Four wins on the trot. Well done.
Our longest away fixture, to dreary Bedford, the day of the clocks going back and a rainy windswept one at that. Spirits rose on arrival at Kempston on discovering a totally revamped sporting complex. Everything new, a stadium, a lovely manicured pitch then the reality. We were playing on the back pitch, a women's game in the arena taking precedence. Still it was a canny pitch.
Several players had aborted over the past 24 hours so there were 12 of us to do battle. Someone said Kempston had beaten Histon 5-1 last week to which one thought what or where is Histon.
Kicking downhill in the first half with a fierce breeze behind us did not suit. They scored first, as a bit of showboatin gave them the ball to do something with, which they did. A square ball to Phil some 30 yards out and dead centre saw him drive home with power. Half time 1-1.
Second half against the wind, it was all one way, our way. They hardly threatened as they were garrotted in midfield and undone by pace and verve up front. Matt scored a bit of a freak, which trickled over the line, all the more glorious, then Mike scored from close range and a tight angle after another breathtaking sprint by Gavin. Gavin had pace to burn and he did so, shaking off his flu symptoms in the best possible way. Are yi listnin Mark? Matt added a fourth with a delicious flighted shot from 20 yards. Their keeper saved them on several occasions and we contrived to miss a few. Satisfactory result. The Eagle beer was canny afterwards complementing the corned beef sandwiches and wodges of pastry and gristle somewhat elegantly.
Those of us with Steve enjoyed a rather scenic drive yem via every village in NW Hertfordshire.
Debbie's second effort at selling a dominoe card got the bum's rush (not surprisingly as he won the first) and he and I retired for a final pint in the Station sometime around midnight.
The next two weeks see us with a glut of player availablity and two friendlies, home to Birchanger and away to Garston. I would welcome chaps to contact me as to whether they have preferences as to which match they would like to play in. The Garston game is going to require we field our oldest side possible. I have some ideas as to who will participate in either or both but if you're not that bothered help me out.
By the way Kevin dropped out injured, Carl had weekend work and the Mills' brothers were ill. We look forward to hearing from the groupies attending Liverpool's Cavern Club to experience Knebworth's only geriatric rock 'n roll band, mostly ex-Knobs players who took up this pensioners' hobby when their vets' football days were over. Yi see footie, it's a young man's game!
Young Ron, who played the young man's game, obviously.
Goodbye Sir Ronald
Quack quack
Monday, 29 October 2007
Friday, 26 October 2007
Blog Poll
The latest poll has now finished and most think that the longer serving and more elderly members of the club should have a chance so it’s down to Ron now as long as he declines the Spurs job and stays with us.
The next poll is about rating players after a game so get voting.
And if anyone has any ideas for future polls then please let me know. A poll on savoury snacks has been suggested and is on the shortbread, I mean list.
The next poll is about rating players after a game so get voting.
And if anyone has any ideas for future polls then please let me know. A poll on savoury snacks has been suggested and is on the shortbread, I mean list.
Thursday, 25 October 2007
League: latest information
Copy of an email received by Ron from Andy who runs the league. Everyone who is under 35 or looks young (not many but definitely me!) will need to bring ID with them. This info could probably be added to Ron's new chart with weight of sacks!
Hi losers,
Updated results and league table. As always, any errors please let me know - and, please, again, let me have your scorers if you haven't already done so - this year it looks like there could be three or four candidates for the Golden Boot award, so every goal counts and every goals a hole.
On a more serious note, yet again I've had complaints about the ages of players. Where possible, I try to deal with any criticism objectively and see no point embarking on a witch hunt - in other words, I try to make it impersonal in the hope that those involved will sort out any perceived problems themselves. However, what I'm now getting is more than just mild concern - it is turning to anger and that cannot be good for the future of the league.
