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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 @ Endeavour Utd
Round 15 - 18/08/2009
Round 15 - 18/08/2009
RESSIES RUE MISSED OPPORTUNITIES
After advising the previous official allocated to this fixture that he was in fact incorrect in his opinion that the former ground was unsuitable for play, suggesting later on that we felt he was unsuitable to make decisions involving anything of a football nature, we moved on, shook hands and were re-allocated tonight's fixture by the FFV.
The pitch was perfect, although there were some inconsistencies near the centre line where some tape lay idle and appeared a safety hazard. As the young whipper-snappers before us sprinted around the oversized pitch, looking like little Ronaldos with big egos and little hearts, we felt this game needed to be attacked in a certain manner. As the average age of the opposition was one third the average age of our captain (Alf), sweeper (Bond), coach (Pip) and chaperone (PC), we knew a lot of running was not desirable as we'd be spent by half time. However, it was Endeavour who resembled a tired old bunch of geriatrics, with panting and puffing well before the interval, one being dragged for his lackluster performance before half time, the other at HT. More on that later…
With near perfect conditions and a perfectly flat and soft pitch with which to play, the Ressie Reds chose the occasion to try out a few new positions and a 'knock the ball about' attitude. Mike retained his spot between the sticks, despite heavy pressure from the unnamed 3rd choice keeper. Steve Hodges slotted in next to Wardy at the back to man mark in front of the mouthy left-footed Bond. Marty, Daz and Alf roamed the midfield like headless chooks pecking at their next feed. Jimmy D and Doug B flanked the wings with electrifying pace and Greavesy and Maz made up the 11 up front.
On a huge pitch the passes needed to be well-weighted. Many were, many weren't. Tough tackling was key, and a lot of pressure on the ball. Many balls were lost but then won back instinctively in midfield and on the wings. The blue boys regularly coughed up possession all over the ground, as the Old Scotch pressure became too much. Thankfully for them we were regularly wasteful with the final ball. Maz tried a scissor amid cries of "you're too old for that sh!t" from his own teammates. Doug, Alf, Daz, Marty, Maz & Greavesy exchanged many neat triangles and one-twos on the left bi-line and made the opposition look ordinary, as did similar combinations down the right with JD. His searing pace and power almost brought about an opener, but as his balls were lashed across the face of goal, no one was on the end to caress them into the back of the old onion bag. The Endeavour sweeper was indeed the busiest man on the park, as his long hoofs repeatedly found the head of Steve H, Wardy and Bond, repelling everything that came their way. Aside from a hopefully long range free kick from Endeavour, as well as some ill-timed flicks and back heals from the green-booted fancy feet with no footballing skill whatsoever, and their midfielder being dragged for being too lazy, there was nothing of any note for the opposition in the first half, with all the control and possession coming from the good guys in Red. Still, the score line remained unchallenged with both sides going into half deadlocked at 0-0.
It was a balmy evening at DISC, so we decided to do the HT talk on the pitch. Pip roused us up, encouraging pats on the back were offered, chest pumping was evident, the boys were keen to get the points here.
Back to the action, team unchanged, it was total domination for the Reds, leaving mainly counter-attacking football for the guys in blue. With limited talent and much up front, despite a half time change of their own, it was little wonder why they couldn't get into our final third. Marty, Daz and Alf owned the centre of midfield, fishing pills left and right to the onrushing youngsters that hugged the touch lines. Doug was again playing havoc with their defence, regularly getting behind the right back and sliding crosses in. Doidgy was his bustling self with pacey runs at and through their defenders. Half chances were created with little clear cut chances on offer, until…. (it is at this moment, I have an option to go easy on a fellow teammate or let rip for his wastefulness ~ being the softy I am, and understanding of how hard it is to hit the target, I choose the former)… Greavesy finds himself with ball at feet in front of goal, thanks to some good theft work by Marty (I think?). With keeper shuffling across to cover the goal line with his slight frame, the said had options here 1) to take a touch (assuming he was told he had time to shape up and shoot) or 2) have a lash at it from just inside the box. So pumped up on Red Bull and No-Doz our resident part time Personal Fitness Trainer chose the latter and flashed the shot wide of the keeper's right hand post. The Greavesy signature cry of "oh bother" bellowed across the Thornbury grounds and into neighbouring Werribee, clearly dissatisfied with his own execution.
