Matt Hawyes

Aug 282014

Wednesday, 20th March 2014 saw the ‘Glamour’ side of the Uni Whites take on the might of Mercedes under the ‘lights’ at the University Oval. Mercedes, champions elect, had swept all before them this season by putting together a thirteen game winning streak. Their aim was to go the whole season unbeaten and ultimately victorious in all league games. They wanted the ‘Invincible’ tag to accompany the silver wear.

Standing in their way were the ‘Glamour’ who had aspirations of finishing in the top two. With the lights beaming down on the Metro pitch the stage was set for a titanic tussle.

‘Hot Fuzz’ had prepared meticulously for the game and bolstered what is possibly the strongest C team (to date) with the experience and cunning of Crab and the addition of two thirds of the now defunct DJ / dance act Swedish House Mafia (Sven and mini Sven). The boys were all fired up pre-game and it showed in the warm up with a level of intensity not seen this season so far.

A final team huddle and words of encouragement from Hot Fuzz, then Crab stepped forward to address the White ranks. Crab’s words (similar to that of the great Winston Churchill) helped settle what nerves there were and provided the boys with that final inspirational lift. Crab had a glint in his eyes and a steely look of determination on his face. The old boy was back where he belonged, in a white shirt ready to mix it with the best the League could offer.  Cometh the hour cometh the Crab.

With the crowd having swelled to a record breaking ten or so people (a league record for a C team night game) the ‘Glamour’ went to work. The pace was frenetic, tackles flew in.  The Whites harassed and harried each and every player in a green shirt. Within thirty seconds Crab sent Mini Sven away down the right with a telling through ball.

Mini Sven sent over a cracker of a cross and there was Rob arriving at the back post. Out jumping the Mercedes defenders Rob powered a header back across the keeper and towards the bottom right hand corner. It had goal written all over it until the Mercedes keeper flung himself away to his left and clawed the ball to safety.

The ‘Glamour’ continued to pressure Mercedes at every given opportunity. Mercedes responded by upping the levels of physicality and the Whites simply matched it, then bettered it. Every 50/50 ball was contested as if (the ‘Glamour’s’) lives depended on it. In response to the physicality Mercedes began to moan and whine. Bres (from the side lines) bettered the moaning.

All the football was being played by the Whites. After several heavy challenges the Whites were awarded a free kick about thirty five yards out. Crab sent in a dangerous cross, which Mercedes only managed to half clear. The ball fell invitingly to the feet of one Richie ‘Arris and the rest is history. Laces through the ball and the net bulging. One nil Whites. Some say Richie doesn’t score goals, the net grabs the ball off him for fear of getting hurt.

Back came Mercedes pinning the Whites back into their own eighteen yard box. A headed clearance fell to a Mercedes player and it was smashed goal wards through the crowded penalty box. With the ball heading for the corner Eugene flung himself to his right and produced a top quality save to keep the Whites ahead. This appeared to break Mercedes as they offered very little in terms of a goal threat after that.

The Whites posed all sorts of questions of the Mercedes back line and a second goal was the reward for a continued high press from the ever youthful front pairing of Richie and Buckie.  A ‘hoofed’ clearance into the night sky saw Richie ‘Arris and his colostomy bag beat two Mercedes defenders to the ball and his delightfully weighted header sent mini Sven away,  Our young Swede didn’t break stride as he moved onto (pass of the season claimed by Richie) the ball and stroked it beyond the stunned Mercedes keeper, who could only watch as it sailed beyond him into the net (Richie Harris 3 points for the assist) for two nil.  A late (somewhat dubious) offside call denied the Whites a third, but as the half time whistle went we were very much in the ascendancy.

The message from Hot Fuzz was simple. Keep it tight, remain focussed and as Jacko put it ‘Let’s stop these fookers winning on our turf. Send them back to Mercedes with their fooking tails between their legs and waiting for the fooking title’. Simples really.