Everyone knows the rules, yet it appears they are being flaunted. I've got to the stage with this where I propose that the rules that exist are rigidly enforced. If this means teams have to bring proof of age with them, then so be it - it isn't working allowing teams to self police,and after one incident this weekend, there is little point in having a referee who just ignores any concerns that are raised. Accordingly,could I ask for your vote on whether you think if there is any doubt that a team satisfies the age rule before kick off, that team has aright to be given the ages of the players and if this proves that a sideis underage THE GAME IS AUTOMATICALLY FORFEIT 1-0 TO THE OPPOSITION.This is a bit Draconian, but it is of course unlikely to bother the majority like myself who are 50+, but I suggest any team with younger players, or even those who look young should consider having ID with them.
I know the above is heavy handed and almost patronising and I'm sorry for that, but I feel I've no choice but to spell out the concerns that have been raised in the hope everyone will respond in the right manner -if that means the rules have to be updated to achieve that, then so be it.
Cheers
Andy P
Hi losers,
Updated results and league table. As always, any errors please let me know - and, please, again, let me have your scorers if you haven't already done so - this year it looks like there could be three or four candidates for the Golden Boot award, so every goal counts and every goals a hole.
On a more serious note, yet again I've had complaints about the ages of players. Where possible, I try to deal with any criticism objectively and see no point embarking on a witch hunt - in other words, I try to make it impersonal in the hope that those involved will sort out any perceived problems themselves. However, what I'm now getting is more than just mild concern - it is turning to anger and that cannot be good for the future of the league.
Everyone knows the rules, yet it appears they are being flaunted. I've got to the stage with this where I propose that the rules that exist are rigidly enforced. If this means teams have to bring proof of age with them, then so be it - it isn't working allowing teams to self police,and after one incident this weekend, there is little point in having a referee who just ignores any concerns that are raised. Accordingly,could I ask for your vote on whether you think if there is any doubt that a team satisfies the age rule before kick off, that team has aright to be given the ages of the players and if this proves that a sideis underage THE GAME IS AUTOMATICALLY FORFEIT 1-0 TO THE OPPOSITION.This is a bit Draconian, but it is of course unlikely to bother the majority like myself who are 50+, but I suggest any team with younger players, or even those who look young should consider having ID with them.
I know the above is heavy handed and almost patronising and I'm sorry for that, but I feel I've no choice but to spell out the concerns that have been raised in the hope everyone will respond in the right manner -if that means the rules have to be updated to achieve that, then so be it.
Cheers
Andy P
Monday, 22 October 2007
Knobs 3 Saints 1
Another three points -actually our first three points- unbeaten in three games , very satisfactory. Controversial game, in the sense, that we kept to the side which was playing so well whilst the game was highly competitive. Apologies were made to the 3 subs, used in the final 20 minutes or so, by which time we were 3-0 up, but at least we are still competing in the league. Next week's game v Kempston will see us reverting to on- off subs every nanosecond, should any subs be available.
Anyway the performance on Sunday was a notch above normal in terms of physical effort, determination and teamwork as well as flair, passing ability and a desire to keep the ball. Well done! This opposition are no mugs and kept grittily involved right to the end.
First goal , a 25 yard thunderbolt from Matty into the top corner. The goalie neither saw nor spelt it, as good a shot and as fierce as you'll see in the Premiership- perhaps some good comes from watching Arsenal! Mind that clown Adeebiyorrr he could nivvor hit one like that
Second goal, a challenge from a flighted Bully corner was nutted in by a determined, then delighted John Twigg, who it has to be said was having a stormer at left back, some of his challenging headers were both towering and brain cell destroying.
Third goal, another of our many pleasant-on-the-eye attacks seemed to have broken down, but Mark 'never say die ' Mills raced to retrieve a ball going out then dispatched a cross which was accurately nutted in by Matt.
Their consolation goal came after Blind Pew, the referee, failed to notice their forward gently placing the ball down his shorts and ignoring a choir of lusty shouts for handball, allowed play on from which they scored.
