to its knees? 4-0! Well I was shite. Say no more. Oh alright just a little. Having saved a straightforward shot which reared up and smacked me in the clock I felt a smidgen ill at ease. They almost scored when they poked a 'shot' tentatively toward goal , everyone was amazed I made no attempt to intercept it as it puffed, farted and trickled toward our unguarded goal only to come to rest against a post! They finally scored. A farty kick towards our goal from the top wing was inexplicably waved on its way to nestle inside the post. I'm perfecting that manoeuvre, I've done it before. How on earth did it happen? The second was shite. How the bloke on the right was onside I don't know, but he squared to the centre forward who popped it into an unguarded net. Well strictly speaking it was unguarded all game but on this occasion the keeper was not at fault. Should have advanced and cleared lines for next one  and ignored the baleful , bleating of "Tony's ball". It wasn't and it was poked in. Their lucky day. A goalkick that was under hit for a six year old soon saw number 4 being notched. At that moment I retired giving Richard his debut between the sticks. He thereafter kept a clean sheet. It was only left for a last minute fracas involving you know who, Grandad, who wanted to flay first Martyn then James as he stoated around like a blind beast. Drew humanely blew a final whistle and as far as I know Grandad is still reeling round Bramham searching for the next target of his psychopathic ire. It could be anyone , please Grannies don't approach him it'll only make him worse, perhaps he'lll be worn out given a year's prowling and gnashing of teeth.
No one went to the pub, any pub.... A first. Tiotte goal offside! Such was the day but at least Man City were in a contest.