The second half wasn’t pretty as Mercedes sent bodies forward and proceeded to launch an aerial bombardment on the Whites goal. Ball after ball was lumped forward and repelled by the back line. Bodies were put on the line as the Whites gave their all for the shirt, each other and for the Chairman / CEO / where’s Wally look alike. As frustration set in amongst the Mercedes ranks the Whites grabbed a third. Big Sven broke forward from left back and after playing a one two with Rob sent over another inviting cross. Richie ‘Arris did the rest burying the header beyond the now despondent Mercedes keeper. Three nil, some people were on the pitch they thought it was all over (It very nearly was).

Crab gave way to a younger more youthful Matt Bate to inject pace, flair and even more aggression into the midfield. Max came on for the fading ‘Grandpa Boing’ at full back and Fairuz replaced Richie ‘Arris and his Zimmer frame up front. The new faces lifted the Whites intensity again. Rob put mini Sven through on goal to score his second and the ‘Glamour’s’ forth.

With the broken half of ‘Hot Fuzz’ on the verge of a heart attack the referee kindly put Mercedes out of their misery.  Four nil it finished. Mercedes not only beaten, but hammered. Bettered in every aspect of the game. The song was sung loud and with pride. Mercedes huddled together shell shocked. The win put the ‘Glamour’ second in the League on goal difference with Rostrevor, who we play next. Four games left, the title an extremely remote outside chance but second spot is very much on the agenda of each and every White.

From Hot Fuzz:

Boys you did us proud. Mercedes turned up expecting to seal the title. Instead they got hammered. We were better in every department. Every player (bench included and those that missed out) contributed. Best on ground went to the whole team.

A big thank you to all those who came out to watch. Your support, banter, words of encouragement, abuse and pay-outs to the opposition all contributed to the win and was greatly appreciated.  That’s It!!!!

Jul 282014
  • Two week break due to weather and no pitches put a stop to all the momentum gathered by ‘The Glamour’.
  • A poor playing surface and a no show from the referee did not help.
  • The Whites were flat in the warm up, with late arrivals not helping.
  • Scrappy first half saw our referee (Matt Bate) award the Whites a penalty, which was calmly put away by Juan Pablo – one nil Whites
  • Chances came and went for the Whites.
  • Mt. Barker equalise from a Whites mistake at a corner. Half time – one all.
  • Second half and the Whites are lethargic. Little or no communication with one another and too many attempts at 50 yard ‘Hollywood’ passes.
  • Mt. Barker seize the opportunity and take advantage of poor Whites defending to score two more unanswered goals.
  • Bad day at the office all round for the Whites. Reaction of players at final whistle says it all (good to see)

Fantasy Football Points (In association with the Balacco Index) :

Eugene   2pts
Juan        5pts (2pts + 3pts goal)
Jacko      2pts
George   2pts
Cam         2pts

Jul 072014

Having seen off Unley in the last round of League fixtures, the ‘Glamour’ turned it’s attentions to Pembroke and the possibility of third spot in the League. Pembroke, sitting just one point above, have been somewhat of a ’Bogey’ side for the C Team over the last few seasons, with a one all draw being the only point earned by the Whites in four previous fixtures. The Whites expected a tough battle, especially as Pembroke are the reigning Division Three Champions, losing only once all last season.

Selection was easy, the same fifteen that downed Unley were selected. Simples (as a Meer Cat would say) or it was until Matt Bates was bitten by his pet monkey and infected with a mutated, virulent strain of man flu. The results included loss of voice, lack of co-ordination, incessant sweating and eventually paralysis and death. Quarantined and possibly on his way out, Bates lay shivering on his hospital bed, wearing his Whites kit, phone in hand and Team App at the ready.

Crab was lined up to guest for the ‘Glamour’ but the pressure of such a hi-profile game and a swollen member lead to his late withdrawal. The Gartner’s were also absent due to touring commitments and having to take the girlfriend shoe shopping. Still the ‘Glamour’ is like a bright shining beacon this year, attracting players from all walks of life like a moth to the flame.

