Could have been a difficult game but with Paul coming through in goal in place of a croaky Dave and two contributing guest players Des and Mark we came through well. Not to forget a cameo role from the returning Roy, for it was he, wonderfully blocking John Boyle's nemesis and effectively shutting his trap for the first time in living memory.
I figured we were on for 15 at the start but a lacklustre beginning swiftly saw us 2-0 down and a measure of overstriving entered the proceedings which meant we were not home and dry till the hour mark. Thereafter it could have been a hatful but turned out only six.
Their effective midfielder thumped in an early half chance followed by a Chris deflection which gave us a jolt. 2-0 behind, ten minutes gone.
Ali, good Dave, Bully and Joel exhibited our riches in midfield but none of them were bringing the very best out of Mark. Gerry, very industrious throughout, found Dave who shimmied into the area before carefully netting from a narrow angle. A controversial penalty saw Bully placing hard toward the corner only for their excellent keeper to tip round the corner. Still 2-1 but only a matter of time methinks. Mark carried a ball inside and let fly from 25 and a slight deflection saw the ball loop high into the net. Energy and fitness would settle the game second half. Dave had left with a hamstring pull and Alistair replaced Chris Wilson who went into centre mid to effectively compete against and eventually shackle their best player. A sweet left to right move saw them take the lead, a very well worked goal but we levelled after a deflected shot from Mark was spilled by the keeper and was snaffled by Gerry. Ali then scored a peach from distance, guided through bodies with the outside of his foot into the bottom corner. How many more do you want? Two it seemed. A very sweet cross shot from Joel high over the keeper as he cut in from the left, 5-3. Someone help me out with the other one!
Brendan had a very competent game which he marked with an innovative new style pass, the spoon pass. He tried it 5 times and it came off 4- don't persist Brendan! Watching Roy's 15 minutes stroll out gave me shivers as memories of his play in 5 a sides came flooding back to haunt me. Was it Des who advanced to score the 6th? No it wasn't, he had gallpoed forward in a lovely move earlier , like Arkle, before hitting too high. des not Arkle. No it was Chris Wilson who rifled home the sixth after an excellent move.
Two games against Therfield one we concede 9 and score 3 or 4 and today. Difference a fixture of two keepers really. Ours then and theirs today.
Good turn out at the chicken abbatoir. I left early for a mushroom risotto lunch in Welwyn.
Toodle pip and Happy New Year.
PS
Maggie in hysterics all day. If anyone sees me reffing and chewing me gob while slouching round with hands behind back, kick me up the arse.
She's still laughing. I'm really upset.
Ronald
Goodbye Sir Ronald
Quack quack
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Monday, 24 December 2012
Knobs 3 Ashwell 0
The calm between the storms. Despite the deluges of Thursday and Saturday the pitch on Sunday was firm and playable. A comfortable enough victory whose margin should have been far greater but for careless finishing and some excellent keeping.
We should have been out of sight at half time courtesy of some excellent and at times patient football yet the score was only 1-0. The goal came from another good move down the left which was bobbled in by the supporting full back John Boyle following a Gavin 'dummy' or complete miskick from 5 yards. Take your pick! Gerry and Chris Cox deserve special mention for some sensible defensive work in the wide midfield positions, always tucking in to assist the excellent central pairing of Chris and Good Dave. Jamie sustained an early injury and replaced Dave in goal, ( who had made a good save from their only shot on goal before he took up his puffing and panting position at full back). Jamie had little to do but control a savage Tony backpass but his distribution was so good. Other keepers take note.
Second half started scrappily as the game became too stretched. Part of the fault lay with everyone being a little cavalier going forward and not having the puff to get back. Seemingly this tactic was known as 'doing a chairman'. There were lots of chairpersons that second half.
A little controversy as Gavin was cavorting to the by line he appeared to slip over his own shadow, the sun had actually appeared, and his penalty claims were turned down. I gave the full back a bit of the benefit and the sun was in my eyes and I wasn't well placed. The reward for having a geriatric referee. Worse was to follow when the benign Andy lost his blob after a robust tackle on the penalty spot from their usually gentlemanly though robotic centre half. I genuinely thought he went for the ball and a collision occurred due to Andy's speed. No penalty and a limping Andy followed. He was not deterred as time and again he outpaced their defence only to be denied in his final efforts.
