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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 @ Old Melburnians
Round 12 - 27/06/2009
Round 12 - 27/06/2009
SCOTCH COMPLETES THE DOUBLE ON OLD MELBURNIANS
And as I sit to begin my humble musings, I find that time, my friends, is running short and the dogs of war(dy) are on my tail to complete the following for submission and have it available for your perusal. Based on the fact that you are currently running your eyes over my initial ramblings tells me I managed to do so before he got so annoyed at my inability to meet a deadline that he wrote and posted one himself. I will also take this moment to post a disclaimer outlining that the following has been submitted for literary purposes only and any connection with the actual happenings of the match are purely coincidental.
Anyway, enough about me, let's talk a little about football. The pitched battle ahead of us was to be played out on the carpet that is the Scotch College #1 pitch and the excitement was palpable. Old Melburnians wheeled out the usual suspects and despite the drubbing they received at our hands 3 weeks prior, we knew we were up for a stern test.
Our concerns were proved founded within the first 5 minutes as Pember found ball at feet just outside the box and proceeded to rush past Laz and straight towards the left upright. From 10 yards out and on an angle he unleashed a left footer just inside the post only to see our aging keeper place a mitt on it and turn it around the near post.
Despite this initial attack, there was little on offer for the boys in blue as a reasonable amount of possession was being expertly turned away from goal by a defensive line that stretched to the midfield. At most, they did manage to earn themselves an inordinate number of corners for the second match in a row (I must admit that, given the number they get, their ability to convert corners into shots on goal is somewhat... lacking).
Whilst this nonsense of attempted attack was being perpetrated by the opposition, we set about setting ourselves up for a few meaningful sorties in the forward third. Jimmy was turning the OM right winger into a gibbering idiot as he whipped the ball away from him in defensive and skinned him in attack and Davey was carving it up in the middle, looking for the incisive through ball to meet one of the dynamic duo up front (and I will pause for a moment to give Jason a shout out on his first game). The thing that we continued to lack was the final shot to test the OM keeper, despite some good long distance efforts that proved to be slightly errant.
This match had the scent of one that had been played many times and never had a bath... lots of promise for both teams, but no satisfaction, UNTIL... the magic happened. Tired of pushing it out wide, Dave decided to take the direct route, from 35(ish) yards out, he sent one flying straight(ish) down the middle of the pitch and into the opposing goalbox. Inexplicably, the OM keeper chose this moment to leave his beloved line for the first time in the match with the view of meeting the pill at about the 12 yard mark. But this was not to be! No dear reader, Chris would not hear of it and charged in to meet the through ball with his much-adored melon. As fate would have it, Chris, the keeper and an OM defender all managed to converge on the ball, miss it completely and subsequently allow it to bounce merrily through and into the goal. Pin point accuracy by the captain and 1 - 0 to the good guys. A score we would retreat to the tiny change rooms with.
The second half started with earnest (the state, not a guy, just for you folk out there that may be confused...) as both sides looked to impose themselves on one another. It was evident in their endeavour that our rivals were not the same team we faced 3 weeks prior and we had to be on our best game to keep them out.
It looked to be another half of cut and thrust in the midfield as both teams struggled to test either keeper. We were looking to apply the killer punch, but the desperation of their defense was keeping us at bay, whilst our own defensive efforts were keeping them from any meaningful shots on goal. As is with these matches however, the opportunity did come, landing squarely at the feet of the man who scored a hat-trick against OM at our last meeting, Jonny B. My recollection of this was that he shimmied left, he shimmied right, slipped through the defense, did a little pirouette andslotted the ball low and hard to the left of the opposing glove man. Obviously dizzied by JB's silky skills, the latter had already fallen to that very side and, much to his surprise, found the ensuing shot had, in fact, landed in his hands (insert expletive here).
As is often the case with these situations, defense turned into attack for the visitors and it was on the counter-attack that once again, our foe would find themselves with a free kick some 25 yards out in line with the right hand post. The ensuing free kick saw an OM glancing header redirect the ball from the back to the front post. As luck would have it, Giesh is dyslexic and was going that way anyhow, so was able to get his aging frame across to push it out for... wait for it... another corner!
As the remainder of the details are a little fuzzy in my Alzheimer-riddled mind and my word limit approaches fast, I will stick to the highlights for the remainder. Within 10 minutes of the aforementioned, Pember found a path through and struck the pill looking to slide it past an onrushing Giesh, fortunately our hand bandit was riding his luck this day and his gadget legs managed to get in the way enough to send the pill towards the reinforcements that were streaming back.
It looked to be the end my friends; it looked to be a match that would be played with the nervous energy that is only created where one team desperately wants to hold onto a one goal lead, whilst the other desperately looks to even the score. But then it happened, with ball at feet Doug went on a rampage. What looked like a perfectly innocent act of the defense bringing the ball forward soon turned into a nightmare for OM. All opposition (obviously scared of his menacing demeanour and rippling abs) backed off our intrepid right-back, so he kept going, and going, and going, until he found himself just outside the attacking 18 and unleashed. The shot sailed, as if in slow motion, into the back of a ducking defender and ballooned up, the OM keeper leaping desperately to get hand to ball, but failing to make it the 3 inches off the ground required to deflect it from goal. The net ballooned, the second goal was scored and the game, dear readers, was won! 2 - 0 to the good guys.
Despite this rambling and oft incorrect telling of our match, it is important to note gents, that the coming weeks mark the beginning of our season proper. Our performance over them will shape the season to come.