At the eleventh hour the ‘Glamour’ snaffled another of the experienced player category  to bolster it’s ranks. In came Scott ‘Buckie’ Buckmaster for his debut. Without a team since the birth of his first chiod, ‘Buckie’ found the lure of the’Glamour’ too much. With Mel deployed as the Whites Official child minder ‘Buckie’ was able to pull on the coveted white shirt and rekindle his love for the beautiful game. Gary Hong was available (then not) from the B Squad and joined Ollie, Manny and Sean on the bench.

So to game day.

With the mobile phone fully charged and the Team App up and running, things felt good. Richie Harris was in fine fettle having had a ‘one on one strikers master class’ at training from Ollie ’One foot’ Smith, and was eager to add to his tally for the season.

The boys were in determined mood and despite the late withdrawal of Gary, moral was boosted even higher by the appearance of the Whites Leg End Wez ‘Wele’ Reid on the bench , as a last minute inclusion.

Starting XI:


Juan    Jacko    George    Cam

Max    Buckie    Leo    Rob



The Bench:

Ollie ‘One Foot’ Smith
Wez ‘Wele’ Reid

The First Half:

The Whites kicked off looking to set out their stall early. Keep the ball, knock about and when we don’t have it press high and defend from the front. Thirty seconds in and first goal.  Adam broke down the Pembroke left and drove towards the by-line. Pembroke were quick to close Adam down, managing to turn the ball over in the process. Determined to apply early pressure the Whites pressed and forced Pembroke to play back to the keeper.

The long clearance was anticipated, but no, so impressed was the keeper by Adam’s silky skills and quick feet, he opted to give him the ball back by making a complete hash of the clearance. Adam seeing the run of our prolific / geriatric striker, who was bursting his lungs and colostomy bag to get forward, sent the ball across the face of goal and towards our ‘Fox in the Box’. And there it was one nil Whites. Harris on the score sheet again and only 36 seconds played. Fingers and thumbs were a blur as they worked over the shitty Samsung mobile phone to update the Team App.

The second followed quickly after with Adam again causing problems down the left. His cut back this time finding Rob Scammell who gratefully smashed it home. Back to the Team App and more updating.

The Whites were rampant and dominating all over the park. The back four linked up well with the midfield to release our two fleet footed wingers into space down the flanks. Max was causing that many problems down the right hand side that after fifteen minutes Pembroke had taken to doubling up on him to deny him space.

Adam and Richie lead the line well running tirelessly and causing Pembroke issues every time they had the ball. Even when defending Richie led from the front pressing high, ably assisted by Buckie and Leo. The pressure often lead to mistakes or turnovers by Pembroke.

A third was added about seventeen minutes in. A high press and no let up in pressure saw Pembroke turn the ball over in midfield.  Leo seized on the loose ball and carried it into the Pembroke half, before playing a one two with the ‘Old Man’ up top.  A delightful flick from the Richie sat up perfectly for Leo to stride onto and smash home an absolute screamer. Three nil. More update on the Team App and a text from the hospital bed of Matt Bates ‘Three nil WTF’.

At three nil the Whites became slightly ragged, losing focus and shape. A little bit of naivety and complacency set in as the Whites thought job done. Back came Pembroke creating a few half chances with long range shots, but nothing really trouble Lewis in goal.

When Pembroke did manage to breakthrough they found the Whites stopper in fine form, first saving bravely at the feet of one player (and getting belted for his troubles) and then pulling off a cracking save when it was easier for them to score.

As we moved towards half time the Whites added a forth.  A marauding run from right back by the diminutive ‘Angry Argie’ Juan saw him cut infield and towards goal.  A one two with the ‘Creative When Not Scoring’  Richie was played before Juan slid the ball out wide to Adam on the left, who delivered another dangerous ball into the box. Arriving like the proverbial steam train  was ‘Buckie’ to score on debut (somehow). Now I would love to saw he put his laces through it and smashed it in the roof of the net.