The second goal was overdue. Oh here it comes. An immaculate Dave throw in, hands from behind the head, feet planted on the turf, travelled unerringly to Andy, some 6 yards away. Brilliant! Andy swivelled and hit an inviting cross into the area where Gavin racing away from goal retrieved the ball and had the simple task of turning on a sixpence and lashing a whizzbanger across the goal into the far corner. Much better than a penalty.
A third followed from Good Dave as he careered into the area and lashed in an unstoppable one.
Mark Mills played a sensible game for them and was not, by prior agreement, tackled by any of us since he wanted to enjoy a pain free Christmas. Unless you count a body check by, yes of course, Naughty Dave, or was he too knackered to get out of the way.
Brendan did not show so missed a certain 90 minutes, he went to a local gym where the showers were hot to prepare for next week's big game. Joel did not show?
A handful of us joined a handful of them in the Lytton for a merry repast. Alistair must have chewed his way through 8 drumsticks. There was one left for my dog.
Merry Christmas to you all!
We should have been out of sight at half time courtesy of some excellent and at times patient football yet the score was only 1-0. The goal came from another good move down the left which was bobbled in by the supporting full back John Boyle following a Gavin 'dummy' or complete miskick from 5 yards. Take your pick! Gerry and Chris Cox deserve special mention for some sensible defensive work in the wide midfield positions, always tucking in to assist the excellent central pairing of Chris and Good Dave. Jamie sustained an early injury and replaced Dave in goal, ( who had made a good save from their only shot on goal before he took up his puffing and panting position at full back). Jamie had little to do but control a savage Tony backpass but his distribution was so good. Other keepers take note.
Second half started scrappily as the game became too stretched. Part of the fault lay with everyone being a little cavalier going forward and not having the puff to get back. Seemingly this tactic was known as 'doing a chairman'. There were lots of chairpersons that second half.
A little controversy as Gavin was cavorting to the by line he appeared to slip over his own shadow, the sun had actually appeared, and his penalty claims were turned down. I gave the full back a bit of the benefit and the sun was in my eyes and I wasn't well placed. The reward for having a geriatric referee. Worse was to follow when the benign Andy lost his blob after a robust tackle on the penalty spot from their usually gentlemanly though robotic centre half. I genuinely thought he went for the ball and a collision occurred due to Andy's speed. No penalty and a limping Andy followed. He was not deterred as time and again he outpaced their defence only to be denied in his final efforts.
The second goal was overdue. Oh here it comes. An immaculate Dave throw in, hands from behind the head, feet planted on the turf, travelled unerringly to Andy, some 6 yards away. Brilliant! Andy swivelled and hit an inviting cross into the area where Gavin racing away from goal retrieved the ball and had the simple task of turning on a sixpence and lashing a whizzbanger across the goal into the far corner. Much better than a penalty.
A third followed from Good Dave as he careered into the area and lashed in an unstoppable one.
Mark Mills played a sensible game for them and was not, by prior agreement, tackled by any of us since he wanted to enjoy a pain free Christmas. Unless you count a body check by, yes of course, Naughty Dave, or was he too knackered to get out of the way.
Brendan did not show so missed a certain 90 minutes, he went to a local gym where the showers were hot to prepare for next week's big game. Joel did not show?
A handful of us joined a handful of them in the Lytton for a merry repast. Alistair must have chewed his way through 8 drumsticks. There was one left for my dog.
Merry Christmas to you all!
Sunday, 16 December 2012
Old Owens 5 Knobs 5
Phew! and Hmmmm!
Nice pitch.
