Rd 23 Mariners V SCUM

[sydmariner]

Before he was cheese guy I knew him as "down to his duds" guy from 11/12

So then it's not the 1st time

 

[tsd]

Dear moss,

Please head to the nearest office works, buy a box of pens, use them to sign Bosnar and Trifiro for the next 2 seasons

You score against the jets... Contract...period

 

[gull]

Hutch was right up for the derby tonight. He was excellent.

Weird game, but we got the result we needed.

Surely the crowd figure is suss? I was thinking around 11 or 12k...

 

[gull]

Dear moss,

Please head to the nearest office works, buy a box of pens, use them to sign Bosnar and Trifiro for the next 2 seasons

You score against the jets... Contract...period

Yes Trifiro has looked excellent over last two weeks.

 

[Wombat]

Hutch was right up for the derby tonight. He was excellent.

Weird game, but we got the result we needed.

Surely the crowd figure is suss? I was thinking around 11 or 12k...

No......it looked spot on. Smallest crowd i can remember for a Scum game.

Sad that we left in so late in the season to play a game that will bring people back the next home game.

 

[tsd]

They pressed the entire game which made for a really odd game. Mariners still managed to play it out about half the time but had to clear the lines the other half. It did mean that when we created chances they were quite good ones, could have had a lot more...

Gee their squad is unbalanced! Playing a 433 with 3 strikers is crazy... Either Constant long balls looking for Heskey to pull down and lay off to sackwack or over the top for taggart to run on too. They only really played through the midfield if they intercepted or got a turnover. Must be really hard to be a Newcastle fan... Shit football but it's attacking so some credit for having a go

 

[Arnie]

Buzzing, simply buzzing, mossy had the best game of his career from his team choice to his use of subs. I thought we were losing our grip on the game and then he put Matty Simon on and we picked it up again. How much do I love a win. Woohoo.

 

[sydmariner]

They pressed the entire game which made for a really odd game. Mariners still managed to play it out about half the time but had to clear the lines the other half. It did mean that when we created chances they were quite good ones, could have had a lot more...

Gee their squad is unbalanced! Playing a 433 with 3 strikers is crazy... Either Constant long balls looking for Heskey to pull down and lay off to sackwack or over the top for taggart to run on too. They only really played through the midfield if they intercepted or got a turnover. Must be really hard to be a Newcastle fan... Shit football but it's attacking so some credit for having a go

Yes that's probebly why they all started leaving with 10 to go

 

[tsd]

Seips best game in RB, possibly best game in yellow

 

[Wombat]

I enjoyed that game and it was a good atmosphere.

Definitely one of our better performances although we did invite them back into the game but sitting far too deep for the middle part of the game.

We are starting to defend quite well now and Bosnar and Chesty are finally starting to play to the level required.

Reddy 8. Another great game. Recky told me a couple of morons sent back their memberships when they heard he had signed for another two years.....WTF....he has been outstanding this year and deserved to be resigned. If you have that much hate in your heart and are so hellbent on being stupid....f**k right off and go and support the Scummers where you will most certainly fit right in.
Siep 7.5. Good game.
Eddy. 8.5. Cracking game. Must be resigned for next season. Shouldn't have stolen Kim's free kick but apart from that excellent. Made Brigetti "the Header" look like a mug.
Ando 7.5. Starting to play a more dominant role now. Less posing and shouting and more intelligent reading of the game is paying dividends.
Rose 7.5. Top game.
Sterj. 8. Clearly buoyed by his MOM performance against the Japs. I have never seen Sterjovski cover so much ground. Quality assist for Bernie.
Bernie 6.5. Good finish and did some good things.
Kim 6.5. Showed quality in patches and got stuck in a few times.
Monty 8. Really enjoyed his efforts. A couple of wrong options but overall excellent. The run and shot was top drawer.
Hutcho 7.5. Good game. A real captains effort. Showed some good vision and forward passing was great. I won't mention the shot.
Duke 8. Great game. Touch was good tonight. Work rate was outstanding. Drag backs and turns were lovely. Showed good feet tonight.

Subs...well done Mossy.

Simon....lion hearted and turned the tide back in our favour.
Triffiro.......I rate this bloke. Definitely resign for next 2 years. Probably only the second time this year we have followed up and snared a tap in. (Bernie was the other).
Fitz.....great cameo.

mom
3pts Bosnar
2pts reddy
1pt. Sterj and Duke.

 

[VicMariner]

A derby win is good, but when they make clowns of themselves in the process it's gold.
Birighitti will be all over B-League and Santo, Sam and Ed.

