Sunday 11th August 2013, Central Park Malvern
Central Park 3 - South Yarra 0
Worm turns on more than just Election debate.
As Abbott & Rudd prepared to out manoeuvre one another in a rather beige televised chat about leaky boats, Central Park warmed all up and showed both parties how it's done in their comprehensive demolition of South Yarra.
In one of the biggest boil overs of the season, a red letter day ensued as Rangers took apart the might of the Yarra for the first time in club history.
With the very real possibility of the game being washed out, the lads worked around the clock in getting the pitch into a playable state. In the space of a week, the goal mouth bog had become more like a well, as Tom Davies put in the hard yards in attempting to irrigate the mess with a reluctant broom.
New faces aplenty, nearly as many as the Yarra in fact who seem to have their own birthing wing at the nearby Alfred. Though known for their revolving door of British pack backers, the footballing mole assured us that our timing wasn't great, for the Yarra were fielding 'several' Saturday players from the glittering Provisional League. This didn't bode well, given the 6 nil touch up dish out Rangers way last meeting sans Yarra superstars.
The new look South Yarra was responded to with a new look Central Park when it came to desire and commitment. Central Park raced out of the blocks showing no respect to the much more fancied opponent and clearly the element of surprise had South Yarra on the back foot early. Having won the toss and taking full advantage of a sub-arctic gale, it was South Yarra who most would assume be the more dominant side. In a convenient twist though, the difficult conditions forced Central Park to play short direct balls on the deck, an adopted game plan that seemed to suit the lads perfectly and set the tone for the afternoon.
The Rangers shape was good, excellent actually, as South Yarra typically tried to bend it's formation to their liking with long through balls and flanking runs. But the lads wouldn't have a bar of it, Ian keeping close tabs on the away side's resident Yardy who threatened with his pace nearly as much as his menacing studs up-take no prisoners attack on anything with a pulse. Not a flinch could be seen though as Rod and Rowland coolly shifted the ball out of defense courtesy of an impressive Rangers midfield who did their bit in tracking back when needed to provide a passing option out of trouble.
Like a matching pair of Malvernite mansion escapee terriers, Ben and Tom hounded the Yarra defense in search of the ball. The pressure was tremendous, and it wasn't long before the likes of usual suspects Tim Charters, Flynny and Petrekis were dining out on the subsequent turn-overs. Charters was having trouble getting the required purchase to genuinely threaten on the corners, but the writing was on the wall for South Yarra - a win here was going to require their best effort.
An 11th hour inclusion, Tim in goals dropped the Voltarin and mummified his sore thumb before somehow squeezing his hand into the glove, and was on regular alert, snuffing out even half chances and keeping the talk up at the back.
The Yardy made his intentions clear, unrealistically lumbering after a through ball and throwing a boot out in the direction of Tim sliding in cover. A nasty collision left Tim clutching at his arm nearly as obviously as he was giving the referee a verbal spray for ignoring the cheap shot.
Ed and Petrakos were taking full aerial advantage of some decent goal kicks that were illogically finding distance despite nature's fans being on full throttle. With this kind of determination, it wasn't long before Rangers had the lead. Alex B, in a real purple patch of late, ran rings around a couple of also-rans and drilled the opener. Another step toward his maiden Golden Croc.
I'm not sure who was more shocked at how the game was unfolding, us or them, but Flynny couldn't give a shit either way (Flynny do you even keep score or know who were playing against?). Arriving dressed as though he'd just completed a Himalayan jungle expedition, Flynny parked the Red Barron on Wattletree Rd, slipped into some Rangers day attire and helped himself to Central Park's second. "What's all the fuss?" he'd later be overheard quizzing.
South Yarra were pissed, like i mean really pissed man.... and savagely pushed in the final 10 for a score. A moments madness from Tim in goals was rescued by Ian on the last line, and that's as close as the Yarra would get.
Kars and Brian were proving excellent backup and run off the bench, Brian keeping the Yarra sweeper on his toes, and Kars providing a critical blanket job on the South Yarra's lines turned twinkle-toed winger.
