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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 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.
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.
Match Report - Seniors 2009
SENIORS @ Old Camberwell
Round 6 - 09/05/2009
Round 6 - 09/05/2009
MISTAKES COST SCOTCH ANOTHER THREE POINTER
The dinge of the Melbourne winter cast a pallor over the day as the Old Scotch faithful went through their rigorous pre-game rituals. Jewie (now with girlfriend, knew where he was), so there was little to do. Doc made his new 'friend' an omelette whilst introducing himself and Dave spent the first half hour swearing at himself in the mirror for being such a stupid C(aptain) and getting suspended for 3 weeks.
We should have seen the weather as a portent for things to comes as we arrived at what was a serviceable pitch despite it being a geometrical oddity. Giesh went forward to take the toss (due to his Stephen Bradbury-like rise to the captaincy) and duly won it by waiting until the ref lifted his hand off the tossed coin and then calling what he saw. He duly set us to running downhill with a delicate breeze at our backs.
From the kick off it seemed as if the ball belonged to the Mighty Reds with fluid movement from front to back and some great overlapping runs by both Chris and Jimmy, the thing that seemed to missing though, was that last incisive ball that would open the door for the shot.
Pi and Jonny were being their normal industrious selves and creating headaches for the opposing defense unit with their darting runs and constant presenting, but were unable to find that inroad. Despite the lion's share of possession, things were looking tenuous for the faithful as attack after attack broke down until…
A magnificent overlapping run from the youngest of the Jewitt trilogy saw him rip a ball across the top of the six-yard box to an onrushing Laz (good to have you back) who stuck a firm shot across the OC keeper… who managed to catch it with a trailing toe and send it sailing away from the goal.
Apart from Marty going down like he had been shot after a challenge (and concern giving way to mirth as we discovered he had copped one in the jatz crackers), the excitement in the half was primarily limited to that one almost goal and the opposition having a one on one with Giesh. His gives us a moment for pause as we consider how the opposition ended up with this gilt-edged opportunity: this situation was brought on by the (apparently) uni-directional Steve Whatley slipping over his as he looked to change from a right turn into a left. Fortunately for everyone that matters, the man with the ball at his feet could only muster up a shot just above our glove man's head, which was successfully parried and cleared to safety.
With the end of the half being blown up by the quite competent referee, the Scotch boys trudged up the steps to the change room. Knowing that the game was still up for grabs and painfully aware that the game would be won by the team that made the least mistakes; we took the field for the second half and an up hill battle (literally).
As expected, the bad guys began to attack in the second stanza with their aging legs seeming to pick up a bit more steam on the downhill run (and as if in conspiracy, the wind began to pick up to assist them). Whilst we were far from being without the ball, any form of meaningful attack was becoming more difficult to come by. The killer punch however, was also missing for the bad guys and our man between the sticks was rarely troubled. That was, of course, until such time as Chris 'the animal' Jewitt decided to try his hand at defending. Finding himself inside the 18 yard box, he took a cross onto his chest and swiftly turned to dribble it… no wait… stop it… no wait… yes, leave it, just inside the 6 yard box for the OC striker to step up, thanks him for the opportunity and slap the ball into the net. 1 - 0 down and all the work ahead of us (fortunately our fearless captain was propping up the sideline and barracking vigorously).
Despite this scoreline and the motivation that should have come from it, we still struggled to mount anything that resembled a meaningful attack and the glove cheat at the opposing end was lazily picking off soft chips and the odd deflection that found its' way into his box. Meanwhile, the good guys were putting together some of the worst walls in the history of organized football. The first occurred as a free kick was awarded just outside the 18-yard box and as our folically challenged net minder attempted to get volunteers to form a wall, a cry from Snapey (yes, dear reader, Snapey) warned said hand bandit that a quick free kick was coming. The timely exclamation from one of our biggest fans gave Gieshy just enough time to spring to his left and get hands to the sharp incoming shot. As if this weren't enough, not 5 minutes later, the same attention to detail saw the opposition with another chance to take the free kick early. Fortunately, the shot was ineffective.
An OC corner soon after saw the ball swing in towards the back post it must have dipped and swerved a fair bit as it managed to miss everyone until it struck Jimmy in the leg, bounced off and sat invitingly in front of the substitute OC striker who duly poked it away for their second. 2 - 0 and looking a little bit dodgy now…
The remainder of the half saw the gaff throw players forward in an attempt to pull the goals back, this lead to holes opening up in the back and were they not so selfish and decided to pass as opposed to shooting every time, there may have been more goals on the OC side of the ledger. The only other highlight was Marty getting elbowed in the face, which should have resulted in a red for the offender, but all the ref could find was a yellow, leaving an angry little Martin with a swollen lip to match his testicles…
As was suggested prior to the match, the team that made the least mistakes won. Despite missing three key players, and not playing poorly, the unfortunate truth is that mistakes cost us and have handed us yet another disappointing result. Big challenge hosting Fitzroy next week.