Brendan, who had withdrawn from a golf tournament because we were short, was not well pleased to find himself on the bench with old Ron, as we had 13, including a mate of Darren's. My view is if a stranger is asked to come along and play because he is told we are short, he has to play from the start. If we have 13 and he is made sub. , albeit a roll off and on sub., that is not on. Anyway Brendan soon joined the fray when Twiggy succumbed to an ankle injury and settled in to have a good second half- and he bought me a pint afterwards. A couple of near goals early on promised much and yes we soon went ahead when Dave headed home emphatically from a corner. Soon afterwards Ali J burst forward and guided a beauty into the bottom corner, outside of the foot from outside of the area. A false dawn. For all the verve and promise going forward there was no complementary defensive grit. We looked too spread out and brittle. They did have a couple of decent, pacy blokes going forward but we contributed to our own woes by being far too stretched. Full backs and wide midfielders were staying rigidly wide so that there was an enormous corridor through the middle. As a result Chris and Darren in midfield were outnumbered and were never really getting to grips with the hordes pouring through. My understanding is you should defend narrow and attack with width, I've said it enough times. Congest the most sensitive area- best let them have possession out wide rather give them open house in the middle. Anyway they scored a good goal for them. It should never have got to their bloke mind, but a 50 yard hoik forward was pursued, controlled and smashed unstoppably high into the net. The second was one out of last week's catalogue of errors- lack of putting a body in where it might hurt, or conceivably where it might contribute towards gaining a touch on the ball. Three or four at fault here all waiting for each other to take charge. We were still having joy going forward but no luck especially when a dubious home flag prevented a goal from Jamie, who had run clear and lobbed the keeper. They added a fourth before half time when their winger was allowed to put in a cross which sailed into the net via the far post. Flukey!
Alistair went centre half, replacing debutant Darren who was playing the first half in his stocking feet. Ron came on. (Not bad should have scored three ended up with one. I will treasure the memory. Mind it is hard when you haven't been involved for such a long time!) Excuses excuses!
They scored a scrappy 5th , we're fucked perhaps, 5-2 is a bit of a gap. But in the last half hour they faded and we grew strong and really we were making, missing and taking some chances. A Gavin corner was badly headed over by a rusty Ron , it travelled a mile and nearly broke his head. The next corner Owens were not so lucky as the oldest Knob ever to score headed hard and low to convert another excellent Gavin corner. 5-3. Gavin was now running wild and would inevitably score in time. Ali J was rampant and Chris and Darren were winning everything in midfield. Gavin scorched through for a 4th then after a bit of a Dave 'tackle' generously considered fair by the ref the ball was launched toward Gavin who raced in from the right, scoring from a narrow angle 5-5!. Gavin was thwarted yet still managed to get a square ball to Ron who skied from the penalty spot- take a touch you prat!
Unlucky to only draw in the end but we'll get it right on more occasions than we get it wrong.
Next week Ashwell at home when we face mercurial Mark Mills and the following week we play against John Boyle's All Stars when those available will be able to line up and exchange incomparable badinage and bon mots with John aka Beaky himself!
Nice pitch.
Brendan, who had withdrawn from a golf tournament because we were short, was not well pleased to find himself on the bench with old Ron, as we had 13, including a mate of Darren's. My view is if a stranger is asked to come along and play because he is told we are short, he has to play from the start. If we have 13 and he is made sub. , albeit a roll off and on sub., that is not on. Anyway Brendan soon joined the fray when Twiggy succumbed to an ankle injury and settled in to have a good second half- and he bought me a pint afterwards. A couple of near goals early on promised much and yes we soon went ahead when Dave headed home emphatically from a corner. Soon afterwards Ali J burst forward and guided a beauty into the bottom corner, outside of the foot from outside of the area. A false dawn. For all the verve and promise going forward there was no complementary defensive grit. We looked too spread out and brittle. They did have a couple of decent, pacy blokes going forward but we contributed to our own woes by being far too stretched. Full backs and wide midfielders were staying rigidly wide so that there was an enormous corridor through the middle. As a result Chris and Darren in midfield were outnumbered and were never really getting to grips with the hordes pouring through. My understanding is you should defend narrow and attack with width, I've said it enough times. Congest the most sensitive area- best let them have possession out wide rather give them open house in the middle. Anyway they scored a good goal for them. It should never have got to their bloke mind, but a 50 yard hoik forward was pursued, controlled and smashed unstoppably high into the net. The second was one out of last week's catalogue of errors- lack of putting a body in where it might hurt, or conceivably where it might contribute towards gaining a touch on the ball. Three or four at fault here all waiting for each other to take charge. We were still having joy going forward but no luck especially when a dubious home flag prevented a goal from Jamie, who had run clear and lobbed the keeper. They added a fourth before half time when their winger was allowed to put in a cross which sailed into the net via the far post. Flukey!
Alistair went centre half, replacing debutant Darren who was playing the first half in his stocking feet. Ron came on. (Not bad should have scored three ended up with one. I will treasure the memory. Mind it is hard when you haven't been involved for such a long time!) Excuses excuses!