Chances fell to South Yarra as the second half wore on, but the Rangers lads were equal to the challenge. Tim returned the favor to Ian, who's disastrous miss-kick from the mud brought the best of the Rangers number 1 who pounced on the feet of a closing Yarra striker.
But for all of the might South Yarra threw at Central Park, the lads managed to grow a leg and harden further. There were cold Peroni's staring at us from the sideline, and the Rangers lads intended on downing them to the tune of embellished post match war stories.
Then the moment came, an opportunity to put the Yarra to the sword for good. The lads don't win nearly as many penalties as they concede (do they Rowland?). And perhaps penalty taking practice could be added to our already 'brimming' training schedule. Actually to their keepers credit, he saved magnificently from a well placed Ed shot, keeping South Yarra's ever so faint heartbeat murmuring along.
Nobody had forgotten the feeling of last week's capitulation again Bayside, and nor did the lads wish to experience such a fade out. So the question was rhetorically asked - "would last weeks bitters turn to this week's jitters?"
If the script said so, then someone forgot to tell the Charters and Loh families, who fielded the a fair chunk of the side thanks to the very handy inclusion of little brother Jules Charters. Tim C had invited the lad down for a boys weekend from his native Sydney for a bit of a R&R. Jules mightn't be so keen next time, especially if Tim keeps bullshitting to him about playing for an unbeatable Premier League side in between pints.
South Yarra had thrown everything at the home side and come up with duck eggs, and instead turned to berate each other. Meanwhile Tim in goals and Alex B decided to adopt the Blackburn Rovers circa 1995 title winning long ball game, and help themselves to a 3rd. Alex chasing down a wind assisted kick out and nailing his second to round out a solid days work.
A 3 nil flogging against a very highly regarded side. A fine way to get off the bottom of the ladder, as a no doubt nervous Boroondara prepare to face an ever improving Central Park.
P.S. The tupperware has been found!
Best: Alex B/Tim C/Rod
The Rest: Best team effort of the year me thinks!
Christy Brown: Mr. Senneck, step up please sir!
Central Park 3 - South Yarra 0
Worm turns on more than just Election debate.
As Abbott & Rudd prepared to out manoeuvre one another in a rather beige televised chat about leaky boats, Central Park warmed all up and showed both parties how it's done in their comprehensive demolition of South Yarra.
In one of the biggest boil overs of the season, a red letter day ensued as Rangers took apart the might of the Yarra for the first time in club history.
With the very real possibility of the game being washed out, the lads worked around the clock in getting the pitch into a playable state. In the space of a week, the goal mouth bog had become more like a well, as Tom Davies put in the hard yards in attempting to irrigate the mess with a reluctant broom.
New faces aplenty, nearly as many as the Yarra in fact who seem to have their own birthing wing at the nearby Alfred. Though known for their revolving door of British pack backers, the footballing mole assured us that our timing wasn't great, for the Yarra were fielding 'several' Saturday players from the glittering Provisional League. This didn't bode well, given the 6 nil touch up dish out Rangers way last meeting sans Yarra superstars.
The new look South Yarra was responded to with a new look Central Park when it came to desire and commitment. Central Park raced out of the blocks showing no respect to the much more fancied opponent and clearly the element of surprise had South Yarra on the back foot early. Having won the toss and taking full advantage of a sub-arctic gale, it was South Yarra who most would assume be the more dominant side. In a convenient twist though, the difficult conditions forced Central Park to play short direct balls on the deck, an adopted game plan that seemed to suit the lads perfectly and set the tone for the afternoon.
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| (Clockwork: An artist's impression of Central Park on Sunday) |
The Rangers shape was good, excellent actually, as South Yarra typically tried to bend it's formation to their liking with long through balls and flanking runs. But the lads wouldn't have a bar of it, Ian keeping close tabs on the away side's resident Yardy who threatened with his pace nearly as much as his menacing studs up-take no prisoners attack on anything with a pulse. Not a flinch could be seen though as Rod and Rowland coolly shifted the ball out of defense courtesy of an impressive Rangers midfield who did their bit in tracking back when needed to provide a passing option out of trouble.