But alias, rusty from no football for a couple of months the big man connected well enough with the ball, but only well enough to see it roll up his foot and shin before meeting the bobble on his knee cap and rolling into the net. Who cares really, goal on debut and four zip Whites.

Yet more updates on the Team App and hospital staff concerned that Bates was becoming delirious and may not make it through the afternoon.

Half time and four nil.

Structure, shape and composure were the instructions from ’Hot Fuzz’. Juan, on the other hands, opted to supply some light hearted entertainment during the team talk by displaying the Argentinean way of ‘deep throating’ a banana, which particularly interested our Greek contingent.

Second Half:

Four became five very quickly, as the Whites tour Pembroke to pieces with their short passing game. Rob set up ‘Buckie’ to unleash an absolute pile driver into the back of the net. The ball was seen to leave his foot with such force, that if the wind hand not been blowing at that particular point to assist it over the line it may not have made it.  It don’t matter how they go in, they all count. Five nil and two goals on debut.

At five nil half of ’Hot Fuzz’ began to ring the changes mindful of the Mercedes game the following week. ‘Buckie’ made way for Sean in the middle and Manny replaced Max on the right. Ollie ‘One foot’ Smith came on for Juan. The final change saw Wez ‘Wele’ Reid  sent on to replace Richie Harris (one goal, one assist, an off day perhaps).

Sean quickly made his mark on the game. Resembling something from FIFA 14 Sean beat three players, doing a pirouette and step over in the process. He rounded the keeper, fucked about some more, dribbled round a few more players and then opted to score. (I think it was left stick, RB, Y double tap, X and LB).

Six nil and job done. Time to shut up shop and protect the clean sheet the back four and keeper deserve. Dropping deep to help out in defence Adam found himself near the corner flag. Quickly shut down by Pembroke, cries of ‘That is not the place to mess about with it’ were heard. Taking heed of this, Adam promptly ‘megged’ the Pembroke player, beat two more on the flank, played a one two with Rob Scammell before finishing neatly in the corner. Seven zip.

The Whites weren’t finished yet. Another ball into the box from Adam was met by Manny and buried. Eight nil, full time and third spot belongs to The ‘Glamour’. Pembroke claimed to be missing players, but you can only beat what’s in front of you on the day.

An outstanding performance from the whole team, bench included. Every player gave 110% be it when attacking or defending. It sets us up nicely for Mercedes next week, and with Rostrevor losing to Grads Red the ‘Glamour’ are only three points off second. Only half way in the season but so much achieved already. Lets make sure the second half is as good as the first.

That’s It….

Fantasy Football Points (In Association with the Balacco Index)

  • Lewis, Juan, Jack O, George & Cam – Clean Sheet (5pts)
  • Rob S      Goal & Assist (4pts)
  • Richie     Goal & Assist (4pts)
  • Leo          Goal (2pts)
  • Buckie    Goal (2) (4pts)
  • Sean        Goal (2pts)
  • Manny   Goal (2pts)
  • Adam     Goal & (5) Assists (10pts)



Jun 292014

The second round of groups games at the 2014 World Cup Round eight of the Collegiate League saw Brazil the ‘Glamour’ make the short trip into the Suburbs to take on the old nemesis of Honduras Unley. With the C’s currently sitting (dizzily) in fourth spot on the ladder and only above the Unley on goal difference, it was all to play for.

The C’s are fortunate these days to be able to select from a seasoned and experienced core of players and a smattering of fleet of foot youngsters, with both groups providing the C’s with a smorgasbord of differing Nationalities.

Thrown together they have staked a claim to become the equivalent of a International All Star XI and are displaying an attitude that says they are willing to ‘Risk Everything’, die for the shirt, the Club, their Mum or just beating the ‘Silver Fox’  Dave Forster to the Golden Boot.