They scored a scrappy 5th , we're fucked perhaps, 5-2 is a bit of a gap. But in the last half hour they faded and we grew strong and really we were making, missing and taking some chances. A Gavin corner was badly headed over by a rusty Ron , it travelled a mile and nearly broke his head. The next corner Owens were not so lucky as the oldest Knob ever to score headed hard and low to convert another excellent Gavin corner. 5-3. Gavin was now running wild and would inevitably score in time. Ali J was rampant and Chris and Darren were winning everything in midfield. Gavin scorched through for a 4th then after a bit of a Dave 'tackle' generously considered fair by the ref the ball was launched toward Gavin who raced in from the right, scoring from a narrow angle 5-5!. Gavin was thwarted yet still managed to get a square ball to Ron who skied from the penalty spot- take a touch you prat!
Unlucky to only draw in the end but we'll get it right on more occasions than we get it wrong.
Next week Ashwell at home when we face mercurial Mark Mills and the following week we play against John Boyle's All Stars when those available will be able to line up and exchange incomparable badinage and bon mots with John aka Beaky himself!
Monday, 10 December 2012
Goldings 4 Knobs 3
Rural tranquillity, Bramfield. Sunny and cold, tiny pitch.
Crappiest of all "changing rooms", all together in a cupboard, so tight we were changing each other. Ooh nice, touch me there again Dave sort of coziness. It didn't augur well with the entrance floor being covered by a broken glass bottle. Noone seemed to care. Two open plan showers in the corner doubled as a toilet well they did for Trevor.
Struggled to get a side out, so two outsiders Dave Fish and Tony's mate Richard deputised.
We attacked first and Gavin was thwarted from a narrow angle. Then they attacked , not particularly threatening or creative just lumping forward and pushing and shoving but trouble was we never looked like having a defence against it. We were woeful, nah we were absolute shite. Allowed ourselves to be bullied and intimated so much so that three of the goals came from the most pathetic of challenges inside our six yard box. Re phrase that, no challenges in the six yard box.
It was discussed in the conviviality of the salubrious pub opposite afterwards. All seem to acknowledge collective blame and yes as a group we were non existent in that dreadful first half. But in this mess individual lack of commitment stood out. Brendan was at fault for the first for not simply conceding a corner as the bloke behind him sneaked ahead and toe poked past the line bound Trevor. Dave looked as if he was never gonna get near anyone to commit some of his morale sapping fouls and tackles and an easy bit of play, unchallenged saw them score from a shit cross from his side for the second. Unchallenged, unchallenged and unchallenged! After you Claud, you score. The third saw a ball wickedly bounce over Tony's head in the six yard box. His warning of "over me" was not supposed to be an invitation to sexual liaison but a warning to those behind to defend. Again no challenge, ball netted from a few inches.
The 4th goal was just the opening of the floodgates. 4-0. We were coping better with Mr Fish at centre back, Brendan at left back and Dave left midfield but could we get a bit of energy into the play and a bit of commitment instead the tentative passivity that was the first half story.
Everyone knew that as individuals and even as a team force we were far better than that. Second half everyone showed it. Except for a couple of breakaways from which they missed they weren't in it thanks to tackling, challenging, RUNNING and the occasional foul or three. The reward was three goals all from Gavin. The first, he outran the back for and slid it in before the keeper could get there. The keeper was favourite but Gavin was quick and committed. The second was a Gavin penalty after he, himself, had been scythed down. The third, from a deflected free kick, from one of the many freekicks they started conceding from shooting range. Ian slid Gavin in for what would have been an equaliser but a controversial flag thwarted him. Much mirth from their massed ranks on the line. wasn't even marginal. Our 4th was not to come.
John Twigg in at left back for Brendan was tackling and putting his body on the line like a man possessed. Dave was involved in everything on the left tackling, bumping, boring and stirring up passions. This was really really better. Nothing pretty but it was a competition for supremacy which the first half certainly wasn't.
Well done and in the end unlucky!
Noone felt like a journey into Hertford and all were disappearing to respective abodes when Tony emerged from the adjacent restaurant-pub and announced they were letting riff raff in. So we gathered together and went in. Very nice, clean and sparkling with quoffable ale. Goodnight Vienna!