Like a matching pair of Malvernite mansion escapee terriers, Ben and Tom hounded the Yarra defense in search of the ball. The pressure was tremendous, and it wasn't long before the likes of usual suspects Tim Charters, Flynny and Petrekis were dining out on the subsequent turn-overs. Charters was having trouble getting the required purchase to genuinely threaten on the corners, but the writing was on the wall for South Yarra - a win here was going to require their best effort.
An 11th hour inclusion, Tim in goals dropped the Voltarin and mummified his sore thumb before somehow squeezing his hand into the glove, and was on regular alert, snuffing out even half chances and keeping the talk up at the back.
The Yardy made his intentions clear, unrealistically lumbering after a through ball and throwing a boot out in the direction of Tim sliding in cover. A nasty collision left Tim clutching at his arm nearly as obviously as he was giving the referee a verbal spray for ignoring the cheap shot.
Ed and Petrakos were taking full aerial advantage of some decent goal kicks that were illogically finding distance despite nature's fans being on full throttle. With this kind of determination, it wasn't long before Rangers had the lead. Alex B, in a real purple patch of late, ran rings around a couple of also-rans and drilled the opener. Another step toward his maiden Golden Croc.
I'm not sure who was more shocked at how the game was unfolding, us or them, but Flynny couldn't give a shit either way (Flynny do you even keep score or know who were playing against?). Arriving dressed as though he'd just completed a Himalayan jungle expedition, Flynny parked the Red Barron on Wattletree Rd, slipped into some Rangers day attire and helped himself to Central Park's second. "What's all the fuss?" he'd later be overheard quizzing.
South Yarra were pissed, like i mean really pissed man.... and savagely pushed in the final 10 for a score. A moments madness from Tim in goals was rescued by Ian on the last line, and that's as close as the Yarra would get.
Kars and Brian were proving excellent backup and run off the bench, Brian keeping the Yarra sweeper on his toes, and Kars providing a critical blanket job on the South Yarra's lines turned twinkle-toed winger.
Chances fell to South Yarra as the second half wore on, but the Rangers lads were equal to the challenge. Tim returned the favor to Ian, who's disastrous miss-kick from the mud brought the best of the Rangers number 1 who pounced on the feet of a closing Yarra striker.
But for all of the might South Yarra threw at Central Park, the lads managed to grow a leg and harden further. There were cold Peroni's staring at us from the sideline, and the Rangers lads intended on downing them to the tune of embellished post match war stories.
Then the moment came, an opportunity to put the Yarra to the sword for good. The lads don't win nearly as many penalties as they concede (do they Rowland?). And perhaps penalty taking practice could be added to our already 'brimming' training schedule. Actually to their keepers credit, he saved magnificently from a well placed Ed shot, keeping South Yarra's ever so faint heartbeat murmuring along.
Nobody had forgotten the feeling of last week's capitulation again Bayside, and nor did the lads wish to experience such a fade out. So the question was rhetorically asked - "would last weeks bitters turn to this week's jitters?"
If the script said so, then someone forgot to tell the Charters and Loh families, who fielded the a fair chunk of the side thanks to the very handy inclusion of little brother Jules Charters. Tim C had invited the lad down for a boys weekend from his native Sydney for a bit of a R&R. Jules mightn't be so keen next time, especially if Tim keeps bullshitting to him about playing for an unbeatable Premier League side in between pints.
South Yarra had thrown everything at the home side and come up with duck eggs, and instead turned to berate each other. Meanwhile Tim in goals and Alex B decided to adopt the Blackburn Rovers circa 1995 title winning long ball game, and help themselves to a 3rd. Alex chasing down a wind assisted kick out and nailing his second to round out a solid days work.
A 3 nil flogging against a very highly regarded side. A fine way to get off the bottom of the ladder, as a no doubt nervous Boroondara prepare to face an ever improving Central Park.
P.S. The tupperware has been found!
Best: Alex B/Tim C/Rod
The Rest: Best team effort of the year me thinks!
Christy Brown: Mr. Senneck, step up please sir!
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