 

[nebakke]

I'm increasingly left with the question of htf Triffiro didn't get a contract after trialling with WSW. Wife pointed out that they probably already had Ono and Mooy, which is true, but if this is how he always plays, he makes Mooy look like a donkey.
And...
Poor Fitz!kid couldn't bloody buy a goal right now, he works so hard for it too, it's almost heart breaking...

 

[dibo]

Unfortunately there were loads of pissed idiots in the bay tonight. There were some immediately behind me who were so pissed at the start of the game that they could barely keep a hold of their beer cups and kept on pouring it over their own shoes and it'd splash onto us.

They were relatively harmless; the guys yelling random shit in the middle of songs and otherwise just shouting abuse along the lines of "f**k off Newcastle you faggot c**ts" and "f**k off Heskey you black abbo c**t"* should've stayed home in their caves where they belong.

*I didn't hear this personally, my sister did and she pulled one of them up, and he said he was "just commenting on the game". Complete oxygen thief.

 

[Roy Law]

Matt Simon Lifts the Mariners to Safety

Through the dirt and the rain of this man made hell
Strode a giant of a man that the Mariners knew well
Grabbed a flagging team and gave out with a grunt
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there up front, big Matt
Big Bad Matt
Matt Simon *
​

It used to be said that when teams in the north east of England needed a player all they had to do was holler down the coalmines and up would come a strapping lump of a lad willing to give everything for the cause. That man today was Matt Simon who answered the call from Phil Moss and single handedly took the game away from Newcastle just when the Mariners seemed about to cave in.
Eddie Bosnar had got the team off to a superb start with a goal on 35 seconds; a free kick from distance that swerved a little, skidded a little, and confused Birghitti completely. The young glove man could only feebly touch the ball on its way into the net. Bosnar enjoyed every moment of the celebration as his team mates leapt all over him.
Bosnar featured again in the second goal just four minutes later; his cheeky inswinger from the right had Birghitti scrambling to save at his near post. Bernie Ibini gleefully turned the ball in to the back of the net after the Jets failed to clear the resultant corner to put the Mariners 2-0 ahead. Newcastle in those first fifteen minutes were almost invisible; their green strip blending in to the background of the pitch; their football equally unnoticeable.
But the toll of the third game in nine games was to tell on the Mariners sooner rather than later. Inspired by Zadkovich’s left foot drive, saved by Liam Reddy, the Jets dominated possession and pushed the Mariners back. They reduced the deficit on twenty minutes. It was just too easy as they opened up the Mariners down the right; Ibini all at sea with Brillante’s intelligent run. The cross deflected off Josh Rose to public enemy no.1, Joel Griffiths, who hit the ball home off the arms of Reddy.
It was all the Jets as the Mariners found themselves defending desperately for long periods. All hands were to the pump with Anderson and Bosnar refusing to buckle. Monty broke the siege with a clever pass to Duke but Duke’s hurried cross was way too strong and then Duke again, found superbly by Reddy, was muscled out of it as he tried to force his way through. The Mariners were lifting, playing some good football. Nick Montgomery was providing much needed bite in midfield; Kim Seung-yong was beginning to find space and make telling passes. Rose got free on the left, fed by Kim, to force a corner. The Mariners had steadied but would need to lift in the second half.
They didn’t; they started the second half horribly. The passing was poor, decision making even worse; the good news was that Newcastle was just as bad.
When Taggart’s clever pass put Carney through Reddy stood tall to force him wide. Reddy was defiant to everything the Jets could throw at him; Anderson and Bosnar remained outstanding in front of him but help was needed as the Jets continued to press forward.
Matt Simon answered the call: he walked tall on to the pitch and lifted the whole team on his broad shoulders and took the game to the Jets. Inspired by the big man the Mariners began to go forward. Except for Kim; like a petulant child in a supermarket he sat down on the floor, rubbed his leg and decided that he did not want to play anymore. Thank goodness the game ball didn’t belong to him. Glen Trefiro embraced the chance to come on and joined Simon in the attack and within moments forced a save from Birghitti; and then fed Simon for a shot also on target.
Reddy played his part with a thrilling save from Brillante’s long range shot. Fitzgerald replaced the disappointing Bernie and he also took the game to the Jets with his direct running and thought he had the game clinching third after flowing football gave him the chance but he was offside. He then got clear on the by line and kept a cool head but just could not find a team mate. It was the Mariners who were now looking the more likely.
Simon cleverly played in Duke but his cross was trashed by Trifiro at the far post. Heskey had a half chance, but put it over, and the band celebrated by marching and playing through the stands. Seip and Trifiro combined for a shot from Fitzgerald, palmed away by Birghitti. The Jets almost equalised but Anderson’s pressure forced Taggart to shoot wide.
And then Simon settled it with a bit of physical magic. Chasing a high ball, taking it on his chest, turning the aggressive Kew Jaliens, and making a chance out of nothing his hard low shot wasn’t held by Birghitti and Trifiro was on the spot to finish. Trifiro leapt with joy at his first ever A League goal, Simon celebrated a job done and Phil Moss almost jumped out of his suit in excitement.
The Mariners had to battle hard, really hard, today. They deserved the win for the sheer display of character, of a never say die attitude. Reddy, Anderson, Bosnar, Montgomery and Hutchinson all showed leadership when the chips were down. I think Anderson was the best on ground but for his inspirational lifting of his beloved Mariners I give my MoM to big Matty Simon.
*With acknowledgment to Big John, sung by Jimmy Dean, which topped the charts in 1961. A song telling the story of a man who gave everything to save his mates.