Crappiest of all "changing rooms", all together in a cupboard, so tight we were changing each other. Ooh nice, touch me there again Dave sort of coziness. It didn't augur well with the entrance floor being covered by a broken glass bottle. Noone seemed to care. Two open plan showers in the corner doubled as a toilet well they did for Trevor.
Struggled to get a side out, so two outsiders Dave Fish and Tony's mate Richard deputised.
We attacked first and Gavin was thwarted from a narrow angle. Then they attacked , not particularly threatening or creative just lumping forward and pushing and shoving but trouble was we never looked like having a defence against it. We were woeful, nah we were absolute shite. Allowed ourselves to be bullied and intimated so much so that three of the goals came from the most pathetic of challenges inside our six yard box. Re phrase that, no challenges in the six yard box.
It was discussed in the conviviality of the salubrious pub opposite afterwards. All seem to acknowledge collective blame and yes as a group we were non existent in that dreadful first half. But in this mess individual lack of commitment stood out. Brendan was at fault for the first for not simply conceding a corner as the bloke behind him sneaked ahead and toe poked past the line bound Trevor. Dave looked as if he was never gonna get near anyone to commit some of his morale sapping fouls and tackles and an easy bit of play, unchallenged saw them score from a shit cross from his side for the second. Unchallenged, unchallenged and unchallenged! After you Claud, you score. The third saw a ball wickedly bounce over Tony's head in the six yard box. His warning of "over me" was not supposed to be an invitation to sexual liaison but a warning to those behind to defend. Again no challenge, ball netted from a few inches.
The 4th goal was just the opening of the floodgates. 4-0. We were coping better with Mr Fish at centre back, Brendan at left back and Dave left midfield but could we get a bit of energy into the play and a bit of commitment instead the tentative passivity that was the first half story.
Everyone knew that as individuals and even as a team force we were far better than that. Second half everyone showed it. Except for a couple of breakaways from which they missed they weren't in it thanks to tackling, challenging, RUNNING and the occasional foul or three. The reward was three goals all from Gavin. The first, he outran the back for and slid it in before the keeper could get there. The keeper was favourite but Gavin was quick and committed. The second was a Gavin penalty after he, himself, had been scythed down. The third, from a deflected free kick, from one of the many freekicks they started conceding from shooting range. Ian slid Gavin in for what would have been an equaliser but a controversial flag thwarted him. Much mirth from their massed ranks on the line. wasn't even marginal. Our 4th was not to come.
John Twigg in at left back for Brendan was tackling and putting his body on the line like a man possessed. Dave was involved in everything on the left tackling, bumping, boring and stirring up passions. This was really really better. Nothing pretty but it was a competition for supremacy which the first half certainly wasn't.
Well done and in the end unlucky!
Noone felt like a journey into Hertford and all were disappearing to respective abodes when Tony emerged from the adjacent restaurant-pub and announced they were letting riff raff in. So we gathered together and went in. Very nice, clean and sparkling with quoffable ale. Goodnight Vienna!
Sunday, 2 December 2012
sandridge v Knobs off frost
Another Sunday spoiled. Got the news 9.03. Only failed to reach jamie and Dave who got to the Station. Sorry chaps!
Next week Goldings away snow permitting.
Next week Goldings away snow permitting.
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Knobs v Blunham
Match off due to highly debatable weather forecast.
Our community leaders love a bit of power. It's gonna rain, boo hoo! Wimps.
Our community leaders love a bit of power. It's gonna rain, boo hoo! Wimps.
Sunday, 18 November 2012
Knobs 1 MBDA 3
Sunny day, hard fought physically energetic game. They had some very good players and played as a team but Knobs gave them a hard battle.
Either side could have taken the lead unfortunately, after half an hour, they did. It was one of those goals where they had a bit of luck with the bounce of the ball and a close range shot, nearly stopped on the line by Chris, ended up in the net. We were breaking well at speed but our crosses were poor and easily dealt with. Their second goal was fortunate with Dave stumbling over as he pursued his man with a goal the result instead of a direct freekick to them if you get my drift! No real concerns as I felt with the energy we were putting in and the closing down, pressurising and tackling we would be sure to be rewarded. Unfortunately we lost Dave, the forward one, with a pulled hamstring but though Richard slotted in nicely, I felt Dave, who has been a real potent addition, would be a big miss over the piece. The third goal could have been the killer but it wasn't really. We won the ball, cleared to our right where they far too easily gained possession. Andy could have made a better effort closing down the crosser but across it came toward our far post. Dave should have been alert to ensure it went out safely but wasn't. Their nippy winger, just on, nipped in and scored from very close in. Horrible. Dave perhaps should have been helped out from urgent calls from his teammates but I didn't hear him receive any.
