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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 - Seniors 2009
SENIORS v Monash Uni
Round 11 - 20/06/2009
Round 11 - 20/06/2009
MONASH MAKE LIMITED CHANGES COUNT
HA Smith had turned into a potato patch. Well, that's being harsh, but it ain't gettin' any better, and with the visit of 2nd placed Monash to The Fortress, Old Scotch knew the ground condition may actually hurt the visitors, accustomed to a Wembley-like surface at their own home ground.
A few key forced changes to the Seniors line up with both striker Pietro and sweeper Fredy out due to injury meant positions would have to be shuffled. Added to the frustration was the inability to get fresh players ready or transferred in time for the big clash, meaning OS were not at full strength, but still strong coming into the game, fresh off the back of 5 games undefeated.
The first 20 minutes we were in charge of the match, the opposition couldn't even get the ball down to our end for a goal kick, let alone a chance on goal. Without gigantor in midfield this year, Monash relied heavily on their wingers, who weren't firing early and looked vulnerable, so Jimmy and Chris exploited them more often than not.
Dave was holding it up in the midfield and distributing to Muz and Jewy via Tom and Chris when he wasn't taking it directly up the park himself. Jimmy's devastating overlapping runs were causing all sorts of havoc for their defence, especially the overrated and mouthy Monash #9, and we were looking the goods. It was starting to look suspiciously like brown trousers time for Uni as a well constructed corner saw Jewy running on and bundling the pill marginally wide of the left upright. Within minutes, another meaningful attack saw captain fancy-feet unleash a shot with his vicious left foot from around 18 yards. Seeing that it was sliding wide, Jewy turned his size 14 to it, sending it agonisingly close, but just over the bar.
Things were looking good as we continued to press and the goal we richly deserved looked like it was just around the corner until the cruel mistress that is football reached out with her icy cold hands and told us all to cough… The first thing that looked like an attack from Uni saw their man find some space just inside the 18. He turned and looped a shot across the goal and into the top left hand corner for a 1-0 lead to the visitors, totally against the run of play. This gave Monash some confidence, as their football to this moment would struggle to encourage anyone to continue playing. Tightening her grip on us, the mistress then conspired to provide the opposition with a corner which duly found the noggin of one of theirs and was placed fair and square into the top left hand corner (slightly over the outstretched head of post marker Steve). 2-0 and the home aside were shell-shocked, but still Scotch pressed on.
If you had turned up at the 25 minute mark, you would still think the home side was in control, as Monash did little to press their advantage further. Scotch controlled the game, but failed to provide any meaningful attack on goal, meaning the opposition keeper was getting cold hands waiting for the next OS attack. Creating chances is something we have thrived on thus far, but to this point the clear chance were simply not coming.
A fine save from Giesh between the sticks meant the score line was kept at an attackable level for the second half. The boys hitting the sheds at HT 2-0 down, with heads down in similar fashion.
After a pep-talk from coach EB and a quick half time sub, OS returned to the pitch knowing if they picked up a goal early on that they'd be able to salvage the game. 2-0 is a dangerous score line and the Reds planned to hit from all angles as they tried to make it interesting.
Chris continued to work the right flank as Jonny, on fresh for Tom, was deployed on the left in front of the ever pacey Jimmy, giving niggly #9 a work over repeatedly - for some reason he thought the world of himself, and as there are no mirrors up in the change rooms, probably didn't get a chance to have a good look at himself until returning to the lovely town centre of Clayton. The ref seemed to fancy him too, giving him more than his share of frees as he sprawled about the HA Smith turf with monotonous and embarrassing regularity. Nevertheless, a good contest to watch as the two exchanged tricks and heated words.
With Dave dropping slightly in midfield to receive and make the play, attacking signs looked good, with Muz and Jewy in support through the middle and up front. The telling ball into the box, complete with Scotch head on the end of it, was all that was missing to make this arm wrestle interesting.
It was at this time the mistress woman decided to give OS the lifeline it so deserved. A searching ball into the box saw the pill bobble into the hapless hand of a Monash defender, and the ref blew up for a fortunate but clear penalty. No one seemed too keen to demand the penalty, and so our captain courageous stepped up to do the honours, despite rumours of "an agreement" with his deputy before the game. Needless to say what the mistress gave with hand, she slapped us in the face with the other and sent Dave's sliced (erh, well struck) effort over the left corner of the crossbar and away to Monash safety. They breathed a sigh of relief as this could have spelt panic stations for them, but our heads went down and it was beginning to look like one of those days for the Old Scotch.
In truth the OS midfield domination and general control of the game only picked up further from here, but it meant little if we could not penetrate the Monash final third. Their play had not changed since 2008 with a well balanced and controlled back line that kept out the Scotch waves. The indiscipline that is more often exposed with university students was clearly missing from this uni team, as they kept well organised from the back to the front. Aside from a fine Giesh save, tipping the ball over through a crowded penalty box, there was not much more to report by way of a goal scoring chance stepped forward for either side.
Eamonn decided to go for broke. With 10mins left and 2 goals down, he dragged stand-in sweeper Stevie and brought on Aaron in midfield to add some attacking options. It seemed to add some energy in the middle of the park, but the defensive Monash wall was today impenetrable.
As we played man-for-man at the back, all that was left was for a Monash counter-attack to finish the game off, and much like their first two goals against the run of play, this one was a hopeful long ball latched onto by the nippy striker who judged the bounce better than our own resident onrushing hand-bandit, tucking it underneath Giesh and into an empty net. An end to a miserable afternoon for the nice guys of Hawthorn, proving there is still much work to be done before anyone at OS begins thinking of loftier pastures.