Wye lad it wiz a canny game mind even though their number thorteen wiz a birrova bullsy, so there wi gan. Am so happy, all be tappy lappy aal neet when the bonny lads torn thi Spors ower the neet. A hate ti see grown men cry so al not be lookin ower wor fence inti Johnny Boyle's garden, al just leave him ti grieve privately. Prediction Newcastle 3 Spors nought. Owen, Martins and Milner ti score.
Howay thi lads.
Blind Pew
PS Never Say Die
Anyway the performance on Sunday was a notch above normal in terms of physical effort, determination and teamwork as well as flair, passing ability and a desire to keep the ball. Well done! This opposition are no mugs and kept grittily involved right to the end.
First goal , a 25 yard thunderbolt from Matty into the top corner. The goalie neither saw nor spelt it, as good a shot and as fierce as you'll see in the Premiership- perhaps some good comes from watching Arsenal! Mind that clown Adeebiyorrr he could nivvor hit one like that
Second goal, a challenge from a flighted Bully corner was nutted in by a determined, then delighted John Twigg, who it has to be said was having a stormer at left back, some of his challenging headers were both towering and brain cell destroying.
Third goal, another of our many pleasant-on-the-eye attacks seemed to have broken down, but Mark 'never say die ' Mills raced to retrieve a ball going out then dispatched a cross which was accurately nutted in by Matt.
Their consolation goal came after Blind Pew, the referee, failed to notice their forward gently placing the ball down his shorts and ignoring a choir of lusty shouts for handball, allowed play on from which they scored.
Wye lad it wiz a canny game mind even though their number thorteen wiz a birrova bullsy, so there wi gan. Am so happy, all be tappy lappy aal neet when the bonny lads torn thi Spors ower the neet. A hate ti see grown men cry so al not be lookin ower wor fence inti Johnny Boyle's garden, al just leave him ti grieve privately. Prediction Newcastle 3 Spors nought. Owen, Martins and Milner ti score.
Howay thi lads.
Blind Pew
PS Never Say Die
Friday, 19 October 2007
Blog Poll
The current poll has now finished and finally ended in a draw between Hobnobs and Garibaldi biscuits though ‘Fuckoff you loser’ came quite close.
The next poll is another hot topic from the blog this week so give your view and and cast your vote.
The next poll is another hot topic from the blog this week so give your view and and cast your vote.
Sunday, 14 October 2007
Knobs 7 Old Pretenders 3
Early Sunday evening listening to JohnnyCash and wondering how you all spend the rest of your Sundays after THE match. Do you walk the dogs, feed the ducks, dream about how better you were in days now gone by, (an understandable failing in a once born-once died existence) or are you permitted the opportunity to snooze before bedtime beckons? Do you indeed wonder what's the fucking point?
Today a vast multitude of availables turned out gin the 10 men of Old Pretenders (Internationale). A bit of a headache making sure everyone got a chance for a slice of the 90 minutes. By the way I am so old that I can say I hate substitutes it's such a recipe for internecine warfare. If a bloke dies on the pitch then I can recognise a possible rati0nale for substitutes but other than that a canna think of an obvious need.
Fortunately Carl stepped into a breach giving them an eleventh man in the first half. He was up against a post-gout John Boyle, who looks a sure fire selection for the hapless Spus anyday now.
"Anyday now giving your love to me .....".
Despite some very pleasant on the eye football we contrived to miss several early chances, stand up "ferret killer" (who contributed to play well to be fair), we but managed to do more difficult things in ensuing our 3-0 half time lead- a terrific individual shot from Matt (miles out), a sweet move and a deadly finish from the Bull and a run through from Martin culminating in an exquisite chip (some said he fucked it up but not from where I was lounging).
Half time saw Nick, making his debut for us, replace Carl as their 11th man and then prove to be their most competitive man in the second half viz. some skirmishes with the aforementioned Carl, who came on for us. Did they kiss and make up or did they only kiss, I don't really know and I wouldn't like to say. Nick's father, watching, lost the match ball sometime during the first half, slicing it into a nearby garden. Seems familiar Nick. I'll get it back tomorrow, after all I struggled through nettles and dog shite last week to find that fucker. Anyway I know the neighbour whose garden it entered, think his name is Ornery Cunt- perhaps I'll send Mr Boyle to get it.
