Sunday 17th August 2013, Central Park Malvern
Central Park 4 - Boroondara 1
Colours of Boroondara no match for Central Park purple patch.
The title of 'runner up' obviously didn't sit well with Mark 'Hendy' Henderson in the Golden Croc stakes, as the lad set about reminding all who cared to watch and listen just who is "da man" down at Burke Road.
The jet setting bound Scot signed off for the year in style with a tidy home town hat trick against a hapless Boroondara on Sunday.
Central Park didn't have it all their own way though, and a comical and ultimately disastrous screaming match that Jimmy Barnes and Mariah Carey would've been proud of, between Tim and Rowland will no doubt find it's way on the end of season highlights reel.
Confidence has soared down Malvern way of late, Central Park unbeaten in the last 2 outings and up against a real 'rocks or diamonds' Boroondara team. Throw in the return of old heads Steve, Rich and of course Hendy, suddenly the side's chances were boosted further.
A fiery and at times spiteful clash with Boroondara early in the year seemed like a world away, as Central Park went about making light work of the away team's lackluster showing.
Avenging a loss was one thing, doing it in style another, Central Park had no fewer than half a dozen shots on goal in the opening 10 minutes with only some solid goalkeeping things at nil all. That in itself was a minor miracle given the firepower Boroondara found themselves up again. Canonball Jones returned from a lengthy layoff to team up with man mountain Ed, whilst will-of-the-wisp (he'll love that) Tom and Tim C buzzed around and were a constant threat.
The onslaught continued, and the pressure became too great as Hendy fired in his first after a sweetly constructed sweeping 'set play' down the right wing.
Somehow, the men in purple went into the break on level terms..... oh alright, i'll walk you through the sodding equaliser then: So, an innocuous back pass drifted it's way between last defender (Rowland) and goalkeeper (yes, me) with, oh, i don't know maybe 10-15 seconds and about 40 metres between the nearest Boroondara player and the ball -
Rowland: "keeper!"
Tim: "backpass!"
Rowland (a little more panicked): "keeper!"
Tim N (even more panicked and spying the dopey Boroondara forward getting closer): "backpasssss!"
Rowland (as the ball was now in the penalty area): "it's yours!" (or something similar)
Tim: "No! i can't, it's yourssss!" (or something similar)
<insert speech bubble of Boroondara striker> "these two are f*cked!"
Rowland & Tim duet: "it's f*cking yourssssss!"
<Tim & Rowland now completely stationary staring at the ball>
Do i need to draw you a freaking diagram, that's right, the luckiest man in purple walked, not ran and slotted the ball into an unguarded net. The next round of screaming came courtesy of Steve Cresswell, but i'm told children read this from time to time, so i won't elaborate on the dialogue espoused.
Other than to say, it was a complete cock up of monumental proportions and cost Central Park the lead. Fortunately, Hendy was able to save the day, first for Boroondara in heading off the line an absolute sitter! Boroondara then used the wind to it's full advantage whipping in a free kick that was narrowly tipped over the bar by Tim in goals.
1-1 going into the second half, and still lots of work to be done. Richard Owen's afternoon ended early succumbing to a mysterious 'thigh injury' (*cough* the atrocious weather), as Central Park turned into Kansas. Stu held up the defense well, and needed to - as both the Loh brothers were feeling the rigours of a long season and sitting this this one out, along with Rod on childminding/orange peeling duties.
Feeling like eskimo's in an igloo, the lads disembarked from the safety of the dressing rooms, Rod leaving his infant daughter in charge of minding the guy's belongings. As the weather worsened, so did Boroondara's chances, Ed bettering Hendy's first half efforts in missing an absolute sitter from a Tim Charters corner.
Possession continued to be dominated by Ed and Nick, the bigger bodies out muscling all before them, in turn producing brilliant service to the likes of Hendy and Alex. Hendy once again found himself in open space, and after missing a couple of gimmes, this time summed up the situation and curled the ball around the advancing keeper and far post for the lead. 2-1
However where Central Park couldn't help themselves, Boroondara did it for them, Steve curled a corner into the difficult breeze and let the wind, as well as the Boroondara keeper, do the work as the poor sod knocked it into his own net. Of course Steve the damn cheat, was ever so quick to claim it (an Essendon supporter, interesting huh?).....
The game began to peter out, Central Park dominating all that counted, and the couple of Boroondara performers finding themselves largely friendless. Not even our 'favourite' referee (see previous blogs, several of them) could ruin our afternoon as his disinterest was validated with a long yawn. Petrakos kept up the enthusiasm with his trademark 'one - two' gallivanting and lung busting prancing down the left touchline as he linked up with Tom and Jeremy. Breathtaking stuff!
A tired goal kick went only as far as to Hendy's feet, who as quickly as he received it, beautifully fired it straight back into an open goal for Ranger's fourth and Hendy's third. Boroondara busted, pushed further into the quagmire that is the bottom of the table, and the game done. Another solid Central Park display
Best: Hendy
The Rest: Alex B, Nick, Ed, Alex P
one for the road.....
