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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 Ashburton
Round 19 - 15/08/2009
Round 19 - 15/08/2009
SCOTCH PREVAILS IN ASH DERBY (AGAIN)
It was day my friends (I could tell, because I woke and it was light and there was light outside, although the more pedantic of those amongst us may argue that it was morning, but I say 'balls to you!') and I woke and looked outside to see the sun attempting to break through the thick Melbourne clouds. The weather forecast was good and a day of preparation for the 3pm start was ahead of us.
As I carbo-loaded for the coming match, it came to my attention that it was once again time to play the old foe, Ashy and I thought "it is good, for I can once again speak of the deeds of such men as Ben 'high pants' Jackson and Con 'Uncle Fester' Prountzos". As fate would have it though, none of the deeds will be spoken of as they were joining their oft-injured striker, James Clemson, on the sideline for this one. In doing so, I would suggest that they strongly contributed to the fielding of the least capable side I have seen take the field at this level. That being said, it was never going to be an easy match against a side who, as well as enjoying the stoush with the good guys, also are deep in a relegation battle.
As we prepared for the coming confrontation, the gaff prepared us with a few choice words about the need to knuckle down and produce some more of the magic we did last week against Fitzroy. It was incumbent on the group to continue the return to form we had been showing over the previous 3 weeks and the opportunity to put another nail into the Ashy coffin was beckoning.
We took the field and looked to our opposition, realising that we were going to have to look at what is, without a doubt, the ugliest strip in the FFV for the next 90 minute (or so). From the kick off, it became evident that, if we had popped the cork and played champagne football last week, this week, we were going to empty the goon bag on the field. Yes, it was ugly folks, I would like to talk to you of long flowing end-to-end plays and sweeping passing meeting the feet of onrushing strikers, however, it was anything but.
The first 20 minutes saw us moving the ball quite nicely and to feet, but without finding the gap to test the opposition keeper. It kind of went downhill from there as we reduced ourselves to the level of our opposition. There were loose men everywhere, pressure was non-existent and Red passed to Green as often as Green passed to Red. Neither of the keepers were tested in the half and the most exciting thing that happened in the half was the visible increase in Eamonn's blood pressure as he steamed about the less-than-acceptable standard of play.
As expected, Beamer (deservedly) released some pent-up rage as we entered the sheds for the break. Nothing he said was unexpected and no-one in the room thought that we deserved any better. A shocking half was had by all and we acknowledged the need to sharpen up quick-smart, or see this match frittered away and the possibility of the opposition nicking a win (dear god - no!)
I would like to say that we took the field with purpose and attacked the ball with vigour and intent for the remainder of the match and gave the enemy a lesson in how to play football, but that would be a load of old bollocks. What actually happened was that we took the field with a similar level of intent to the first half. Meandering our way across the pitch, stopping to pick up daisies and often lofting the ball to the head and chest of our strikers, leaving them little opportunity to turn and put anything meaningful on goal. When we weren't doing that, we gainfully passed the pill to the opposition because obviously all our Mums had asked us to share with the other kids that morning.
Given I have an infinite capacity for sarcasm, but do need to go to work, I will bring this to a rapid close. The deadlock was finally broken with about 20 minutes to go when down the left went Jimmy. As fate would have it, the nugget found its' way to his size 11s just inside the box and he proceeded to lash it goal wards. As the Ashy hand bandit moved to cover the shot, one of his 'helpful' defenders threw out a leg, getting a touch and sending it spinning over his head into the back of the old bag. 1 - 0 to the good guys and whilst fortuitous, certainly welcome.
As the Ashy coach rang in the changes to increase the forward pressure, the ball began to find its way towards their goal with a little more consistency. This pressure eventuated in a great opportunity for Muz, who found himself at the back post, 6 yards out with no-one to beat and the pill careening towards his pegs. In his eagerness to double the lead, he went for the first touch shot and was beaten by the HA bobble, which saw him guide it past the upright, leaving the scorer untroubled.
As far as excitement went, that was about it. The match then proceeded to peter out to the inevitable whistle, where we found ourselves more relieved it was over than excited for the win. As we cleaned up and retreated to the change rooms, there were sheepish grins and knowing nods as we all acknowledged we had dodged a bullet there. Nevertheless, a rousing chorus of the war cry was rendered and topped off with a sleight at the opposition in keeping with the intense local derby rivalry we have developed.