Arriving at the Maracana Stadium Ranger Park on Saturday afternoon the Whites cast their eyes (jealously) across the wide lush green turf that lay before them. Not an imperfection or blemish could be seen. The green top resembled a billiard table, perfect for the Whites expansive and fluid passing game. Unfortunately the goats in the neighbouring field had the luxury of grazing on that particular surface.

Nature had seen fit to turn the Unley paddock into it’s obligatory mud bath, with artificial cricket pitch inserted for good measure. By the time the C’s took to the ‘Somme’ two other games had already been played, and the Whites own ‘Chairman Plough’ had been doing what he does best and had left many a deep furrow across the pitch.

The message from ‘Hot Fuzz’ was simple ‘Don’t F#@k about with it in our half. If in doubt do a Bobby and belt it into the Torrens. Play football in their half or on any small patches of grass that you can find’.

Selection had been difficult this week with all those listed in the squad pressing for a start, but following discussions with Top International Coaches ‘Woy’ Hodgson, Vincente Del Bosque, Kev Holohan , Steve ‘The Axe’ Bresolin and Mike Bassett, as well as consulting the ‘Balacco Index’ for the seasons top performers ‘Hot Fuzz’ were able to send out a side blessed with talent, pace and physical presence.

In goal for his second appearance for the C’s was Lewis Whittenbury (Part English, part Spanish, part German and part Italian but 100% Irish).

Experience ruled over youth this week in the back line, with Juan (small Angry Argentinean) starting at right back, George Maratos (Greece), 50% of ‘Hot Fuzz’ aka the Anvil aka Steve Jakubowicz (French sounding but 100% Australian) and Cam ‘Grandpa Boing’ Hopgood (Australia) earning starts.

The midfield consisted of Max Soulsby (England) on the right, Master Bates (England) and Leo (Argentina) in the middle of the ’Somme’ and Rob Scammell (Guatemalan) wide left. The front two continued the International flavour with Adam (Greece), and now of TV dating fame, partnering ‘Wichie Hawwis’ (Columbian origin).

The bench contained an African contingent in Manny and Ben Bol Bol, as well as the Whites very own Avatar Ollie Smith (Na’vi) and boy band member Dan G (Nationality depends on which Country he is supporting at the time).

The remainder of ‘Hot Fuzz’ Matt Hawyes (England) and Whites admin guru/kit washer/supplier of snacks/wife/lines woman/technical director of most things at the Whites Mel Bock (Australia) completed the International feel to the side.

Our International theme was bolstered by our supporters club, which consisted of Whites Stalwarts Steve Saf (Greece/Australia ) who was allegedly sporting a Brazilian to provide more of a South American feel and/or to prevent chaffing when running and our very own ‘Kaiser’ Jan Pfitzner (Germany).

The International All Stars of the Whites took to the field in confident mood, determined not to be referred to as ‘C#%TS’ again in another factual (loosely termed) Unley match report

Kick off saw the Whites playing up hill on the ‘Somme’. The first half was physical with Unley adopting their usual tactics of trying to physically and verbally bully the Whites into submission. Hard tackle was met with hard tackle and verbal tirade with verbal tirade as each and every White gave their all.

Juan was booked for over enthusiasm after welcoming one of the Unley midfielders to the game and letting him know he was there. ‘Foreplay’ pleaded the angry little ’Argie’ trying to look all innocent but our referee was having none of it. The International theme continued with the (obviously Italian) midfielder rolling round on the ground like he had just been shot.

Despite the best attempts of Unley, the Whites kept to their game plan. No nonsense defending interspersed with fluent attacking football down the flanks and through the centre of midfield. Unley attempted to expose the back four by hammering long cross field balls at the head of ‘the Anvil’. The result a no contest as the biggest forehead in Collegiate soccer soaked it up.

