Adelaide came to spoil the party but the Mariners greater will to win saw them take the vital three points. Adelaide lined up 4-5-1 with their back four hardly crossing the half way line and their middle five smothering the Mariners midfield, hoping to hit on the break. They were flattered by the early statistics: six shots to the Mariners none but in truth only one of those shots prompted Ryan into a meaningful save – a tip over the bar when Sutton and Patrick got their wires crossed and allowed Boogs a free header.
The Mariners were always trying to push the ball forward, to the feet of Sutton, Ibini and Amini, right at the heart of Adelaide’s strategy. It was bold and often came to nothing but the intent was there. McGlinchey was masterful in the first half, demanding the ball, not just out wide but centrally too, and inviting Bojic to attack down the right. An invitation that Bojic constantly spurned. I don’t know which was worse – his puppet-with-a-string-broken shank that had the crowd rolling in the aisles with laughter and frustration or when he compounded an awkward chance created by Bernie with an even more awkward attempt on goal.
Hutch was conservatively controlling the tempo at the back and it took a while for him and Boazanic to get in the game but when they did it sparked a series of raids down the left with Rose prominent. Hutch even shrugged off the years to gambol down the wing and beat two players before getting his cross in. As the half closed Adelaide were noticeably slowing and the Mariners were lifting gears.
Ryan was magnificent in the first half; absolutely in control of his penalty area and half of the field; like a night club bouncer on the door no-one from Adelaide was allowed in. One strong two-fisted punch away under pressure from Mullen was perfectly timed and executed.
Bojic may frustrate and bemuse but no defence can ever let down their guard against him: he shrugs off embarrassment and failure and just keeps going. Adelaide relaxed to their peril – a failure to clear, Bojic bundled his way through and Bernie accepted the gift with a neat header.
The Mariners were now playing like champions – relentless attacking play, plenty of skill, Bojic and Rose providing width and Amini chipping away. McGlinchey hit the post when his free kick fooled everyone; Bozanic had Galekovic going full length; Bojic sent a pile driver from the right. It was all Mariners and it seemed as if we must score again.
We didn’t and there were some heart stopping moments always tidied up by the calm classy Ryan. When Kwasnik recklessly gave away a free kick on the edge of the area and van Dyk’s free spiralled in the air Ryan diffused it with aplomb. When Wilko stuffed up Ryan tidied up. When another dangerous curling cross came in Ryan gathered safely with no regard for personal safety.
Kwasnik, Hearfield, and somewhat belatedly Rogic had all come on and Rogic almost broke through but for Galekovic to incur a yellow and the referee fussily stopping play when Rogic still had possession. And then somehow Adelaide blocked Patrick’s close range volley on the line.
The Mariners never stopped going forward in this game and thoroughly deserved the points; Adelaide got what they came for – nothing.
The Mariners, unsurprisingly let down by the Jets, are the masters of their own destiny: win in Welly and they take the Premier's Plate. With a nice practice match against Josh Kennedy's Grampus on Wednesday just to fine tune things