The knowledge of the synthetic pitch also played its part. Several through balls were just too long, or took our attackers slightly away from a clear goalscoring opportunity. After coming on for Maz, Pallis had a good chance but was just half a Pogacha shy of getting a touch to steady and shoot, instead falling on a pile of Slatko on the way to ground. Thankfully he didn't land on his jats-crackers like last week - painful stuff taking that much weight!
By this time the Endeavour boys were basically backing the coach into position across the 6 yard box. With the keeper also keen to stay between the sticks it was going to be an arm wrestle to see if everyone would fit in there. With chance after chance repelled by the blue defence, only the odd counter attack would give them a sniff of an upset. One such chance came in from a blue who found some legs down the right and whipped in a cross to the worst striker one has seen in recent years. He managed to slide in on goal, and with the close attention from PC, who came on for Wardy earlier, could only manage to poke it goalward with as much velocity as the parked bus at the other end. Mike re-adjusted and clawed in the only real chance they had in the 90 mins. Up the other end again, and Cam, on for Greavesy (still abusing himself for his earlier miss) worked with energy around Pallis, Marty, Doug and Alfie (who looked like John McEnroe with headband and all, now sweeping for Endeavour being so far up the ground!). Together they managed to give us a new lively attacking combination and helped to create several chances, all of which came to "oohs" and "ahhs" from several onlookers, including our number 1 & 2 fans (Mr & Mrs Greaves) on the sidelines ~ but sadly no goal. Marty lashed in some long range efforts resulting in several corners and pinball episodes, one cannoning back off the upright, into the keeper's face and across the wrong side of the goal line. It was clear it was not going to be an Old Scotch night. Doug had a late run which took him to the six yard box, but as his efforts to get past the many surrounding defenders ensued, the ref thought it was past everyone's bedtime and so called full time at around 89 mins.
A hearty effort from the boys, possible one of the most complete team performances this season (minus the goals), but thanks to a fair bit of bad luck and a defensive attitude from our languishing opposition, the points just didn't come our way.
0-0 the final score.
TW
After advising the previous official allocated to this fixture that he was in fact incorrect in his opinion that the former ground was unsuitable for play, suggesting later on that we felt he was unsuitable to make decisions involving anything of a football nature, we moved on, shook hands and were re-allocated tonight's fixture by the FFV.
The pitch was perfect, although there were some inconsistencies near the centre line where some tape lay idle and appeared a safety hazard. As the young whipper-snappers before us sprinted around the oversized pitch, looking like little Ronaldos with big egos and little hearts, we felt this game needed to be attacked in a certain manner. As the average age of the opposition was one third the average age of our captain (Alf), sweeper (Bond), coach (Pip) and chaperone (PC), we knew a lot of running was not desirable as we'd be spent by half time. However, it was Endeavour who resembled a tired old bunch of geriatrics, with panting and puffing well before the interval, one being dragged for his lackluster performance before half time, the other at HT. More on that later…
With near perfect conditions and a perfectly flat and soft pitch with which to play, the Ressie Reds chose the occasion to try out a few new positions and a 'knock the ball about' attitude. Mike retained his spot between the sticks, despite heavy pressure from the unnamed 3rd choice keeper. Steve Hodges slotted in next to Wardy at the back to man mark in front of the mouthy left-footed Bond. Marty, Daz and Alf roamed the midfield like headless chooks pecking at their next feed. Jimmy D and Doug B flanked the wings with electrifying pace and Greavesy and Maz made up the 11 up front.