The Whites, deservedly, opened the scoring with a real goal of the season contender. Having wasted a couple of half chances, and with the coach close to dragging him for a fold out chair, ‘Wichie Hawwis’ was put through on goal.

With the Unley centre back closing him down at a rate of knots, ‘Wichie’ with a shimmy of the hip (replacements) and Zimmer Frame sold the defender down the river before unleashing a screamer past the keeper, who remained unmoved and certainly unimpressed. One nil and it was all Whites.

Unfortunately our failure to play to the whistle let Unley back into the game, and they nicked an equaliser (undeservedly) with a well taken finish across Lewis. At one all Unley sensed they had the upper hand, that was until Max skipped across the ‘Somme’ surface, skinned several players and delivered an inviting cross into the Unley six yard box. And there waiting to bury the offering was an on rushing Unley defender. Two one Whites.

The second half pretty much followed the same pattern as the first, only with Unley deciding that playing with ten men was a good idea. A yellow card quickly became red as an Unley player dished out a serve of strong language to our referee. Playing against ten men, the Whites became a bit disjointed and made hard work of the extra space available to them.

‘Wichie Hawwis’ finally snaffled a third turning a rather bemused Unley defender inside out and finishing with aplomb with the weaker of his two left feet. Three one and game over or so we thought. Changes were made with Dan G entering the fray to replace Max and Ben Bol replacing out reality TV dating star Adam.

Our referee saw fit to award Unley a penalty, just to spice things up. At three two the Whites could be in for a nervy finish. Up stepped the penalty taker, who dispatched the ball towards goal. In what can only be described as a throw back to Euro ‘96’ and Dave Seaman’s penalty heroics or Sly Stallone in Escape to Victory, the Whites Custodian has flung himself to his left and pulled off a cracking save.

The ball, however, fell to the feet of the (now pissed off from missing) Unley player who has smashed the rebound goal wards. Not to be out done our diminutive stopper has sprung to his feet and blocked the rebound with an equally impressive save.

Three one it remained and after the Whites ‘love in’ with Lewis had finished (Greek representatives mainly), we set about making Unley suffer. The ball was knocked about with ease and chances began to be fashioned as the Whites fluid brand of attacking football began to shine through on the billiard table like surface.

Rob Scammell added a fourth for the Whites after waltzing through the now despondent Unley defence and after putting the keeper on his arse with a step over before burying the ball into the back of the net. Four one, job done, fourth spot out right and bragging rights to boot over Unley.

A great team performance from the Whites. Every player, bench included did a job and made a big contribution towards the win. With Pembroke losing to Rostrevor third place is up for grabs in two weeks .

That’s It….

Fantasy Football Points (In association with the Balacco Index) :

  • ‘Wichie Hawwis’     2 goals (6pts)
  • Rob Scammell         1 goal (2pts)
  • Matt Bates                2 assist (4pts)
  • Max                             1 assist (2pts)
  • Ben Bol                       1 assist (2pts)
  • Lewis                           Penalty save (5pts)
Jun 182014

Round seven of the Collegiate League saw the Whites take on cross University rivals Uni SA at the Stade Blanc. Preparation for the visit of the second from bottom side was good with the C Team and distinguished guests having a midweek run out against SA Police on the artificial green baize at West Beach and securing a hard fought but deserved win. Based on the midweek performance ’Hot Fuzz’ were confident of knocking over Uni SA and bolstering the goal difference to boot, whilst burying the nightmare of the Rostrevor game in the process.

Even with injuries and fatigue due to all night World Cup viewing sessions, the Whites were able to field the majority of what has become a settled side this season. Most noticeable absentees were the Skipper Cam injured whilst legally kicking lumps out of a copper on Wednesday, and his defensive side kick Jack O. Having missed the midweek fixture against his colleagues with man flu, Jack O was raring to go. That was until Friday afternoon, when he over did things reaching for the last ‘Krispy Kreme’ at work and pulled a heart muscle, love handle and apparently his calf.