3-0 to Monash the final score.
TW & DGW
HA Smith had turned into a potato patch. Well, that's being harsh, but it ain't gettin' any better, and with the visit of 2nd placed Monash to The Fortress, Old Scotch knew the ground condition may actually hurt the visitors, accustomed to a Wembley-like surface at their own home ground.
A few key forced changes to the Seniors line up with both striker Pietro and sweeper Fredy out due to injury meant positions would have to be shuffled. Added to the frustration was the inability to get fresh players ready or transferred in time for the big clash, meaning OS were not at full strength, but still strong coming into the game, fresh off the back of 5 games undefeated.
The first 20 minutes we were in charge of the match, the opposition couldn't even get the ball down to our end for a goal kick, let alone a chance on goal. Without gigantor in midfield this year, Monash relied heavily on their wingers, who weren't firing early and looked vulnerable, so Jimmy and Chris exploited them more often than not.
Dave was holding it up in the midfield and distributing to Muz and Jewy via Tom and Chris when he wasn't taking it directly up the park himself. Jimmy's devastating overlapping runs were causing all sorts of havoc for their defence, especially the overrated and mouthy Monash #9, and we were looking the goods. It was starting to look suspiciously like brown trousers time for Uni as a well constructed corner saw Jewy running on and bundling the pill marginally wide of the left upright. Within minutes, another meaningful attack saw captain fancy-feet unleash a shot with his vicious left foot from around 18 yards. Seeing that it was sliding wide, Jewy turned his size 14 to it, sending it agonisingly close, but just over the bar.
Things were looking good as we continued to press and the goal we richly deserved looked like it was just around the corner until the cruel mistress that is football reached out with her icy cold hands and told us all to cough… The first thing that looked like an attack from Uni saw their man find some space just inside the 18. He turned and looped a shot across the goal and into the top left hand corner for a 1-0 lead to the visitors, totally against the run of play. This gave Monash some confidence, as their football to this moment would struggle to encourage anyone to continue playing. Tightening her grip on us, the mistress then conspired to provide the opposition with a corner which duly found the noggin of one of theirs and was placed fair and square into the top left hand corner (slightly over the outstretched head of post marker Steve). 2-0 and the home aside were shell-shocked, but still Scotch pressed on.
If you had turned up at the 25 minute mark, you would still think the home side was in control, as Monash did little to press their advantage further. Scotch controlled the game, but failed to provide any meaningful attack on goal, meaning the opposition keeper was getting cold hands waiting for the next OS attack. Creating chances is something we have thrived on thus far, but to this point the clear chance were simply not coming.
A fine save from Giesh between the sticks meant the score line was kept at an attackable level for the second half. The boys hitting the sheds at HT 2-0 down, with heads down in similar fashion.
After a pep-talk from coach EB and a quick half time sub, OS returned to the pitch knowing if they picked up a goal early on that they'd be able to salvage the game. 2-0 is a dangerous score line and the Reds planned to hit from all angles as they tried to make it interesting.
Chris continued to work the right flank as Jonny, on fresh for Tom, was deployed on the left in front of the ever pacey Jimmy, giving niggly #9 a work over repeatedly - for some reason he thought the world of himself, and as there are no mirrors up in the change rooms, probably didn't get a chance to have a good look at himself until returning to the lovely town centre of Clayton. The ref seemed to fancy him too, giving him more than his share of frees as he sprawled about the HA Smith turf with monotonous and embarrassing regularity. Nevertheless, a good contest to watch as the two exchanged tricks and heated words.
With Dave dropping slightly in midfield to receive and make the play, attacking signs looked good, with Muz and Jewy in support through the middle and up front. The telling ball into the box, complete with Scotch head on the end of it, was all that was missing to make this arm wrestle interesting.
It was at this time the mistress woman decided to give OS the lifeline it so deserved. A searching ball into the box saw the pill bobble into the hapless hand of a Monash defender, and the ref blew up for a fortunate but clear penalty. No one seemed too keen to demand the penalty, and so our captain courageous stepped up to do the honours, despite rumours of "an agreement" with his deputy before the game. Needless to say what the mistress gave with hand, she slapped us in the face with the other and sent Dave's sliced (erh, well struck) effort over the left corner of the crossbar and away to Monash safety. They breathed a sigh of relief as this could have spelt panic stations for them, but our heads went down and it was beginning to look like one of those days for the Old Scotch.
In truth the OS midfield domination and general control of the game only picked up further from here, but it meant little if we could not penetrate the Monash final third. Their play had not changed since 2008 with a well balanced and controlled back line that kept out the Scotch waves. The indiscipline that is more often exposed with university students was clearly missing from this uni team, as they kept well organised from the back to the front. Aside from a fine Giesh save, tipping the ball over through a crowded penalty box, there was not much more to report by way of a goal scoring chance stepped forward for either side.
Eamonn decided to go for broke. With 10mins left and 2 goals down, he dragged stand-in sweeper Stevie and brought on Aaron in midfield to add some attacking options. It seemed to add some energy in the middle of the park, but the defensive Monash wall was today impenetrable.
As we played man-for-man at the back, all that was left was for a Monash counter-attack to finish the game off, and much like their first two goals against the run of play, this one was a hopeful long ball latched onto by the nippy striker who judged the bounce better than our own resident onrushing hand-bandit, tucking it underneath Giesh and into an empty net. An end to a miserable afternoon for the nice guys of Hawthorn, proving there is still much work to be done before anyone at OS begins thinking of loftier pastures.
3-0 to Monash the final score.
TW & DGW