On a huge pitch the passes needed to be well-weighted. Many were, many weren't. Tough tackling was key, and a lot of pressure on the ball. Many balls were lost but then won back instinctively in midfield and on the wings. The blue boys regularly coughed up possession all over the ground, as the Old Scotch pressure became too much. Thankfully for them we were regularly wasteful with the final ball. Maz tried a scissor amid cries of "you're too old for that sh!t" from his own teammates. Doug, Alf, Daz, Marty, Maz & Greavesy exchanged many neat triangles and one-twos on the left bi-line and made the opposition look ordinary, as did similar combinations down the right with JD. His searing pace and power almost brought about an opener, but as his balls were lashed across the face of goal, no one was on the end to caress them into the back of the old onion bag. The Endeavour sweeper was indeed the busiest man on the park, as his long hoofs repeatedly found the head of Steve H, Wardy and Bond, repelling everything that came their way. Aside from a hopefully long range free kick from Endeavour, as well as some ill-timed flicks and back heals from the green-booted fancy feet with no footballing skill whatsoever, and their midfielder being dragged for being too lazy, there was nothing of any note for the opposition in the first half, with all the control and possession coming from the good guys in Red. Still, the score line remained unchallenged with both sides going into half deadlocked at 0-0.
It was a balmy evening at DISC, so we decided to do the HT talk on the pitch. Pip roused us up, encouraging pats on the back were offered, chest pumping was evident, the boys were keen to get the points here.
Back to the action, team unchanged, it was total domination for the Reds, leaving mainly counter-attacking football for the guys in blue. With limited talent and much up front, despite a half time change of their own, it was little wonder why they couldn't get into our final third. Marty, Daz and Alf owned the centre of midfield, fishing pills left and right to the onrushing youngsters that hugged the touch lines. Doug was again playing havoc with their defence, regularly getting behind the right back and sliding crosses in. Doidgy was his bustling self with pacey runs at and through their defenders. Half chances were created with little clear cut chances on offer, until…. (it is at this moment, I have an option to go easy on a fellow teammate or let rip for his wastefulness ~ being the softy I am, and understanding of how hard it is to hit the target, I choose the former)… Greavesy finds himself with ball at feet in front of goal, thanks to some good theft work by Marty (I think?). With keeper shuffling across to cover the goal line with his slight frame, the said had options here 1) to take a touch (assuming he was told he had time to shape up and shoot) or 2) have a lash at it from just inside the box. So pumped up on Red Bull and No-Doz our resident part time Personal Fitness Trainer chose the latter and flashed the shot wide of the keeper's right hand post. The Greavesy signature cry of "oh bother" bellowed across the Thornbury grounds and into neighbouring Werribee, clearly dissatisfied with his own execution.
The knowledge of the synthetic pitch also played its part. Several through balls were just too long, or took our attackers slightly away from a clear goalscoring opportunity. After coming on for Maz, Pallis had a good chance but was just half a Pogacha shy of getting a touch to steady and shoot, instead falling on a pile of Slatko on the way to ground. Thankfully he didn't land on his jats-crackers like last week - painful stuff taking that much weight!
By this time the Endeavour boys were basically backing the coach into position across the 6 yard box. With the keeper also keen to stay between the sticks it was going to be an arm wrestle to see if everyone would fit in there. With chance after chance repelled by the blue defence, only the odd counter attack would give them a sniff of an upset. One such chance came in from a blue who found some legs down the right and whipped in a cross to the worst striker one has seen in recent years. He managed to slide in on goal, and with the close attention from PC, who came on for Wardy earlier, could only manage to poke it goalward with as much velocity as the parked bus at the other end. Mike re-adjusted and clawed in the only real chance they had in the 90 mins. Up the other end again, and Cam, on for Greavesy (still abusing himself for his earlier miss) worked with energy around Pallis, Marty, Doug and Alfie (who looked like John McEnroe with headband and all, now sweeping for Endeavour being so far up the ground!). Together they managed to give us a new lively attacking combination and helped to create several chances, all of which came to "oohs" and "ahhs" from several onlookers, including our number 1 & 2 fans (Mr & Mrs Greaves) on the sidelines ~ but sadly no goal. Marty lashed in some long range efforts resulting in several corners and pinball episodes, one cannoning back off the upright, into the keeper's face and across the wrong side of the goal line. It was clear it was not going to be an Old Scotch night. Doug had a late run which took him to the six yard box, but as his efforts to get past the many surrounding defenders ensued, the ref thought it was past everyone's bedtime and so called full time at around 89 mins.
A hearty effort from the boys, possible one of the most complete team performances this season (minus the goals), but thanks to a fair bit of bad luck and a defensive attitude from our languishing opposition, the points just didn't come our way.
0-0 the final score.
TW