With the experience (old age) missing from the back, Richie Harris converted to centre back to play alongside George. Skipper for the day Juan switched to right back and Ollie ‘One foot’ Smith started on the left. The midfield quartet consisted of Maxie Soulsby, Master Bates, Leo and Robbie Scammell whilst Ian Hendrie partnered the returning (from injury) Fairuz up top.

Late cry offs from Adam (TV debut appearance) and Dan G with a viral throat infection which puts One Erections World Tour in doubt, lead to a reshuffle on the bench with Ben Bol earning a call up from the D’s to bolster numbers. Manny, the less softer of the two Gartner’s and Stuart Smith made up the squad.

And so to kick off.

Uni SA were a shambles with odd socks, odd shorts, some shirts, no shirts and a selection of training bibs and yellow T-Shirts which a very talented 5 year old had numbered using a crayon. Still our favourite referee aka the Baby Hippo was happy with the DIY designer kit. It kind of set the tone for the game.

Kick off and the Whites tried to settle into their game and control the ball and tempo. Unfortunately we couldn’t pass a parcel let alone the ball and the tempo for a scrappy first half was set. Uni SA shocked the Whites after some very comical defending (insert Benny Hill Music) gifted them the opener. Thankfully it spurred the Whites briefly from their slumber as first Fairuz with a looping header and then Ian with a shot (that broke the keepers hands and legs as it trickled through them) put the Whites two one up. A third quickly followed for the Whites and it appeared that we were in the ascendancy.

More charitable defending from the Whites (insert said Benny Hill music) followed and Uni SA pinched a second. Three two quickly became four two as Master Bates whipped in a cross that was cleared to the left hand side of the box. Waiting for it to arrive was the Whites very own Ollie ‘One foot’ Smith, more famed for sliced defensive clearances than 30 yard screamers. But with one fluid swing of his rather long and gangly right leg he sent an absolute screamer into the bottom right hand corner.

Fairuz then earned a penalty which was easily converted by Richie Harris. So impressed were Uni SA with Richie’s penalty technique that they decided to give him another go less than sixty seconds later. Up stepped the great man again. Same run up, no nonsense style, no shuffle or step over to do the keeper. Same spot as the first ‘Hot Fuzz’ thought, but Richie had other ideas. As he leant back and thought of Dave Forster beating him to the Golden Boot he sent the ball sky wards. Some $17.50 later and Adelaide Independent Taxis returned the ball from the South Park Lands.

Uni SA added a third as the Whites again displayed their charitable side (insert said Benny Hill music again). Five three, one of those games and one of those days (so far), but Saf was pleased to be getting value for money in the goal stakes and entertainment factor.

Half time and strong words were said. Our lackadaisical attitude and carelessness was making a very average Uni SA side look good. Play with the same level of enthusiasm and commitment next week against Unley and we would be hammered.

The second half was better from the Whites. Richie reverted back to his preferred position of striker with Fairuz making way, and Stuart Smith taking up the centre back spot. Chances came and went for the Whites in what was proving to be a frustrating day in front of goal. Ian eventually got his hat trick, getting on the end of a decent cross after good work down the right flank from Max.

Six three it finished, but with more composure and defensive awareness the score could have been a lot more with fewer conceded. Still another three points in the bag, four wins for the season so far and forth spot in the league. The next three weeks are massive for both the C’s and the Club with Unley, Pembroke and Mercedes the opponents. Now is he time to stand up and be counted. That’s it….

Fantasy Football Points:

  • Fairuz Jum’ee: 1 goal (2pts) 3 assists (6pts)
  • Matt Bates: 1 assist (2pts)
  • Richie Harris: 1 goal (2pts)
  • Ian Hendrie Jnr: 3 goals (6pts) & hat trick bonus (3pts)
  • Ollie Smith: 1 goal (2pts)
  • Max Soulsby: 1assist (2pts)