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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
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 v Mooroolbark
Round 9 - 30/05/2009
Round 9 - 30/05/2009
Match Report - Seniors 2009
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STALEMATE AT THE FORTRESS WITH ANOTHER CLEAN SHEET
And the time had come once again this season - time to face up against Mooroolbark, a team that for some strange reason have decided that calling themselves 'Dogs' is a good idea (although we call ourselves with 'Old', so that might not be so strange after all…).
Anyway, enough of my musings about people's views on their own team's nicknames, on to the match! And what a match it was - sort of. The opposition, always a difficult team to beat, turned up to play (we could tell, because they got dressed in their strip and came out onto the field). With Davey and Fredy returning to the fold, we looked to build on a solid, but unspectacular start to the season.
The first half largely belonged to the Mighty Reds and despite a strong opposing breeze; we moved the ball smoothly through the midfield. Whilst the Scotchies did look the goods, once again, we were struggling to put that killer ball through to the forward duo and as such, barely troubled the pint-sized glove cheat in the Barkers goal.
In return, the opposition did very little in attack, with all efforts being broken down by the four-man brick wall of Fredy, Doug, Adam and Jimmy. The only real opportunity that came their way was from a corner and as their misfiring striker slung his size 11 up to shoulder height as the stalwart Ads threw his little noggin at it. What happened next can be best described as foot-meets-head-meets-ball and whilst the pill did go careening away in the appropriate defensive direction, Ads was left with a bump and a headache for his troubles (good on ya mate).
The half time break was too long, other than that nothing much to report really. It was pointed out that we were on top of the opposition, but would need to keep it up for at least another 45 minutes.
The pressure was re-applied from the opening whistle, but still to no avail. The match was looking very "midfieldish' at this stage and were it not for an interesting sideline diversion provided by the opposing coach, the spectators were in danger of seeing little real action. Fortunately, Dennis did step in and on one of the few occasions Mooroolbark did manage to loose a shot (which missed by a mile), he remonstrated mighty screaming out 'you xx lucky xx, you xx lucky xx' (insert words where 'x' appears - and go for gold, he did).
With the victory looking to be sliding away from us, Beamer took some decisive action and brought young Jonny on for the extra attacking impetus we were looking for. This came with immediate results and were it not for a sharp save by the impish number 1, we would have been a goal to the good within minutes. This was swiftly followed up with another attempt that blistered agonizingly wide of the upright and saving the scorer from troubling himself. This drew from the faithful a beautifully timed, synchronised repetition of his comments outlined above, aimed directly at the initial offender. Certainly the high point of the day!
With time running out on us, Pi found the ball at feet and broke free down the left and wellied a left footed bullet goalbound. In a display of terrible sportsmanship, the little leprechaun inexplicably threw himself in the air and put hand to ball sending it clear of what appeared to be a certain goal.
This seemed to take the wind out of our sails a little and the final 5 minutes was spent defending furiously as M'bark went on the attack for the first time that day. Whilst these efforts were broken down relatively swiftly, Giesh was called upon once to block a soft shot from 6 yards out (in a repeat of the previous week) and maintain scoreboard parity.
The final whistle blew and a hard fought match ended with a result that, in retrospect, few will say was unfair. We will have to start finding the net with a little more regularity to keep in touch with the top of the table though. Next match against OM, always a test. Be ready.
0 - 0
DG
And the time had come once again this season - time to face up against Mooroolbark, a team that for some strange reason have decided that calling themselves 'Dogs' is a good idea (although we call ourselves with 'Old', so that might not be so strange after all…).
Anyway, enough of my musings about people's views on their own team's nicknames, on to the match! And what a match it was - sort of. The opposition, always a difficult team to beat, turned up to play (we could tell, because they got dressed in their strip and came out onto the field). With Davey and Fredy returning to the fold, we looked to build on a solid, but unspectacular start to the season.
The first half largely belonged to the Mighty Reds and despite a strong opposing breeze; we moved the ball smoothly through the midfield. Whilst the Scotchies did look the goods, once again, we were struggling to put that killer ball through to the forward duo and as such, barely troubled the pint-sized glove cheat in the Barkers goal.
In return, the opposition did very little in attack, with all efforts being broken down by the four-man brick wall of Fredy, Doug, Adam and Jimmy. The only real opportunity that came their way was from a corner and as their misfiring striker slung his size 11 up to shoulder height as the stalwart Ads threw his little noggin at it. What happened next can be best described as foot-meets-head-meets-ball and whilst the pill did go careening away in the appropriate defensive direction, Ads was left with a bump and a headache for his troubles (good on ya mate).
The half time break was too long, other than that nothing much to report really. It was pointed out that we were on top of the opposition, but would need to keep it up for at least another 45 minutes.
The pressure was re-applied from the opening whistle, but still to no avail. The match was looking very "midfieldish' at this stage and were it not for an interesting sideline diversion provided by the opposing coach, the spectators were in danger of seeing little real action. Fortunately, Dennis did step in and on one of the few occasions Mooroolbark did manage to loose a shot (which missed by a mile), he remonstrated mighty screaming out 'you xx lucky xx, you xx lucky xx' (insert words where 'x' appears - and go for gold, he did).
With the victory looking to be sliding away from us, Beamer took some decisive action and brought young Jonny on for the extra attacking impetus we were looking for. This came with immediate results and were it not for a sharp save by the impish number 1, we would have been a goal to the good within minutes. This was swiftly followed up with another attempt that blistered agonizingly wide of the upright and saving the scorer from troubling himself. This drew from the faithful a beautifully timed, synchronised repetition of his comments outlined above, aimed directly at the initial offender. Certainly the high point of the day!
With time running out on us, Pi found the ball at feet and broke free down the left and wellied a left footed bullet goalbound. In a display of terrible sportsmanship, the little leprechaun inexplicably threw himself in the air and put hand to ball sending it clear of what appeared to be a certain goal.
This seemed to take the wind out of our sails a little and the final 5 minutes was spent defending furiously as M'bark went on the attack for the first time that day. Whilst these efforts were broken down relatively swiftly, Giesh was called upon once to block a soft shot from 6 yards out (in a repeat of the previous week) and maintain scoreboard parity.
The final whistle blew and a hard fought match ended with a result that, in retrospect, few will say was unfair. We will have to start finding the net with a little more regularity to keep in touch with the top of the table though. Next match against OM, always a test. Be ready.
0 - 0
DG