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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 and action
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.
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Match Report - Seniors 2009
SENIORS @ Warragul
Round 3 - 18/04/2009
Round 3 - 18/04/2009
LONG TRIP FOR A BAD DAY AT THE OFFICE
We packed our lunch and our overnight bags, loaded our kits into our respective cars and hit the road for one of the longer trips we would be undertaking this season. 180 minutes against this side last year yielded a grand total of 0 goals. We knew this match would not be a pushover, especially on the home side's massive pitch.
The kick off saw us take control of the pill early on and despite a couple of nervous moments as it found its' way into Giesh's area, there were no real opportunities to speak of for the bad guys. In the meantime, with pill at feet we rampaged up the pitch in search of the scoreline advantage.
The first half was starting to look suspiciously like previous games against Warragul, with us having all of the running, but lacking the killer punch. With the nugget at our toes, it would follow that we should score, but instead, we conspired to come painfully close on a number of occasions instead.
The first clear opportunity came from the foot of Chris who slid one through the keeper's legs onto the post, then, collected the rebound ball at an acute angle and put it firmly against the post once again. Certainly a difficult chance, but a chance all the same. The opportunities continued to flow for the good guys with Jewy marauding into the box, taking on and muscling through 3 defenders only to strike a firm shot straight at the keeper.
Blake was brought on for a tired looking T-Muz towards the end of the half and we continued to attack. Giesh was looking more like catching a cold than the ball at this stage and we soon were shown a vintage move see Chris firmly heading one straight into the keeper's bread basket.
A frustrating half to say the least and the talk saw a strident warning from the gaffer about the position we were in and the fact that the tenuous scoreline would not do despite our first half domination.
The second half saw us start off with a little less aggression than we showed in the first and the result was an opposition with a head of steam up having weathered the storm. A couple of crisp attacks from the home team saw the nugget find the heads of the attacking players at the back post. Fortunately for Scotch, the resultant nods were about as soft as Giesh had ever had the good humour to see and safely floated into his waiting mitts.
Our distribution continued to astound, with a preponderance of passes finding opposition feet and the remainder struggling to fall to our advantage. With the bad guys riding our lack of good fortune, they mounted as many attacks as they could muster. Eventually a crisp through ball found their striker slip in behind the Scotch defense. Pushed wide by Giesh coming out quick (or at least quick for Giesh), the oldest man on the pitch then had to scramble back to smother the shot. Tragedy struck on the ensuing corner, as the ball was floated in rather innocuously to the back post, it struck an errant Scotch hand. The man in black immediately placing his whistle to his lips and pointing to the penalty spot. After the standard remonstrations, the Warragul striker/right winger duly dispatched the penalty and made us pay for our wastefulness.
A number of other things did happen as the game progressed and due to some aggressive attacking play and sub-standard distribution (yet again - this time by the man in green), a second goal was scored. This is not, however, what I would like to dwell on. I would, in fact like to draw your attention, dear reader to the most pathetic theatrics ever seen in the Provisional Leagues. As the ball meandered it's way down the left wing, our esteemed elder statesman came out to collect the ball at his feet, just outside the box. Seeing the onrushing striker out of the corner of his eye, he passed the ball over the boundary line. At that moment the striker (Warragul Captain) dove in and cleaned him up. As is his wont, Gieshy immediately bounced up and strode over to discuss how impolite it was of him to challenge so late. Whilst this is not unusual, what followed was once of the worst pieces of sportsmanship I have seen in the leagues.
As our gloveman and the opposing captain (and I use the term loosely) faced off, the Warragul representative suddenly threw his hands to his face and his body to the ground with the intent of 'simulating' a headbutt from the Giesh. The astute referee threw the yellow card at him for the challenge, but failed to recognise the full extent of Fifa's law 12 where it states players should be cautioned for unsporting behavior in situations where he "attempts to deceive the referee by feigning injury or pretending to have been fouled (simulation)". As a result, he remained on the field despite the fact that he stripped the game of a little bit more dignity. Enough said.
Endeavour next week lads and there is no room for error. A must win game. Let's make sure that the next match report does not end this way.