Central Park 4 - Boroondara 1
Colours of Boroondara no match for Central Park purple patch.
The title of 'runner up' obviously didn't sit well with Mark 'Hendy' Henderson in the Golden Croc stakes, as the lad set about reminding all who cared to watch and listen just who is "da man" down at Burke Road.
The jet setting bound Scot signed off for the year in style with a tidy home town hat trick against a hapless Boroondara on Sunday.
Central Park didn't have it all their own way though, and a comical and ultimately disastrous screaming match that Jimmy Barnes and Mariah Carey would've been proud of, between Tim and Rowland will no doubt find it's way on the end of season highlights reel.
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| (Unrelated to football yes, but you're not complaining are you?) |
Confidence has soared down Malvern way of late, Central Park unbeaten in the last 2 outings and up against a real 'rocks or diamonds' Boroondara team. Throw in the return of old heads Steve, Rich and of course Hendy, suddenly the side's chances were boosted further.
A fiery and at times spiteful clash with Boroondara early in the year seemed like a world away, as Central Park went about making light work of the away team's lackluster showing.
Avenging a loss was one thing, doing it in style another, Central Park had no fewer than half a dozen shots on goal in the opening 10 minutes with only some solid goalkeeping things at nil all. That in itself was a minor miracle given the firepower Boroondara found themselves up again. Canonball Jones returned from a lengthy layoff to team up with man mountain Ed, whilst will-of-the-wisp (he'll love that) Tom and Tim C buzzed around and were a constant threat.
The onslaught continued, and the pressure became too great as Hendy fired in his first after a sweetly constructed sweeping 'set play' down the right wing.
Somehow, the men in purple went into the break on level terms..... oh alright, i'll walk you through the sodding equaliser then: So, an innocuous back pass drifted it's way between last defender (Rowland) and goalkeeper (yes, me) with, oh, i don't know maybe 10-15 seconds and about 40 metres between the nearest Boroondara player and the ball -
Rowland: "keeper!"
Tim: "backpass!"
Rowland (a little more panicked): "keeper!"
Tim N (even more panicked and spying the dopey Boroondara forward getting closer): "backpasssss!"
Rowland (as the ball was now in the penalty area): "it's yours!" (or something similar)
Tim: "No! i can't, it's yourssss!" (or something similar)
<insert speech bubble of Boroondara striker> "these two are f*cked!"
Rowland & Tim duet: "it's f*cking yourssssss!"
<Tim & Rowland now completely stationary staring at the ball>
Do i need to draw you a freaking diagram, that's right, the luckiest man in purple walked, not ran and slotted the ball into an unguarded net. The next round of screaming came courtesy of Steve Cresswell, but i'm told children read this from time to time, so i won't elaborate on the dialogue espoused.
Other than to say, it was a complete cock up of monumental proportions and cost Central Park the lead. Fortunately, Hendy was able to save the day, first for Boroondara in heading off the line an absolute sitter! Boroondara then used the wind to it's full advantage whipping in a free kick that was narrowly tipped over the bar by Tim in goals.
1-1 going into the second half, and still lots of work to be done. Richard Owen's afternoon ended early succumbing to a mysterious 'thigh injury' (*cough* the atrocious weather), as Central Park turned into Kansas. Stu held up the defense well, and needed to - as both the Loh brothers were feeling the rigours of a long season and sitting this this one out, along with Rod on childminding/orange peeling duties.
Feeling like eskimo's in an igloo, the lads disembarked from the safety of the dressing rooms, Rod leaving his infant daughter in charge of minding the guy's belongings. As the weather worsened, so did Boroondara's chances, Ed bettering Hendy's first half efforts in missing an absolute sitter from a Tim Charters corner.
Possession continued to be dominated by Ed and Nick, the bigger bodies out muscling all before them, in turn producing brilliant service to the likes of Hendy and Alex. Hendy once again found himself in open space, and after missing a couple of gimmes, this time summed up the situation and curled the ball around the advancing keeper and far post for the lead. 2-1
However where Central Park couldn't help themselves, Boroondara did it for them, Steve curled a corner into the difficult breeze and let the wind, as well as the Boroondara keeper, do the work as the poor sod knocked it into his own net. Of course Steve the damn cheat, was ever so quick to claim it (an Essendon supporter, interesting huh?).....
The game began to peter out, Central Park dominating all that counted, and the couple of Boroondara performers finding themselves largely friendless. Not even our 'favourite' referee (see previous blogs, several of them) could ruin our afternoon as his disinterest was validated with a long yawn. Petrakos kept up the enthusiasm with his trademark 'one - two' gallivanting and lung busting prancing down the left touchline as he linked up with Tom and Jeremy. Breathtaking stuff!
A tired goal kick went only as far as to Hendy's feet, who as quickly as he received it, beautifully fired it straight back into an open goal for Ranger's fourth and Hendy's third. Boroondara busted, pushed further into the quagmire that is the bottom of the table, and the game done. Another solid Central Park display
Best: Hendy
The Rest: Alex B, Nick, Ed, Alex P
one for the road.....
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