DG
The dinge of the Melbourne winter cast a pallor over the day as the Old Scotch faithful went through their rigorous pre-game rituals. Jewie (now with girlfriend, knew where he was), so there was little to do. Doc made his new 'friend' an omelette whilst introducing himself and Dave spent the first half hour swearing at himself in the mirror for being such a stupid C(aptain) and getting suspended for 3 weeks.
We should have seen the weather as a portent for things to comes as we arrived at what was a serviceable pitch despite it being a geometrical oddity. Giesh went forward to take the toss (due to his Stephen Bradbury-like rise to the captaincy) and duly won it by waiting until the ref lifted his hand off the tossed coin and then calling what he saw. He duly set us to running downhill with a delicate breeze at our backs.
From the kick off it seemed as if the ball belonged to the Mighty Reds with fluid movement from front to back and some great overlapping runs by both Chris and Jimmy, the thing that seemed to missing though, was that last incisive ball that would open the door for the shot.
Pi and Jonny were being their normal industrious selves and creating headaches for the opposing defense unit with their darting runs and constant presenting, but were unable to find that inroad. Despite the lion's share of possession, things were looking tenuous for the faithful as attack after attack broke down until…
A magnificent overlapping run from the youngest of the Jewitt trilogy saw him rip a ball across the top of the six-yard box to an onrushing Laz (good to have you back) who stuck a firm shot across the OC keeper… who managed to catch it with a trailing toe and send it sailing away from the goal.
Apart from Marty going down like he had been shot after a challenge (and concern giving way to mirth as we discovered he had copped one in the jatz crackers), the excitement in the half was primarily limited to that one almost goal and the opposition having a one on one with Giesh. His gives us a moment for pause as we consider how the opposition ended up with this gilt-edged opportunity: this situation was brought on by the (apparently) uni-directional Steve Whatley slipping over his as he looked to change from a right turn into a left. Fortunately for everyone that matters, the man with the ball at his feet could only muster up a shot just above our glove man's head, which was successfully parried and cleared to safety.
With the end of the half being blown up by the quite competent referee, the Scotch boys trudged up the steps to the change room. Knowing that the game was still up for grabs and painfully aware that the game would be won by the team that made the least mistakes; we took the field for the second half and an up hill battle (literally).
As expected, the bad guys began to attack in the second stanza with their aging legs seeming to pick up a bit more steam on the downhill run (and as if in conspiracy, the wind began to pick up to assist them). Whilst we were far from being without the ball, any form of meaningful attack was becoming more difficult to come by. The killer punch however, was also missing for the bad guys and our man between the sticks was rarely troubled. That was, of course, until such time as Chris 'the animal' Jewitt decided to try his hand at defending. Finding himself inside the 18 yard box, he took a cross onto his chest and swiftly turned to dribble it… no wait… stop it… no wait… yes, leave it, just inside the 6 yard box for the OC striker to step up, thanks him for the opportunity and slap the ball into the net. 1 - 0 down and all the work ahead of us (fortunately our fearless captain was propping up the sideline and barracking vigorously).
Despite this scoreline and the motivation that should have come from it, we still struggled to mount anything that resembled a meaningful attack and the glove cheat at the opposing end was lazily picking off soft chips and the odd deflection that found its' way into his box. Meanwhile, the good guys were putting together some of the worst walls in the history of organized football. The first occurred as a free kick was awarded just outside the 18-yard box and as our folically challenged net minder attempted to get volunteers to form a wall, a cry from Snapey (yes, dear reader, Snapey) warned said hand bandit that a quick free kick was coming. The timely exclamation from one of our biggest fans gave Gieshy just enough time to spring to his left and get hands to the sharp incoming shot. As if this weren't enough, not 5 minutes later, the same attention to detail saw the opposition with another chance to take the free kick early. Fortunately, the shot was ineffective.
An OC corner soon after saw the ball swing in towards the back post it must have dipped and swerved a fair bit as it managed to miss everyone until it struck Jimmy in the leg, bounced off and sat invitingly in front of the substitute OC striker who duly poked it away for their second. 2 - 0 and looking a little bit dodgy now…
The remainder of the half saw the gaff throw players forward in an attempt to pull the goals back, this lead to holes opening up in the back and were they not so selfish and decided to pass as opposed to shooting every time, there may have been more goals on the OC side of the ledger. The only other highlight was Marty getting elbowed in the face, which should have resulted in a red for the offender, but all the ref could find was a yellow, leaving an angry little Martin with a swollen lip to match his testicles…
As was suggested prior to the match, the team that made the least mistakes won. Despite missing three key players, and not playing poorly, the unfortunate truth is that mistakes cost us and have handed us yet another disappointing result. Big challenge hosting Fitzroy next week.
DG