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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 Warragul
Round 14 - 11/07/2009
Round 14 - 11/07/2009
SENIORS SNATCH DEFEAT FROM THE JAWS OF VICTORY.....! (AGAIN)
As day broke on a blustery Melbourne day, the lads from Warragul rose, wondered what the hell the were doing living all the way out there, then hitched up the wagons for the long pilgrimage to society. Jimmy, meanwhile, was putting in his nomination for the Doug Hurrell by poisoning himself with his own cooking. Not to be outdone, Doug decided that bringing the strip to the game was over-rated and thus put his own name down for his namesake award. Thanks guys, it's just not a presentation night without folk like you and a big thanks to the Jewitts who look to have almost sewn it up already.
Anyway, enough of the fun part of this report; on to the match. A chat before the match saw us acutely aware of the importance of the game ahead of us and with the wind in our face, we came out blazing. The pill was being moved from red foot to red foot with impunity and within 5 minutes, a gilt-edged opportunity fell to the feet of Jewy who cocked a leg and… slid it wide if the left upright, proving the visitors a reprieve. It would be short lived however, as within minutes, Jewy pounced on a defensive error, dispossessing the desperate sweeper and sending the pill into the path of the most talented Beamish ever to take the field for OSSC. Jonny duly slotted it away putting us one goal to the good.
The pressure continued to mount and despite the wind at their back and a few corners, Warragul were struggling to make an impact. Their backline, meanwhile was conspiring to cause them all sorts of bother and soon after the first calamity, a backpass saw a footrace between Mighty Muz and opposing glove cheat. As one would expect, Muz met the ball first, poking through to… you guessed it… Jonny Beamish, who tapped it into an open goal. 2 - 0 to the good and the ball at our feet, looking the business (apart from the severe corky that Muz incurred during the challenge, which resulted in his leaving the field). One would think this is more a recipe for success than disaster, but as the cruel hand of fate would have it, it was not.
Despite a continued lion's share of the possession and a fair bit of control of the pill, it was in the final moments of the first half where (what is becoming a habitual) loss of concentration saw the opposition get a sniff at goal, overlapping down the left and slotting it past Giesh and halving the buffer as we went in at the whistle.
A rev from the gaff about conceding saw us back out for the second with a job ahead of us. Always a nuggety team, giving Warragul a sniff would prove to be our downfall. Despite the wind at our backs and a dominant first half display, the visitors began to work their way back into the match through some hard tackling and good ball use. Their moves were strating to flow and ours were starting to falter…
I will paraphrase the remainder of the match as, despite a fair bit of to and fro in the midfield, there were not a great deal of chances for either team that were put on target, or struck with enough venom to trouble either of the glove men. That is, of course, until their pacey midfielder snuck away from Doug and found a gap between the old bloke and the near post, leveling the match and providing the faithful with cause for great concern.
As if this was not enough, with minutes to go, an overlapping run down the left saw the ball put through to the (inexplicably) onside Warragul captain, who took a touch and lashed it past our despairing keeper just inside the far post to give them the chocolates to take on the long cart ride home.
Warragul obviously believe that if they are going to have to travel this far, they might as well bring their 'A' game. We should endeavour to do the same for a full 90 minutes against… well… Endeavour (in retrospect, that didn't come out quite as stirring as intended).
Final Score: 2 - 3 to Warragul.
(J Beamish 2)
DG
As day broke on a blustery Melbourne day, the lads from Warragul rose, wondered what the hell the were doing living all the way out there, then hitched up the wagons for the long pilgrimage to society. Jimmy, meanwhile, was putting in his nomination for the Doug Hurrell by poisoning himself with his own cooking. Not to be outdone, Doug decided that bringing the strip to the game was over-rated and thus put his own name down for his namesake award. Thanks guys, it's just not a presentation night without folk like you and a big thanks to the Jewitts who look to have almost sewn it up already.
Anyway, enough of the fun part of this report; on to the match. A chat before the match saw us acutely aware of the importance of the game ahead of us and with the wind in our face, we came out blazing. The pill was being moved from red foot to red foot with impunity and within 5 minutes, a gilt-edged opportunity fell to the feet of Jewy who cocked a leg and… slid it wide if the left upright, proving the visitors a reprieve. It would be short lived however, as within minutes, Jewy pounced on a defensive error, dispossessing the desperate sweeper and sending the pill into the path of the most talented Beamish ever to take the field for OSSC. Jonny duly slotted it away putting us one goal to the good.
The pressure continued to mount and despite the wind at their back and a few corners, Warragul were struggling to make an impact. Their backline, meanwhile was conspiring to cause them all sorts of bother and soon after the first calamity, a backpass saw a footrace between Mighty Muz and opposing glove cheat. As one would expect, Muz met the ball first, poking through to… you guessed it… Jonny Beamish, who tapped it into an open goal. 2 - 0 to the good and the ball at our feet, looking the business (apart from the severe corky that Muz incurred during the challenge, which resulted in his leaving the field). One would think this is more a recipe for success than disaster, but as the cruel hand of fate would have it, it was not.
Despite a continued lion's share of the possession and a fair bit of control of the pill, it was in the final moments of the first half where (what is becoming a habitual) loss of concentration saw the opposition get a sniff at goal, overlapping down the left and slotting it past Giesh and halving the buffer as we went in at the whistle.
A rev from the gaff about conceding saw us back out for the second with a job ahead of us. Always a nuggety team, giving Warragul a sniff would prove to be our downfall. Despite the wind at our backs and a dominant first half display, the visitors began to work their way back into the match through some hard tackling and good ball use. Their moves were strating to flow and ours were starting to falter…
I will paraphrase the remainder of the match as, despite a fair bit of to and fro in the midfield, there were not a great deal of chances for either team that were put on target, or struck with enough venom to trouble either of the glove men. That is, of course, until their pacey midfielder snuck away from Doug and found a gap between the old bloke and the near post, leveling the match and providing the faithful with cause for great concern.
As if this was not enough, with minutes to go, an overlapping run down the left saw the ball put through to the (inexplicably) onside Warragul captain, who took a touch and lashed it past our despairing keeper just inside the far post to give them the chocolates to take on the long cart ride home.
Warragul obviously believe that if they are going to have to travel this far, they might as well bring their 'A' game. We should endeavour to do the same for a full 90 minutes against… well… Endeavour (in retrospect, that didn't come out quite as stirring as intended).
Final Score: 2 - 3 to Warragul.
(J Beamish 2)
DG