 

[eenfish]

I'm increasingly left with the question of htf Triffiro didn't get a contract after trialling with WSW. Wife pointed out that they probably already had Ono and Mooy, which is true, but if this is how he always plays, he makes Mooy look like a donkey.
And...
Poor Fitz!kid couldn't bloody buy a goal right now, he works so hard for it too, it's almost heart breaking...

I can see the limits of Trifiro. He likes getting stuck in and working for it, but we've got and have had many much better technical players. Kim's tekkers is probably what is keeping him in the 1st XI compared to Triffy. I'd try to keep him on, showing some real gusto, but he would find it very very hard pressed to get any time with McGlinchey and Flores back.

 

[MrCelery]

Matt Simon Lifts the Mariners to Safety

Through the dirt and the rain of this man made hell
Strode a giant of a man that the Mariners knew well
Grabbed a flagging team and gave out with a grunt
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there up front, big Matt
Big Bad Matt
Matt Simon *
​

It used to be said that when teams in the north east of England needed a player all they had to do was holler down the coalmines and up would come a strapping lump of a lad willing to give everything for the cause. That man today was Matt Simon who answered the call from Phil Moss and single handedly took the game away from Newcastle just when the Mariners seemed about to cave in.
Eddie Bosnar had got the team off to a superb start with a goal on 35 seconds; a free kick from distance that swerved a little, skidded a little, and confused Birghitti completely. The young glove man could only feebly touch the ball on its way into the net. Bosnar enjoyed every moment of the celebration as his team mates leapt all over him.
Bosnar featured again in the second goal just four minutes later; his cheeky inswinger from the right had Birghitti scrambling to save at his near post. Bernie Ibini gleefully turned the ball in to the back of the net after the Jets failed to clear the resultant corner to put the Mariners 2-0 ahead. Newcastle in those first fifteen minutes were almost invisible; their green strip blending in to the background of the pitch; their football equally unnoticeable.
But the toll of the third game in nine games was to tell on the Mariners sooner rather than later. Inspired by Zadkovich’s left foot drive, saved by Liam Reddy, the Jets dominated possession and pushed the Mariners back. They reduced the deficit on twenty minutes. It was just too easy as they opened up the Mariners down the right; Ibini all at sea with Brillante’s intelligent run. The cross deflected off Josh Rose to public enemy no.1, Joel Griffiths, who hit the ball home off the arms of Reddy.
It was all the Jets as the Mariners found themselves defending desperately for long periods. All hands were to the pump with Anderson and Bosnar refusing to buckle. Monty broke the siege with a clever pass to Duke but Duke’s hurried cross was way too strong and then Duke again, found superbly by Reddy, was muscled out of it as he tried to force his way through. The Mariners were lifting, playing some good football. Nick Montgomery was providing much needed bite in midfield; Kim Seung-yong was beginning to find space and make telling passes. Rose got free on the left, fed by Kim, to force a corner. The Mariners had steadied but would need to lift in the second half.
They didn’t; they started the second half horribly. The passing was poor, decision making even worse; the good news was that Newcastle was just as bad.
When Taggart’s clever pass put Carney through Reddy stood tall to force him wide. Reddy was defiant to everything the Jets could throw at him; Anderson and Bosnar remained outstanding in front of him but help was needed as the Jets continued to press forward.
Matt Simon answered the call: he walked tall on to the pitch and lifted the whole team on his broad shoulders and took the game to the Jets. Inspired by the big man the Mariners began to go forward. Except for Kim; like a petulant child in a supermarket he sat down on the floor, rubbed his leg and decided that he did not want to play anymore. Thank goodness the game ball didn’t belong to him. Glen Trefiro embraced the chance to come on and joined Simon in the attack and within moments forced a save from Birghitti; and then fed Simon for a shot also on target.
Reddy played his part with a thrilling save from Brillante’s long range shot. Fitzgerald replaced the disappointing Bernie and he also took the game to the Jets with his direct running and thought he had the game clinching third after flowing football gave him the chance but he was offside. He then got clear on the by line and kept a cool head but just could not find a team mate. It was the Mariners who were now looking the more likely.
Simon cleverly played in Duke but his cross was trashed by Trifiro at the far post. Heskey had a half chance, but put it over, and the band celebrated by marching and playing through the stands. Seip and Trifiro combined for a shot from Fitzgerald, palmed away by Birghitti. The Jets almost equalised but Anderson’s pressure forced Taggart to shoot wide.
And then Simon settled it with a bit of physical magic. Chasing a high ball, taking it on his chest, turning the aggressive Kew Jaliens, and making a chance out of nothing his hard low shot wasn’t held by Birghitti and Trifiro was on the spot to finish. Trifiro leapt with joy at his first ever A League goal, Simon celebrated a job done and Phil Moss almost jumped out of his suit in excitement.
The Mariners had to battle hard, really hard, today. They deserved the win for the sheer display of character, of a never say die attitude. Reddy, Anderson, Bosnar, Montgomery and Hutchinson all showed leadership when the chips were down. I think Anderson was the best on ground but for his inspirational lifting of his beloved Mariners I give my MoM to big Matty Simon.
*With acknowledgment to Big John, sung by Jimmy Dean, which topped the charts in 1961. A song telling the story of a man who gave everything to save his mates.