Final Score: 2-0
(D Baillie, D Fielding)
DG
And as I sit to begin my humble musings, I find that time, my friends, is running short and the dogs of war(dy) are on my tail to complete the following for submission and have it available for your perusal. Based on the fact that you are currently running your eyes over my initial ramblings tells me I managed to do so before he got so annoyed at my inability to meet a deadline that he wrote and posted one himself. I will also take this moment to post a disclaimer outlining that the following has been submitted for literary purposes only and any connection with the actual happenings of the match are purely coincidental.
Anyway, enough about me, let's talk a little about football. The pitched battle ahead of us was to be played out on the carpet that is the Scotch College #1 pitch and the excitement was palpable. Old Melburnians wheeled out the usual suspects and despite the drubbing they received at our hands 3 weeks prior, we knew we were up for a stern test.
Our concerns were proved founded within the first 5 minutes as Pember found ball at feet just outside the box and proceeded to rush past Laz and straight towards the left upright. From 10 yards out and on an angle he unleashed a left footer just inside the post only to see our aging keeper place a mitt on it and turn it around the near post.
Despite this initial attack, there was little on offer for the boys in blue as a reasonable amount of possession was being expertly turned away from goal by a defensive line that stretched to the midfield. At most, they did manage to earn themselves an inordinate number of corners for the second match in a row (I must admit that, given the number they get, their ability to convert corners into shots on goal is somewhat... lacking).
Whilst this nonsense of attempted attack was being perpetrated by the opposition, we set about setting ourselves up for a few meaningful sorties in the forward third. Jimmy was turning the OM right winger into a gibbering idiot as he whipped the ball away from him in defensive and skinned him in attack and Davey was carving it up in the middle, looking for the incisive through ball to meet one of the dynamic duo up front (and I will pause for a moment to give Jason a shout out on his first game). The thing that we continued to lack was the final shot to test the OM keeper, despite some good long distance efforts that proved to be slightly errant.
This match had the scent of one that had been played many times and never had a bath... lots of promise for both teams, but no satisfaction, UNTIL... the magic happened. Tired of pushing it out wide, Dave decided to take the direct route, from 35(ish) yards out, he sent one flying straight(ish) down the middle of the pitch and into the opposing goalbox. Inexplicably, the OM keeper chose this moment to leave his beloved line for the first time in the match with the view of meeting the pill at about the 12 yard mark. But this was not to be! No dear reader, Chris would not hear of it and charged in to meet the through ball with his much-adored melon. As fate would have it, Chris, the keeper and an OM defender all managed to converge on the ball, miss it completely and subsequently allow it to bounce merrily through and into the goal. Pin point accuracy by the captain and 1 - 0 to the good guys. A score we would retreat to the tiny change rooms with.
The second half started with earnest (the state, not a guy, just for you folk out there that may be confused...) as both sides looked to impose themselves on one another. It was evident in their endeavour that our rivals were not the same team we faced 3 weeks prior and we had to be on our best game to keep them out.
It looked to be another half of cut and thrust in the midfield as both teams struggled to test either keeper. We were looking to apply the killer punch, but the desperation of their defense was keeping us at bay, whilst our own defensive efforts were keeping them from any meaningful shots on goal. As is with these matches however, the opportunity did come, landing squarely at the feet of the man who scored a hat-trick against OM at our last meeting, Jonny B. My recollection of this was that he shimmied left, he shimmied right, slipped through the defense, did a little pirouette andslotted the ball low and hard to the left of the opposing glove man. Obviously dizzied by JB's silky skills, the latter had already fallen to that very side and, much to his surprise, found the ensuing shot had, in fact, landed in his hands (insert expletive here).
As is often the case with these situations, defense turned into attack for the visitors and it was on the counter-attack that once again, our foe would find themselves with a free kick some 25 yards out in line with the right hand post. The ensuing free kick saw an OM glancing header redirect the ball from the back to the front post. As luck would have it, Giesh is dyslexic and was going that way anyhow, so was able to get his aging frame across to push it out for... wait for it... another corner!
As the remainder of the details are a little fuzzy in my Alzheimer-riddled mind and my word limit approaches fast, I will stick to the highlights for the remainder. Within 10 minutes of the aforementioned, Pember found a path through and struck the pill looking to slide it past an onrushing Giesh, fortunately our hand bandit was riding his luck this day and his gadget legs managed to get in the way enough to send the pill towards the reinforcements that were streaming back.
It looked to be the end my friends; it looked to be a match that would be played with the nervous energy that is only created where one team desperately wants to hold onto a one goal lead, whilst the other desperately looks to even the score. But then it happened, with ball at feet Doug went on a rampage. What looked like a perfectly innocent act of the defense bringing the ball forward soon turned into a nightmare for OM. All opposition (obviously scared of his menacing demeanour and rippling abs) backed off our intrepid right-back, so he kept going, and going, and going, until he found himself just outside the attacking 18 and unleashed. The shot sailed, as if in slow motion, into the back of a ducking defender and ballooned up, the OM keeper leaping desperately to get hand to ball, but failing to make it the 3 inches off the ground required to deflect it from goal. The net ballooned, the second goal was scored and the game, dear readers, was won! 2 - 0 to the good guys.
Despite this rambling and oft incorrect telling of our match, it is important to note gents, that the coming weeks mark the beginning of our season proper. Our performance over them will shape the season to come.
Final Score: 2-0
(D Baillie, D Fielding)
DG