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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 @ Fitzroy City
Round 18 - 8/08/2009
Round 18 - 8/08/2009
SCOTCH MAINTAINS HOODOO OVER FITZROY
It was a day of much nervousness. A restless nights sleep was followed by players forgetting where they had left their boots whilst preparing for the day. They fumbled with the zip on their kits bags and their appetites were somewhat diminished. Top lips trembled as friends and family asked who they would be playing on this fine footballing day. Yes my friends, the day come once again where Fitzroy were forced to face their arch nemesis; a team they had never beaten (despite a wage bill that would make BHP blush); it was time for them to face THE MIGHTY SCOTCH!
In stark contrast to the opposition's jittery start to the day, the boys that would be fronting them woke late, stretched and quietly went about the business of finding their ways home, leaving but a scent of victory behind for the young ladies they had met the previous night (all blokes currently with partners are excused from this line on the basis I choose not to get them in trouble and they were probably with their lovelies anyway).
As it turned out, it was indeed a wonderful day for the beautiful game and the lads turned out force to see the Reserves hand the opposition their own posteriors with a 10 - 2 drubbing (it was suggested in muted whispers, however, that if Mikey was in goal, the scoreline would have been even more in favour of the good guys). I would suggest that, despite their position on the ladder, there was certainly concern in the opposing camp given their inability to do any more than force a draw from us in the previous 3 encounters.
The match started spritely enough and, despite a very good showing in the previous week, we were struggling to retain the pill in the midfield and as a result, presenting Fitzroy with the opportunity to use the width to look to create opportunities. The end result of these attacks, however, all ended with our backline, marshalled by a resurgent Bondy in the sweeping role, catching them in an offside trap when not cutting off that final ball or forcing the pass back into the midfield. The end result being no danger of anything resulting in a shot on goal.
Despite this, we began to work our way into the match as it progressed and before long, the ebb and flow of the match began to... well... flow (and maybe ebb) in our favour, leading to a few of our own forays into enemy territory, ably lead by Captain Carrot and the Paddle Pop Lion (who was being given some serious attention by the opposition). All the cut and thrust, however, lead to nowt in the opening stanza and the Referee put whistle to lips to blow up the end of the first half with the lion's share of the action taking place either in the midfield or on Adam's head, which was rather pale as he brought it into the change rooms at half time with the rest of him.
There were some crisp words coming from the gaff as he politely explained to us that we were playing well below par and allowing the opposition far too much space and run in the midfield.
A rejuvenated team took the pitch for the second half and looked to take it to the opposition. Some early work saw the nugget spending decidedly more quality time on the opposition half which drew some sighs of relief from our beleaguered defense. We even had the opposition keeper thinking about having to save something on the odd occasion. It was, however, continuing to be an arm wrestle with the Fitzroy defense picking up where we ours left off.
Always looking to push forward and create the opportunities, the bad guys soon launched another forays into our defensive zone. It was not long until their tubby forward latched onto a pass, took a touch and turned to unleash a shot. In his indefatigable way Laz threw out a defensive leg, deflecting the pill towards the bottom corner and forcing our aging shot blocker to call on his flagging reflexes to get fingertips to it and send it around the post. Within minutes, another opportunity fell to the home team who forced Giesh to acrobatically tip one over the bar (many have said the save may have been made a little more theatrical than necessary, but who are we to take his moments of glory away from him?)
It seemed that the match was going to end as our previous encounter given both teams, desperate for the win were throwing everything they had into it. This was until the flying thunderbird stepped up. As our fearless Captain scythed his way through the opposition midfield, a well timed run by Pi saw him arriving a the top of the box to side foot the volley through traffic, past a stationary glove cheat and into the side netting. AND WHAT A WAY TO OPEN HIS ACCOUNT FOR THE SEASON!
1 - 0 to the goods guys and a look of desperation (mingled with a smattering of deja vu) began to cross opposition faces. Attackers started being thrown forward in an attempt to secure an equaliser and save the home team from the blushes of (once again) being dismantled by the men in Red and Royal. It was obvious that counter attack was going to be our greatest weapon in the closing minutes and sure enough, with 10 minutes to go Jewy found himself challenging the opposition keeper for a ball which spilled free. It would be worth noting now, that were it not for his size 18 feet, he would have calmly passed the prostrate keeper and calmly slotted the loose pill away. Jewy, however, does have size 20 feet and as such, concocted a way to trip over them, scramble back to them, then slide the waiting ball agonisingly close to the upright in his rush to avoid the tackles of the coming defenders (I will note that he did redeem himself soon after however through his tenacity in chasing his marker all the way down to our 18 yard box to block his shot).
As the final whistle blew, the crowd went into cardiac arrest at seeing their team once again go down to Scotch. On our side, there was much cheering and congratulating. Another great win to see us get our season back on the track we know it should be on. Ashy next week, the old foe. Underestimate them at our peril my friends, the green meanies have been playing some good football in recent weeks and have a lot to play for.