Final score 1 - 0
Scorer: Jimmy Jewitt (despite what the referee said)
DG
It was day my friends (I could tell, because I woke and it was light and there was light outside, although the more pedantic of those amongst us may argue that it was morning, but I say 'balls to you!') and I woke and looked outside to see the sun attempting to break through the thick Melbourne clouds. The weather forecast was good and a day of preparation for the 3pm start was ahead of us.
As I carbo-loaded for the coming match, it came to my attention that it was once again time to play the old foe, Ashy and I thought "it is good, for I can once again speak of the deeds of such men as Ben 'high pants' Jackson and Con 'Uncle Fester' Prountzos". As fate would have it though, none of the deeds will be spoken of as they were joining their oft-injured striker, James Clemson, on the sideline for this one. In doing so, I would suggest that they strongly contributed to the fielding of the least capable side I have seen take the field at this level. That being said, it was never going to be an easy match against a side who, as well as enjoying the stoush with the good guys, also are deep in a relegation battle.
As we prepared for the coming confrontation, the gaff prepared us with a few choice words about the need to knuckle down and produce some more of the magic we did last week against Fitzroy. It was incumbent on the group to continue the return to form we had been showing over the previous 3 weeks and the opportunity to put another nail into the Ashy coffin was beckoning.
We took the field and looked to our opposition, realising that we were going to have to look at what is, without a doubt, the ugliest strip in the FFV for the next 90 minute (or so). From the kick off, it became evident that, if we had popped the cork and played champagne football last week, this week, we were going to empty the goon bag on the field. Yes, it was ugly folks, I would like to talk to you of long flowing end-to-end plays and sweeping passing meeting the feet of onrushing strikers, however, it was anything but.
The first 20 minutes saw us moving the ball quite nicely and to feet, but without finding the gap to test the opposition keeper. It kind of went downhill from there as we reduced ourselves to the level of our opposition. There were loose men everywhere, pressure was non-existent and Red passed to Green as often as Green passed to Red. Neither of the keepers were tested in the half and the most exciting thing that happened in the half was the visible increase in Eamonn's blood pressure as he steamed about the less-than-acceptable standard of play.
As expected, Beamer (deservedly) released some pent-up rage as we entered the sheds for the break. Nothing he said was unexpected and no-one in the room thought that we deserved any better. A shocking half was had by all and we acknowledged the need to sharpen up quick-smart, or see this match frittered away and the possibility of the opposition nicking a win (dear god - no!)
I would like to say that we took the field with purpose and attacked the ball with vigour and intent for the remainder of the match and gave the enemy a lesson in how to play football, but that would be a load of old bollocks. What actually happened was that we took the field with a similar level of intent to the first half. Meandering our way across the pitch, stopping to pick up daisies and often lofting the ball to the head and chest of our strikers, leaving them little opportunity to turn and put anything meaningful on goal. When we weren't doing that, we gainfully passed the pill to the opposition because obviously all our Mums had asked us to share with the other kids that morning.
Given I have an infinite capacity for sarcasm, but do need to go to work, I will bring this to a rapid close. The deadlock was finally broken with about 20 minutes to go when down the left went Jimmy. As fate would have it, the nugget found its' way to his size 11s just inside the box and he proceeded to lash it goal wards. As the Ashy hand bandit moved to cover the shot, one of his 'helpful' defenders threw out a leg, getting a touch and sending it spinning over his head into the back of the old bag. 1 - 0 to the good guys and whilst fortuitous, certainly welcome.
As the Ashy coach rang in the changes to increase the forward pressure, the ball began to find its way towards their goal with a little more consistency. This pressure eventuated in a great opportunity for Muz, who found himself at the back post, 6 yards out with no-one to beat and the pill careening towards his pegs. In his eagerness to double the lead, he went for the first touch shot and was beaten by the HA bobble, which saw him guide it past the upright, leaving the scorer untroubled.
As far as excitement went, that was about it. The match then proceeded to peter out to the inevitable whistle, where we found ourselves more relieved it was over than excited for the win. As we cleaned up and retreated to the change rooms, there were sheepish grins and knowing nods as we all acknowledged we had dodged a bullet there. Nevertheless, a rousing chorus of the war cry was rendered and topped off with a sleight at the opposition in keeping with the intense local derby rivalry we have developed.
Final score 1 - 0
Scorer: Jimmy Jewitt (despite what the referee said)
DG