Hutcho Man
Hutcho Hutcho Man! One day on the Central Coast, if there is not one already, a Cargo Cult Religion will emerge in tribute to the great Mariner; and Phil Moss will be the first to pay homage. John Hutchinson’s last second equaliser not only saved the game for the Mariners but saved Moss’s sun baked skin. Moss had stuck by his bizarre theory that Josh Rose is a centre back and moved the returning Poscoliero to right back with Neill at left back. There was no sign of Kim or Mané with Vernes on the bench.
The Mariners made a shaky start; it took less than ten minutes for Melbourne City to take the lead. Ramsey was given acres of space down the left. Duganzic is quick, too quick for Anderson, and met perfectly with his head the perfect cross to guide the ball past Reddy.
It wasn’t the start the Mariners wanted, the defence again found wanting. Reddy then had to show his skill in the air with a great diving heard to clear his lines. The Mariners lifted, began to overcome the setback, and played positive football, calmly playing the ball out from defence, and led by the feisty Fitzgerald they took the game to City. Redmayne saved from Fitzgerald; Sim was unlucky not to get a touch on a dangerous cross and Fitzgerald was unlucky not to find Caceres after a brilliant run.
City though began to turn the screw, their pace creating all sorts of problems. The Mariners’ playing out from the back, which had looked so calm and assured, was being exposed. Neill, so confident going forward, was finding out that the veteran Damien Duff is a class act. On the half hour the Mariners were brutally exposed by Hoffman’s cross but Williams blew the chance and then Reddy finger tipped William’s fierce drive on to and over the bar as the defence gave the ball away.
As they went to the sheds at half time it had been City calling, and taking, all the shots.
The Mariners had a great chance to equalise when Duke’s sweeping pass put Sim one on one with Redmayne but his weaker right foot didn’t have the quality to beat Redmayne and it was an easy save. Rose then showed the folly of him at CB with a horrible sliced right foot clearance which fell to Melling but fortunately his shot had no power. City then made the Mariners pay when the giant Partaluu, the Brisbane Grand Final nemesis, muscled his way in to score the second with a header from a corner.
The Mariners were now on the rack. It seemed only a matter of time for City to score again as they constantly exposed the Mariners’ defence. Williams blew his second chance of the game and only Marino will know how he failed with two chances in two minutes. The Mariners looked gone for all money, Reddy the busiest man on the park.
Trifiro had replaced Montgomery on the hour with negligible effect; Vernes followed, coming on for the willing but limited Sim. With barely ten minutes left Trifiro brilliantly changed the complexion of the game. A free kick, retaken, curled over the defensive wall and beyond Redmayne into the corner of the net. Suddenly there was hope!
The flow of the game didn’t seem to change, the Mariners were still under the pump and then with just seconds left came the Hutcho moment. A moment to put alongside his two goals at Sydney; a moment to join his post match Newcastle interview into folklore; a moment that summed up the skill and spirit of the one man who so completely sums up what it is to be a Mariner.
A melee on the edge of City’s penalty area; the Mariners desperately trying to get a meaningful touch, and then Hutchinson with a sweetly timed right foot daisy cutter to the bottom corner of the net. There is a God! The Mariners fans, and what a good turnout in Melbourne, on their feet in elation. The players, belying any dressing room rumours of disharmony, in ecstasy as they hugged and leapt all over each other. Hutchinson sought out Moss for a meaningful man hug.
Houdini never explained his escape acts and I have no explanation for this. Outplayed for most of the game the Mariners frustrated City with this remarkable comeback. Perhaps this is the turning point for the season.
Reddy was our best, because he had to be, but I can only give the MoM to Hutchinson after that amazing finish.