Sunday 30th June 2013, Monash Uni Clayton
Monash Uni 2 - Central Park 0
As Gillard gets Shorten-ed, Rangers get schooled.
The timing of Central Park's return clash with Monash Uni was met with a glow of optimism by the Rangers lads. Surely, SURELY, Central Park's recent run of good form in facing a school holiday depleted Monash Uni would secure Rangers just their second win of the year.
Visits to this impressively manicured ground have produced mixed results over the years - largely owing to the cloak'n'dagger selection tactics that seem to be the go with scholastic sides. A tough way to produce a consistent side each week - but don't feel too sorry for them, this week's 'smattering' of bored and unemployed students formed a decent opponent.
Colin started with some uncharacteristic mongrel about about his game - spurred on by his angst levelled at Tim over having to do the oranges AND the team book all in one week.
Despite a couple of Central Park regulars missing, a win was very much attainable, Rangers started the better and things looked bright early.
The first foray behind enemy lines produced a Rangers corner. Unfortunately they were unable to get into a scoring position with Charters having an off day with the in-swingers. Clearly on a post honeymoon-hangover, Charters struggled to 'get it up' all day when it came to corners, however his performance couldn't be questioned when it came jinking runs, bouncing off defenders and 2nd and 3rd efforts.
Hendy did his usual bit in attracting several defenders, but much to the credit of the wispy Monash Uni right-back, Hendy was held well all day and regularly snuffed out when it came to the final touch.
With the sun proving hazardous, Central Park were caught out on several occasions - anything above shoulder height making life very bloody difficult for Rangers defense. But the lads held firm, Rod keeping order and playing the blustery conditions well in tandem with Ian, Rowland and Colin at the back.
Monash gradually crept into the game, some absolute brain fades from the Central Park lads giving the leg up and playing Monash back into the contest. This cranky and frustrated little number 1 lost count at how many times Rangers handed possession to a the opposition, who at times seemed to receive the freebies with an almost "really? what's the catch?" look of puzzlement on their fresh skinned faces.
It took more than a few go's at it, but eventually Monash were able to cash in some store credit. This week Ed would muscle in on Rowland's patch and be the one to iron out his opponent in the box. Resembling more of a surfy than a footballer, the Monash Uni live-wire centre forward converted from the spot.
Things then really took a nose-dive as gun midfielder Jungle George snapped his hamstring. A carpenter by day, he was left to be consoled by team medico Brian who wisely suggested: "you better get yourself an apprentice for the next couple of weeks son".
The opening 45 fizzled out to the hilarious and cowardly groans of a Monash Uni midfielder buckling over in agony from an errant kick to the agits - great stuff, and certainly one of the few things to have a laugh over - should i have enjoyed that enough to write about it?
As George, in frustration, ("i just wanna play f*cking footballllllllll!!!!) smashed up the dug-out at halftime, the boys reflected on what had been a truly woeful half, and the very real prospect of this match going down as a missed opportunity.
Colin in his moonboot bravely swaggered out for the second half, and yet another messy half played out as Rangers just couldn't get back into the game. Gaz and Hendy continued to pepper away at an impressive Monash Uni defense, which included, we're told, a professor/student parent who's visiting the 50's club this week! Many happy returns to you sir!
Alright enough of the syrup, we played sh*thouse and deserved to lose. Monash's one and only shot on goal in the second half was toe-poked past Tim for an ugly second and final goal. Frustrating stuff indeed, and a chance to get off the bottom of the ladder pissed up the wall.
The End.
Best: Ian
The Rest: Tim C, Ed, Jeremy
Monash Uni 2 - Central Park 0
As Gillard gets Shorten-ed, Rangers get schooled.
The timing of Central Park's return clash with Monash Uni was met with a glow of optimism by the Rangers lads. Surely, SURELY, Central Park's recent run of good form in facing a school holiday depleted Monash Uni would secure Rangers just their second win of the year.
Visits to this impressively manicured ground have produced mixed results over the years - largely owing to the cloak'n'dagger selection tactics that seem to be the go with scholastic sides. A tough way to produce a consistent side each week - but don't feel too sorry for them, this week's 'smattering' of bored and unemployed students formed a decent opponent.
Colin started with some uncharacteristic mongrel about about his game - spurred on by his angst levelled at Tim over having to do the oranges AND the team book all in one week.
Despite a couple of Central Park regulars missing, a win was very much attainable, Rangers started the better and things looked bright early.
The first foray behind enemy lines produced a Rangers corner. Unfortunately they were unable to get into a scoring position with Charters having an off day with the in-swingers. Clearly on a post honeymoon-hangover, Charters struggled to 'get it up' all day when it came to corners, however his performance couldn't be questioned when it came jinking runs, bouncing off defenders and 2nd and 3rd efforts.
Hendy did his usual bit in attracting several defenders, but much to the credit of the wispy Monash Uni right-back, Hendy was held well all day and regularly snuffed out when it came to the final touch.
With the sun proving hazardous, Central Park were caught out on several occasions - anything above shoulder height making life very bloody difficult for Rangers defense. But the lads held firm, Rod keeping order and playing the blustery conditions well in tandem with Ian, Rowland and Colin at the back.
Monash gradually crept into the game, some absolute brain fades from the Central Park lads giving the leg up and playing Monash back into the contest. This cranky and frustrated little number 1 lost count at how many times Rangers handed possession to a the opposition, who at times seemed to receive the freebies with an almost "really? what's the catch?" look of puzzlement on their fresh skinned faces.
It took more than a few go's at it, but eventually Monash were able to cash in some store credit. This week Ed would muscle in on Rowland's patch and be the one to iron out his opponent in the box. Resembling more of a surfy than a footballer, the Monash Uni live-wire centre forward converted from the spot.
Things then really took a nose-dive as gun midfielder Jungle George snapped his hamstring. A carpenter by day, he was left to be consoled by team medico Brian who wisely suggested: "you better get yourself an apprentice for the next couple of weeks son".
The opening 45 fizzled out to the hilarious and cowardly groans of a Monash Uni midfielder buckling over in agony from an errant kick to the agits - great stuff, and certainly one of the few things to have a laugh over - should i have enjoyed that enough to write about it?
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| (any excuse: I am just LOVING having discovered this video thingy.....) |
As George, in frustration, ("i just wanna play f*cking footballllllllll!!!!) smashed up the dug-out at halftime, the boys reflected on what had been a truly woeful half, and the very real prospect of this match going down as a missed opportunity.
Colin in his moonboot bravely swaggered out for the second half, and yet another messy half played out as Rangers just couldn't get back into the game. Gaz and Hendy continued to pepper away at an impressive Monash Uni defense, which included, we're told, a professor/student parent who's visiting the 50's club this week! Many happy returns to you sir!
Alright enough of the syrup, we played sh*thouse and deserved to lose. Monash's one and only shot on goal in the second half was toe-poked past Tim for an ugly second and final goal. Frustrating stuff indeed, and a chance to get off the bottom of the ladder pissed up the wall.
The End.
Best: Ian
The Rest: Tim C, Ed, Jeremy
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