Anyway shortly afterwards we saw Andy burst forward and score high and handsomely from over 20 yards. Soon it was 3-2.. No flag for an age and Joel raced forward to hit a beauty from the statutory 20 yards. But what did I hear, a fluttering of a very, very late flag. The goal was disallowed as the linesman, Les, a qualified referee, informed me he waited to put up his flag when our player moved toward it from an offside position. Nuances? Anyway it sounded a reasonable explanation to me and offside was given. Still 3-1. In retrospect, though I cannot be sure, I felt Joel was all the while running onto the ball yet the flag stayed down for quite a time and therefore when it fluttered it was very late flag indeed. In fact a very naughty flag! Half time 3-1 and kicking down second half we were still very much in this game.
Surely we could not keep up this physical effort, no we couldn't but neither could they. No further goals ensued. We played very well, second half, at a less frenetic pace. Joel in particular was unlucky with a rasping shot toward the top corner only for a deflection to take it just over. Richard met a corner well with his head, too well, and a good chance was gone.
Well done to all. I thought we were unlucky but I am sure all would agree that they had played in a proper game, a throwback to pre Vet days. I am sure with half of that commitment Tescos would have been effectively closed down and liquidated last week.
A fair show at the Lytton where patience was needed waiting for the food. It was good to have Trevor back in goal and for his contribution to post match numbers. Please could blokes make an effort to show at the pub if even for 10 minutes on their way home.
next week Blunham , aka Sandy, at home
Either side could have taken the lead unfortunately, after half an hour, they did. It was one of those goals where they had a bit of luck with the bounce of the ball and a close range shot, nearly stopped on the line by Chris, ended up in the net. We were breaking well at speed but our crosses were poor and easily dealt with. Their second goal was fortunate with Dave stumbling over as he pursued his man with a goal the result instead of a direct freekick to them if you get my drift! No real concerns as I felt with the energy we were putting in and the closing down, pressurising and tackling we would be sure to be rewarded. Unfortunately we lost Dave, the forward one, with a pulled hamstring but though Richard slotted in nicely, I felt Dave, who has been a real potent addition, would be a big miss over the piece. The third goal could have been the killer but it wasn't really. We won the ball, cleared to our right where they far too easily gained possession. Andy could have made a better effort closing down the crosser but across it came toward our far post. Dave should have been alert to ensure it went out safely but wasn't. Their nippy winger, just on, nipped in and scored from very close in. Horrible. Dave perhaps should have been helped out from urgent calls from his teammates but I didn't hear him receive any.
Anyway shortly afterwards we saw Andy burst forward and score high and handsomely from over 20 yards. Soon it was 3-2.. No flag for an age and Joel raced forward to hit a beauty from the statutory 20 yards. But what did I hear, a fluttering of a very, very late flag. The goal was disallowed as the linesman, Les, a qualified referee, informed me he waited to put up his flag when our player moved toward it from an offside position. Nuances? Anyway it sounded a reasonable explanation to me and offside was given. Still 3-1. In retrospect, though I cannot be sure, I felt Joel was all the while running onto the ball yet the flag stayed down for quite a time and therefore when it fluttered it was very late flag indeed. In fact a very naughty flag! Half time 3-1 and kicking down second half we were still very much in this game.
Surely we could not keep up this physical effort, no we couldn't but neither could they. No further goals ensued. We played very well, second half, at a less frenetic pace. Joel in particular was unlucky with a rasping shot toward the top corner only for a deflection to take it just over. Richard met a corner well with his head, too well, and a good chance was gone.
Well done to all. I thought we were unlucky but I am sure all would agree that they had played in a proper game, a throwback to pre Vet days. I am sure with half of that commitment Tescos would have been effectively closed down and liquidated last week.
A fair show at the Lytton where patience was needed waiting for the food. It was good to have Trevor back in goal and for his contribution to post match numbers. Please could blokes make an effort to show at the pub if even for 10 minutes on their way home.
next week Blunham , aka Sandy, at home
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