I agree with your summation Roy. There were plenty of heroes out there last night. But for me, Simon stood out as the game changer. Apart from the sandy hair he looked like Mark Viduka at his best. Back to the goal, holding up the ball, spraying telling passes, causing terror in the defence, always a nuisance, great ball control. That trap, turn and shot that set up the 3rd goal was fantastic. Welcome back Matty Simon!

 

[Brighty]

Loved it all... and sitting in the bay opposing the squadrunts was gold watching them cringe when the first went in... then the 2nd and it all went dead quiet. Made it even more so enjoyable was the banners from both active support.... ours with the "we'd rather be dead than live in Newcaslte" jibe, and theirs was something along the lines of "derby wins mean the most"(or something to that effect).... then watching them lose, epic fail to them!! haha AND, watching Hutch after the final whistle calmly go over towards their 'fans' and quietly giving it to them was priceless.... well played Hutcho, well played!!

Downer for the night was being spat at whilst sitting in my mates car under Baker St with the feral f*%$ers shouting obscene crap with kids around... and us with an 8yr old in the back seat. I can take the verbal crap, and love a good banter between opposing fans, but that's just absolutely disgusting. If I were 10+yrs younger when I used to react before I thought, the guy would've probably been laying on the ground out cold.

 

[midfielder]

Matt Simon Lifts the Mariners to Safety

Through the dirt and the rain of this man made hell
Strode a giant of a man that the Mariners knew well
Grabbed a flagging team and gave out with a grunt
And like a giant oak tree he just stood there up front, big Matt
Big Bad Matt
Matt Simon *
​