How many misses in the second half from Messieurs Mills and Lisle? They both scored one each but even my left nipple at its lactating best could have scored Mark's. They managed to pull one back through an inexplicable raid down the middle, John Boyle scored a cheeky one from the most knicker elastic of angles and late on, after a second for Matt, and a succession of corners from Carl, cascading conkers from every conceivable tree, they managed curiously to smuggle a third. Mind you a sneaky deal between Steve Hammond and Trevor releasing the latter from his goalkeeping duties might have contributed to that. Oh yes, the second goal of theirs, ushered in that near post might have increased Trevor's longings for a role outfield. And this after weeks of goalkeeping hurt when I have been lauding Trevor's goalkeeping prowess to all who might contemplate listening. This bloke is unbeatable quoth I.
To the pub. Or the wake. A moderate turn out, sandwiches were there, consistent and cold, colder than the Stella and there the old braves chewed the fat over the morning's happenings.
Ron
Today a vast multitude of availables turned out gin the 10 men of Old Pretenders (Internationale). A bit of a headache making sure everyone got a chance for a slice of the 90 minutes. By the way I am so old that I can say I hate substitutes it's such a recipe for internecine warfare. If a bloke dies on the pitch then I can recognise a possible rati0nale for substitutes but other than that a canna think of an obvious need.
Fortunately Carl stepped into a breach giving them an eleventh man in the first half. He was up against a post-gout John Boyle, who looks a sure fire selection for the hapless Spus anyday now.
"Anyday now giving your love to me .....".
Despite some very pleasant on the eye football we contrived to miss several early chances, stand up "ferret killer" (who contributed to play well to be fair), we but managed to do more difficult things in ensuing our 3-0 half time lead- a terrific individual shot from Matt (miles out), a sweet move and a deadly finish from the Bull and a run through from Martin culminating in an exquisite chip (some said he fucked it up but not from where I was lounging).
Half time saw Nick, making his debut for us, replace Carl as their 11th man and then prove to be their most competitive man in the second half viz. some skirmishes with the aforementioned Carl, who came on for us. Did they kiss and make up or did they only kiss, I don't really know and I wouldn't like to say. Nick's father, watching, lost the match ball sometime during the first half, slicing it into a nearby garden. Seems familiar Nick. I'll get it back tomorrow, after all I struggled through nettles and dog shite last week to find that fucker. Anyway I know the neighbour whose garden it entered, think his name is Ornery Cunt- perhaps I'll send Mr Boyle to get it.
How many misses in the second half from Messieurs Mills and Lisle? They both scored one each but even my left nipple at its lactating best could have scored Mark's. They managed to pull one back through an inexplicable raid down the middle, John Boyle scored a cheeky one from the most knicker elastic of angles and late on, after a second for Matt, and a succession of corners from Carl, cascading conkers from every conceivable tree, they managed curiously to smuggle a third. Mind you a sneaky deal between Steve Hammond and Trevor releasing the latter from his goalkeeping duties might have contributed to that. Oh yes, the second goal of theirs, ushered in that near post might have increased Trevor's longings for a role outfield. And this after weeks of goalkeeping hurt when I have been lauding Trevor's goalkeeping prowess to all who might contemplate listening. This bloke is unbeatable quoth I.
To the pub. Or the wake. A moderate turn out, sandwiches were there, consistent and cold, colder than the Stella and there the old braves chewed the fat over the morning's happenings.
Ron
Friday, 12 October 2007
Last Sunday at Therfield
Do you remember the delayed start to the second half? It transpired the old guy reffing had gone for a shit! He never did return did he? Definitely a case for Miss Marple "The mystery of the missing ferrets allied to a referee shitting bricks somewhere". Can anyone spot any connection cos am buggered if a can. I'll just away ind watter me leeks.
Toodlepip.
Gerry Hattrick
Toodlepip.
Gerry Hattrick
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