The trip out was long & arduous, but the trip back was worse…
Final Score: 0-2
We packed our lunch and our overnight bags, loaded our kits into our respective cars and hit the road for one of the longer trips we would be undertaking this season. 180 minutes against this side last year yielded a grand total of 0 goals. We knew this match would not be a pushover, especially on the home side's massive pitch.
The kick off saw us take control of the pill early on and despite a couple of nervous moments as it found its' way into Giesh's area, there were no real opportunities to speak of for the bad guys. In the meantime, with pill at feet we rampaged up the pitch in search of the scoreline advantage.
The first half was starting to look suspiciously like previous games against Warragul, with us having all of the running, but lacking the killer punch. With the nugget at our toes, it would follow that we should score, but instead, we conspired to come painfully close on a number of occasions instead.
The first clear opportunity came from the foot of Chris who slid one through the keeper's legs onto the post, then, collected the rebound ball at an acute angle and put it firmly against the post once again. Certainly a difficult chance, but a chance all the same. The opportunities continued to flow for the good guys with Jewy marauding into the box, taking on and muscling through 3 defenders only to strike a firm shot straight at the keeper.
Blake was brought on for a tired looking T-Muz towards the end of the half and we continued to attack. Giesh was looking more like catching a cold than the ball at this stage and we soon were shown a vintage move see Chris firmly heading one straight into the keeper's bread basket.
A frustrating half to say the least and the talk saw a strident warning from the gaffer about the position we were in and the fact that the tenuous scoreline would not do despite our first half domination.
The second half saw us start off with a little less aggression than we showed in the first and the result was an opposition with a head of steam up having weathered the storm. A couple of crisp attacks from the home team saw the nugget find the heads of the attacking players at the back post. Fortunately for Scotch, the resultant nods were about as soft as Giesh had ever had the good humour to see and safely floated into his waiting mitts.
Our distribution continued to astound, with a preponderance of passes finding opposition feet and the remainder struggling to fall to our advantage. With the bad guys riding our lack of good fortune, they mounted as many attacks as they could muster. Eventually a crisp through ball found their striker slip in behind the Scotch defense. Pushed wide by Giesh coming out quick (or at least quick for Giesh), the oldest man on the pitch then had to scramble back to smother the shot. Tragedy struck on the ensuing corner, as the ball was floated in rather innocuously to the back post, it struck an errant Scotch hand. The man in black immediately placing his whistle to his lips and pointing to the penalty spot. After the standard remonstrations, the Warragul striker/right winger duly dispatched the penalty and made us pay for our wastefulness.
A number of other things did happen as the game progressed and due to some aggressive attacking play and sub-standard distribution (yet again - this time by the man in green), a second goal was scored. This is not, however, what I would like to dwell on. I would, in fact like to draw your attention, dear reader to the most pathetic theatrics ever seen in the Provisional Leagues. As the ball meandered it's way down the left wing, our esteemed elder statesman came out to collect the ball at his feet, just outside the box. Seeing the onrushing striker out of the corner of his eye, he passed the ball over the boundary line. At that moment the striker (Warragul Captain) dove in and cleaned him up. As is his wont, Gieshy immediately bounced up and strode over to discuss how impolite it was of him to challenge so late. Whilst this is not unusual, what followed was once of the worst pieces of sportsmanship I have seen in the leagues.
As our gloveman and the opposing captain (and I use the term loosely) faced off, the Warragul representative suddenly threw his hands to his face and his body to the ground with the intent of 'simulating' a headbutt from the Giesh. The astute referee threw the yellow card at him for the challenge, but failed to recognise the full extent of Fifa's law 12 where it states players should be cautioned for unsporting behavior in situations where he "attempts to deceive the referee by feigning injury or pretending to have been fouled (simulation)". As a result, he remained on the field despite the fact that he stripped the game of a little bit more dignity. Enough said.
Endeavour next week lads and there is no room for error. A must win game. Let's make sure that the next match report does not end this way.
The trip out was long & arduous, but the trip back was worse…
Final Score: 0-2
