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Welcome!
Welcome to the website for Old Scotch Soccer club. You'll find stacks of information about the club, past and present.
There is a lot of information on the site but we are always looking for more input. Please contact us if you have any comments or anything to add.
All the latest match results
Access to all the ladders, matches and reports. Click here.
2008 details
Another successful year at Old Scotch. All the bits including awards, results and table from 2008 Click here.
Welcome to the website for Old Scotch Soccer club. You'll find stacks of information about the club, past and present.
There is a lot of information on the site but we are always looking for more input. Please contact us if you have any comments or anything to add.
All the latest match results
Access to all the ladders, matches and reports. Click here.
2008 details
Another successful year at Old Scotch. All the bits including awards, results and table from 2008 Click here.
Match Report - Reserves 2009
RESERVES @ Monbulk
Round 10 - 13/06/2009
Round 10 - 13/06/2009
THE HICKS HUMBLE THE SILVERTAILS AGAIN
A favourite Mike Oldroyd quote: "Assumption is the mother of all f@#$ ups". He has been brandishing the quote for ages now. In the change rooms, on the training pitch and even mumbling it in his sleep. But that is the only expression that could adequately express the game that was played up in the Monbulk hills.
It was third playing eleventh and what the Ressies squad pondered by glancing at the ladder was a demanding three points from a team showing none of the grit that earned them a tough reputation last season.
With Aaron warming up as if it was Feb 7, an injury to Giesh meant that Wardy would be stepping off the plane and into his trusty Arsenal keeper top, whilst Mikey took his mouth up to the Seniors squad. There were mixed blessings in a makeshift squad as Jimmy and Dawsy were unable to make the trip, conceding that the defensive three of Alf, Bondy and PC's collective age was older than the entire Monbulk team.
It was all according to plan in the first 10-15 minutes. Marty and Daz were dominating in the middle of the park and the front three of Alex, Pallis and Wes were licking their chops at the prospects of goals. Then on a dime, and a Monbulk free kick was headed in by a softly marked midfielder for a 1-0 lead. The horror show continued shortly after as a midget 14 year-old was able to head the ball past Wardy to double the advantage for the home side. The goal came against the run of play, with a neat cross from the Monbulk right wing swinging in to the shortest kid on the park, who glanced the ball low and into the far corner. Two-nil down after 20 minutes and it only got worse when Marty had to come off injured.
On came debutant Aaron, whose intensity at the ball was on par with the man he hastily replaced. But it was an Alfie free kick later in the half, looping into the box and picking out Alex's head before being scuttled into Pallis' path. In a rich run of goal scoring form, Pallis deftly slotted it home under the keeper to ensure Pip's half time tirade was curbed somewhat. Pallis had a chance for a second only minutes later but was unfortunately stopped by a tracking defender. A Monbulk corner at the other end only seconds before half time saw the little nugget sweeper venture forward for a late strike, only for Wardy to turn it aside. 2-1 at half time.
Nobody needed to be told at half time the disappointment the first 45 produced. The formation was tinkered with, moving Cam into the midfield and playing two tradition wingers in Wes and Marinos, leaving Alex & Pallis up front.
The second half was nothing short of frustrating. Scotch dominated possession and attacking play for the majority, searching for an equaliser. Pallis hit the upright with a header from an exquisite Alfie cross to the back post, Alex had a shot and header dealt with and Aaron was having a red hot go from range. Pip came on and took more corners than the Brawn Racing team in Monaco, and managed to nutmeg one of the Monbulk defenders on the by-line, only to see his cross just wide of the onrushing Alfie. It was looking like one of those days. Wardy was able to pull of a neat save when the Reds were pushing forward. The clay pitch and the ref didn't help proceedings for Scotch, but that cannot account for Scotch's performance. A Monbulk curse…can.
After the final whistle, a moment's reflection can only reveal the irritation the afternoon brought. One thing is certain though: if the performance is repeated for the next two weeks, Scotch's title hopes will be near impossible to restore.
Final score: 1 - 2
(P Pallis)
AP
A favourite Mike Oldroyd quote: "Assumption is the mother of all f@#$ ups". He has been brandishing the quote for ages now. In the change rooms, on the training pitch and even mumbling it in his sleep. But that is the only expression that could adequately express the game that was played up in the Monbulk hills.
It was third playing eleventh and what the Ressies squad pondered by glancing at the ladder was a demanding three points from a team showing none of the grit that earned them a tough reputation last season.
With Aaron warming up as if it was Feb 7, an injury to Giesh meant that Wardy would be stepping off the plane and into his trusty Arsenal keeper top, whilst Mikey took his mouth up to the Seniors squad. There were mixed blessings in a makeshift squad as Jimmy and Dawsy were unable to make the trip, conceding that the defensive three of Alf, Bondy and PC's collective age was older than the entire Monbulk team.
It was all according to plan in the first 10-15 minutes. Marty and Daz were dominating in the middle of the park and the front three of Alex, Pallis and Wes were licking their chops at the prospects of goals. Then on a dime, and a Monbulk free kick was headed in by a softly marked midfielder for a 1-0 lead. The horror show continued shortly after as a midget 14 year-old was able to head the ball past Wardy to double the advantage for the home side. The goal came against the run of play, with a neat cross from the Monbulk right wing swinging in to the shortest kid on the park, who glanced the ball low and into the far corner. Two-nil down after 20 minutes and it only got worse when Marty had to come off injured.
On came debutant Aaron, whose intensity at the ball was on par with the man he hastily replaced. But it was an Alfie free kick later in the half, looping into the box and picking out Alex's head before being scuttled into Pallis' path. In a rich run of goal scoring form, Pallis deftly slotted it home under the keeper to ensure Pip's half time tirade was curbed somewhat. Pallis had a chance for a second only minutes later but was unfortunately stopped by a tracking defender. A Monbulk corner at the other end only seconds before half time saw the little nugget sweeper venture forward for a late strike, only for Wardy to turn it aside. 2-1 at half time.
Nobody needed to be told at half time the disappointment the first 45 produced. The formation was tinkered with, moving Cam into the midfield and playing two tradition wingers in Wes and Marinos, leaving Alex & Pallis up front.
The second half was nothing short of frustrating. Scotch dominated possession and attacking play for the majority, searching for an equaliser. Pallis hit the upright with a header from an exquisite Alfie cross to the back post, Alex had a shot and header dealt with and Aaron was having a red hot go from range. Pip came on and took more corners than the Brawn Racing team in Monaco, and managed to nutmeg one of the Monbulk defenders on the by-line, only to see his cross just wide of the onrushing Alfie. It was looking like one of those days. Wardy was able to pull of a neat save when the Reds were pushing forward. The clay pitch and the ref didn't help proceedings for Scotch, but that cannot account for Scotch's performance. A Monbulk curse…can.
After the final whistle, a moment's reflection can only reveal the irritation the afternoon brought. One thing is certain though: if the performance is repeated for the next two weeks, Scotch's title hopes will be near impossible to restore.
Final score: 1 - 2
(P Pallis)
AP