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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.
SENIORS @ Mooroolbark
Round 20 - 22/08/2009
Round 20 - 22/08/2009
Match Report - Seniors 2009
EARLY CHANCES COST SCOTCH
Well, the day of the year had come once again. We donned our overalls, buckled up our suspenders, slotted a hayseed between our teeth and moseyed our way out to the foothills of the Dandenongs to 'enjoy' spending time with the dentally-challenged. Famous for it's... Ummm... The thing that... Ahhh... Wait a second... yeah, that's it... no sorry, that's Lilydale... Anyway, whatever it may be famous for (maybe naming it's football ground after someone's Nanna), we were off to Mooroolbark to take on the toothless masses (the vast majority of whom were propping up the sidelines as opposed to taking the pitch).
The line up was much the same as last week as the faithful took the field, which proved to be the standard Esther Park heavy pitch, tacky underfoot and unseasonably covered in grass (except for the bare strip right down the middle). From the outset, we hit our straps, moving the ball around with the fluid movement we know we are capable of.
Turned inside out, the M'bark defense didn't know if it was Arthur or... Esther... and soon the pressure began to show with Jonny breaking through the defense to find himself one on one only to have his shot well saved. Within minutes, a slick move saw Jewy slip inside the 18 yard box and chip the little number 1 only to see it come off the crossbar. Fortunately the pill feel to the feet of Jonny who (once again) managed to extract the best from their keeper. It would appear that our favourite little Leprechaun, Niall keeping the opposition in the game despite the goalkeeper 'rotation policy' their coach has recently instituted and which brought them a great result at Endeavour (obviously an idea he came up with in his annual 'dusting off' of his brain cell).
As fate, the fickle wench, would have it, after 35 minutes of opportunity-less football, the one chance that came the way of the bad guys saw us trailing. A piece of less-than-optimal defense decision making saw the ball find its' way into the middle of the pitch from the defensive baseline and bobble its' way out to the edge of 18 yard box, where the M'Bark right back closed his eyes, slung his leg out and miss-kicked it, through traffic and into the side netting. 0 - 1 down and we trudged into the sheds with an undeserved deficit, but fully aware that we had once again only played half of the half and that whilst there was 45 minutes to play, we were going to have to do a lot better if we wanted to reverse our fortunes.
The second half began much as the first did, plenty of attack and little reward. The most impressive thing on display seemed to be the limited vocabulary of the local supporters who were more than happy to gob off at anyone about anything throughout the match. There were very few opportunities materialising at either end and it seemed, for the vast majority of the second stanza that the ball would be marking time between defensive midfielders (with the odd defensive involvement for good measure).
As has happened time and time again this season, the attacks were falling apart in the final ball to our frustrated front two, who saw the ball only slightly more often than the underutilised hand bandits in either goal.
Key points in the second half (and worth remembering) were:
· Chris getting head butted directly in front of the referee by a disgruntled member of the opposition who has yet to master the art of finding inner peace...
· The coaches having red hot go at each other (once again) and the gaff being asked to leave the bench whilst the home team coach was allowed to remain. A curious decision which we can only put down to the referee having a soft spot for the disabled.
Despite the numerical advantage achieved due to Chris's unselfish sacrifice, we were still unable to press home the advantage and our ball movement became messier as the match progressed. It was another defensive blunder that saw the match closed out. We failed to clear a soft cross by M'Bark, which landed at the feet of one of their faithful who managed to miss hit it into the ground and thusly bobble it past Giesh and into the awaiting net. 0 - 2 in the 85th minute and it was all over bar the shouting (of which, plenty was done by the locals).
Another performance that was somewhat reminiscent of the previous week's effort (and we didn't get away with it this week). Good luck with the votes this week lads, I don't envy any of you.
Final Score: 0 - 2
DG
Well, the day of the year had come once again. We donned our overalls, buckled up our suspenders, slotted a hayseed between our teeth and moseyed our way out to the foothills of the Dandenongs to 'enjoy' spending time with the dentally-challenged. Famous for it's... Ummm... The thing that... Ahhh... Wait a second... yeah, that's it... no sorry, that's Lilydale... Anyway, whatever it may be famous for (maybe naming it's football ground after someone's Nanna), we were off to Mooroolbark to take on the toothless masses (the vast majority of whom were propping up the sidelines as opposed to taking the pitch).
The line up was much the same as last week as the faithful took the field, which proved to be the standard Esther Park heavy pitch, tacky underfoot and unseasonably covered in grass (except for the bare strip right down the middle). From the outset, we hit our straps, moving the ball around with the fluid movement we know we are capable of.
Turned inside out, the M'bark defense didn't know if it was Arthur or... Esther... and soon the pressure began to show with Jonny breaking through the defense to find himself one on one only to have his shot well saved. Within minutes, a slick move saw Jewy slip inside the 18 yard box and chip the little number 1 only to see it come off the crossbar. Fortunately the pill feel to the feet of Jonny who (once again) managed to extract the best from their keeper. It would appear that our favourite little Leprechaun, Niall keeping the opposition in the game despite the goalkeeper 'rotation policy' their coach has recently instituted and which brought them a great result at Endeavour (obviously an idea he came up with in his annual 'dusting off' of his brain cell).
As fate, the fickle wench, would have it, after 35 minutes of opportunity-less football, the one chance that came the way of the bad guys saw us trailing. A piece of less-than-optimal defense decision making saw the ball find its' way into the middle of the pitch from the defensive baseline and bobble its' way out to the edge of 18 yard box, where the M'Bark right back closed his eyes, slung his leg out and miss-kicked it, through traffic and into the side netting. 0 - 1 down and we trudged into the sheds with an undeserved deficit, but fully aware that we had once again only played half of the half and that whilst there was 45 minutes to play, we were going to have to do a lot better if we wanted to reverse our fortunes.
The second half began much as the first did, plenty of attack and little reward. The most impressive thing on display seemed to be the limited vocabulary of the local supporters who were more than happy to gob off at anyone about anything throughout the match. There were very few opportunities materialising at either end and it seemed, for the vast majority of the second stanza that the ball would be marking time between defensive midfielders (with the odd defensive involvement for good measure).
As has happened time and time again this season, the attacks were falling apart in the final ball to our frustrated front two, who saw the ball only slightly more often than the underutilised hand bandits in either goal.
Key points in the second half (and worth remembering) were:
· Chris getting head butted directly in front of the referee by a disgruntled member of the opposition who has yet to master the art of finding inner peace...
· The coaches having red hot go at each other (once again) and the gaff being asked to leave the bench whilst the home team coach was allowed to remain. A curious decision which we can only put down to the referee having a soft spot for the disabled.
Despite the numerical advantage achieved due to Chris's unselfish sacrifice, we were still unable to press home the advantage and our ball movement became messier as the match progressed. It was another defensive blunder that saw the match closed out. We failed to clear a soft cross by M'Bark, which landed at the feet of one of their faithful who managed to miss hit it into the ground and thusly bobble it past Giesh and into the awaiting net. 0 - 2 in the 85th minute and it was all over bar the shouting (of which, plenty was done by the locals).
Another performance that was somewhat reminiscent of the previous week's effort (and we didn't get away with it this week). Good luck with the votes this week lads, I don't envy any of you.
Final Score: 0 - 2
DG