McGlinchey’s Fairy Tale Finish
Michael McGlinchey enjoyed a fairy tale finale to his career, thus far we hope, with the Mariners with a winner in the furthest extremities of time added on. It was a thrilling end to a bizarre match; a match in which the Mariners started superbly, lost their way and invited Perth back into it, and then came home with a wet sail inspired by Marcos Flores. It was a match without malice that gave us a player sent off; a fairy tale that gave us two villains in the hapless Marcel Seip and the hopeless referee, Shaun Evans.
Phil Moss had promised a few surprises for this game in a bid to freshen the team up and he was as good as his word, bringing Duke and Anderson into the starting lineup, relegating Flores to the bench, and encouraging Sainsbury to push forward at every opportunity.
The Mariners opened superbly, moving the ball quickly and smoothly, looking confident in everything they did. Their one-touch and pass football was too good for Perth who could only stand and watch and it was no surprise when they opened the scoring in the eleventh minute.
Good build up play won a corner and when Perth failed to clear their lines it was left to Sainsbury to coolly tuck the ball beyond Vukovic. We sat back, expecting more goals, but so too did the Mariners.
After such a bright start they became untidy, carelessly giving away possession too many times for comfort, before lifting again as Sainsbury pushed the team forward. His forty metre cross field ball to Rose a real gem, although Rose then gave the ball away. In the 38th minute Reddy played a great ball out to Rose who won a throw, quickly taken, which caused panic in the Glory defence but McBreen’s shot was feeble. The Mariners approach play was promising but execution was letting them down.
Perth earned ironic applause in the 60th minute when they had a shot on goal but the match was to take on a bizarre twist, with both Seip and the referee taking centre stage. The Mariners should have been looking to the subs bench to give a lift to a side that was slowly losing its momentum but when Sainsbury went down hurt it was Seip who came on, which wasn’t in their plans, and then off, and then came on again, carrying with him the burden of a pedantic yellow card: booked for wanting to keep the game moving. What a stupid rule.
McBreen lifted the boredom, for by now this game was dying on its feet, by beating Vukovic but the goal was correctly disallowed for offside. Anderson went down with cramp and the Mariners brought on Flores, by default a Guus Hiddink type substitution. Or rather, they wanted to, but had to wait two minutes as the football officials jobsworthed their way through his substitution application papers. But what a difference he made!
Suddenly the Mariners were going forward with guile and invention, McGlinchey in particular welcoming his fellow entertainer as they both pulled out a dazzling array of magic tricks. Perth reminded us not to be blinded by the light when Harold came agonizing close with a header which beat Reddy, but also the post, before Sterjovski’s air swing in the penalty area let Perth off the hook.
Seip then showed all his cumulative years of experience in English football’s lower divisions with a clumsy foul to concede a needless penalty. Monty beat his fist together in anger at such unprofessional play. You have to question why Seip didn’t incur a yellow and therefore was lucky to be on the pitch. McGarry’s penalty was far too good for Reddy, far too good for any keeper on the planet, to be honest, and worthy reward for a determined display from the classy Scotsman.
The Mariners, affected by injuries and self-inflicted wounds appeared to have thrown the game and the referee wasn’t helping, refusing a blatant penalty offence by Cernak, who barreled into the back of McGlinchey, flattening the little genius in the penalty area.
The fiery Jacob Burns then somehow got himself a cut eye and a yellow card; McBreen missed a sitter after another air swing, this time from Flores; and Burns got a second yellow when trying to re-enter the game, and was sent off, the victim of over-officious officialdom.
The Mariners pressed forward but it seemed all too late until with five minutes added on, and time well beyond that, McGlinchey buried the winner after Rose’s headed effort had hit the post following more brilliance from Flores. Mossy jumped for joy, pumping his fists; McGlinchey was engulfed by elated team mates; and the crowd rose to applaud the win and the winner.
McGlinchey is my MoM, with interesting support from Sainsbury, and honest endeavour from Montgomery and McBreen. Isaka Cernak showed what a difference energy and drive can make to midfield for Perth, while McGarry was their best. Mossy can enjoy the win, but must wonder why the Mariners almost threw it away, and will approach the next game wondering how he will cope without McGlinchey, and who will be his centre backs.