It used to be said that when teams in the north east of England needed a player all they had to do was holler down the coalmines and up would come a strapping lump of a lad willing to give everything for the cause. That man today was Matt Simon who answered the call from Phil Moss and single handedly took the game away from Newcastle just when the Mariners seemed about to cave in.
Eddie Bosnar had got the team off to a superb start with a goal on 35 seconds; a free kick from distance that swerved a little, skidded a little, and confused Birghitti completely. The young glove man could only feebly touch the ball on its way into the net. Bosnar enjoyed every moment of the celebration as his team mates leapt all over him.
Bosnar featured again in the second goal just four minutes later; his cheeky inswinger from the right had Birghitti scrambling to save at his near post. Bernie Ibini gleefully turned the ball in to the back of the net after the Jets failed to clear the resultant corner to put the Mariners 2-0 ahead. Newcastle in those first fifteen minutes were almost invisible; their green strip blending in to the background of the pitch; their football equally unnoticeable.
But the toll of the third game in nine games was to tell on the Mariners sooner rather than later. Inspired by Zadkovich’s left foot drive, saved by Liam Reddy, the Jets dominated possession and pushed the Mariners back. They reduced the deficit on twenty minutes. It was just too easy as they opened up the Mariners down the right; Ibini all at sea with Brillante’s intelligent run. The cross deflected off Josh Rose to public enemy no.1, Joel Griffiths, who hit the ball home off the arms of Reddy.
It was all the Jets as the Mariners found themselves defending desperately for long periods. All hands were to the pump with Anderson and Bosnar refusing to buckle. Monty broke the siege with a clever pass to Duke but Duke’s hurried cross was way too strong and then Duke again, found superbly by Reddy, was muscled out of it as he tried to force his way through. The Mariners were lifting, playing some good football. Nick Montgomery was providing much needed bite in midfield; Kim Seung-yong was beginning to find space and make telling passes. Rose got free on the left, fed by Kim, to force a corner. The Mariners had steadied but would need to lift in the second half.
They didn’t; they started the second half horribly. The passing was poor, decision making even worse; the good news was that Newcastle was just as bad.
When Taggart’s clever pass put Carney through Reddy stood tall to force him wide. Reddy was defiant to everything the Jets could throw at him; Anderson and Bosnar remained outstanding in front of him but help was needed as the Jets continued to press forward.
Matt Simon answered the call: he walked tall on to the pitch and lifted the whole team on his broad shoulders and took the game to the Jets. Inspired by the big man the Mariners began to go forward. Except for Kim; like a petulant child in a supermarket he sat down on the floor, rubbed his leg and decided that he did not want to play anymore. Thank goodness the game ball didn’t belong to him. Glen Trefiro embraced the chance to come on and joined Simon in the attack and within moments forced a save from Birghitti; and then fed Simon for a shot also on target.
Reddy played his part with a thrilling save from Brillante’s long range shot. Fitzgerald replaced the disappointing Bernie and he also took the game to the Jets with his direct running and thought he had the game clinching third after flowing football gave him the chance but he was offside. He then got clear on the by line and kept a cool head but just could not find a team mate. It was the Mariners who were now looking the more likely.
Simon cleverly played in Duke but his cross was trashed by Trifiro at the far post. Heskey had a half chance, but put it over, and the band celebrated by marching and playing through the stands. Seip and Trifiro combined for a shot from Fitzgerald, palmed away by Birghitti. The Jets almost equalised but Anderson’s pressure forced Taggart to shoot wide.
And then Simon settled it with a bit of physical magic. Chasing a high ball, taking it on his chest, turning the aggressive Kew Jaliens, and making a chance out of nothing his hard low shot wasn’t held by Birghitti and Trifiro was on the spot to finish. Trifiro leapt with joy at his first ever A League goal, Simon celebrated a job done and Phil Moss almost jumped out of his suit in excitement.
The Mariners had to battle hard, really hard, today. They deserved the win for the sheer display of character, of a never say die attitude. Reddy, Anderson, Bosnar, Montgomery and Hutchinson all showed leadership when the chips were down. I think Anderson was the best on ground but for his inspirational lifting of his beloved Mariners I give my MoM to big Matty Simon.
*With acknowledgment to Big John, sung by Jimmy Dean, which topped the charts in 1961. A song telling the story of a man who gave everything to save his mates.

Love your work Roy

 

[LFCMariners]

A great game with a fantastic result (obviously). The Jest played a lot better than what the scoreline indicates, from the 25th minute until Matty was subbed on I felt like we were only delaying the inevitable- an equaliser from their lot. The sign of a quality team is one who can come away from a tight, tense contest like that where the opposition has the upper hand for much of the game, and still get a win out of it.

That 'Your tears are delicious to us' two-stick in the Squadrunt bay was about 3 years too late. It would have been relevant and cutting back in 2012 but considering in the time since the GF loss to the Roar (depicted on the banner) we've won another Premiership, a Championship, qualified for the ACL finals and just beat the reigning J-League champs, it was a bit feeble and past its' used by date. Great to hear Hutcho went and got his own back at the end- anybody got footage?

Also, excellent effort from the Yellow Army. Perform like that every week and nobody can rubbish us. I only heard the Tetris theme 4 times, it was awesome to hear some older songs make a return as well! The tifo dispay at the beginning was a neat little retort to the Squadrunts effort the last time they came. Well in.

About the crowd- I suspect the true figure was undercut by a couple of thousand at least. Could Charlesworth be trying to ad further weight to his argument for relocating the team?...

 

[gull]

About the crowd- I suspect the true figure was undercut by a couple of thousand at least. Could Charlesworth be trying to ad further weight to his argument for relocating the team?...

My thoughts exactly. I though there were at least 10,000 based on previous games. Jests had around 2.5 bay's full as well which is around 1000.

Seems that something funny is going on with the figures, or were our previous crowd figures being inflated?