Final Score 1 - 0
(Pietro Cosenza)
DG
It was a day of much nervousness. A restless nights sleep was followed by players forgetting where they had left their boots whilst preparing for the day. They fumbled with the zip on their kits bags and their appetites were somewhat diminished. Top lips trembled as friends and family asked who they would be playing on this fine footballing day. Yes my friends, the day come once again where Fitzroy were forced to face their arch nemesis; a team they had never beaten (despite a wage bill that would make BHP blush); it was time for them to face THE MIGHTY SCOTCH!
In stark contrast to the opposition's jittery start to the day, the boys that would be fronting them woke late, stretched and quietly went about the business of finding their ways home, leaving but a scent of victory behind for the young ladies they had met the previous night (all blokes currently with partners are excused from this line on the basis I choose not to get them in trouble and they were probably with their lovelies anyway).
As it turned out, it was indeed a wonderful day for the beautiful game and the lads turned out force to see the Reserves hand the opposition their own posteriors with a 10 - 2 drubbing (it was suggested in muted whispers, however, that if Mikey was in goal, the scoreline would have been even more in favour of the good guys). I would suggest that, despite their position on the ladder, there was certainly concern in the opposing camp given their inability to do any more than force a draw from us in the previous 3 encounters.
The match started spritely enough and, despite a very good showing in the previous week, we were struggling to retain the pill in the midfield and as a result, presenting Fitzroy with the opportunity to use the width to look to create opportunities. The end result of these attacks, however, all ended with our backline, marshalled by a resurgent Bondy in the sweeping role, catching them in an offside trap when not cutting off that final ball or forcing the pass back into the midfield. The end result being no danger of anything resulting in a shot on goal.
Despite this, we began to work our way into the match as it progressed and before long, the ebb and flow of the match began to... well... flow (and maybe ebb) in our favour, leading to a few of our own forays into enemy territory, ably lead by Captain Carrot and the Paddle Pop Lion (who was being given some serious attention by the opposition). All the cut and thrust, however, lead to nowt in the opening stanza and the Referee put whistle to lips to blow up the end of the first half with the lion's share of the action taking place either in the midfield or on Adam's head, which was rather pale as he brought it into the change rooms at half time with the rest of him.
There were some crisp words coming from the gaff as he politely explained to us that we were playing well below par and allowing the opposition far too much space and run in the midfield.
A rejuvenated team took the pitch for the second half and looked to take it to the opposition. Some early work saw the nugget spending decidedly more quality time on the opposition half which drew some sighs of relief from our beleaguered defense. We even had the opposition keeper thinking about having to save something on the odd occasion. It was, however, continuing to be an arm wrestle with the Fitzroy defense picking up where we ours left off.
Always looking to push forward and create the opportunities, the bad guys soon launched another forays into our defensive zone. It was not long until their tubby forward latched onto a pass, took a touch and turned to unleash a shot. In his indefatigable way Laz threw out a defensive leg, deflecting the pill towards the bottom corner and forcing our aging shot blocker to call on his flagging reflexes to get fingertips to it and send it around the post. Within minutes, another opportunity fell to the home team who forced Giesh to acrobatically tip one over the bar (many have said the save may have been made a little more theatrical than necessary, but who are we to take his moments of glory away from him?)
It seemed that the match was going to end as our previous encounter given both teams, desperate for the win were throwing everything they had into it. This was until the flying thunderbird stepped up. As our fearless Captain scythed his way through the opposition midfield, a well timed run by Pi saw him arriving a the top of the box to side foot the volley through traffic, past a stationary glove cheat and into the side netting. AND WHAT A WAY TO OPEN HIS ACCOUNT FOR THE SEASON!
1 - 0 to the goods guys and a look of desperation (mingled with a smattering of deja vu) began to cross opposition faces. Attackers started being thrown forward in an attempt to secure an equaliser and save the home team from the blushes of (once again) being dismantled by the men in Red and Royal. It was obvious that counter attack was going to be our greatest weapon in the closing minutes and sure enough, with 10 minutes to go Jewy found himself challenging the opposition keeper for a ball which spilled free. It would be worth noting now, that were it not for his size 18 feet, he would have calmly passed the prostrate keeper and calmly slotted the loose pill away. Jewy, however, does have size 20 feet and as such, concocted a way to trip over them, scramble back to them, then slide the waiting ball agonisingly close to the upright in his rush to avoid the tackles of the coming defenders (I will note that he did redeem himself soon after however through his tenacity in chasing his marker all the way down to our 18 yard box to block his shot).
As the final whistle blew, the crowd went into cardiac arrest at seeing their team once again go down to Scotch. On our side, there was much cheering and congratulating. Another great win to see us get our season back on the track we know it should be on. Ashy next week, the old foe. Underestimate them at our peril my friends, the green meanies have been playing some good football in recent weeks and have a lot to play for.
Final Score 1 - 0
(Pietro Cosenza)
DG