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Roaring 20s by Wooltonian - part 3

1925-26 SEASON

Match 7

Poster of the day

Could the blues indeed keep the REDS out?
Not at Anfield they couldn’t!

Headline of the Day
"Echo Correspondent the New SEER"

After forecasting Liverpool win
"Liverpool Win Local 'Derby' With Ease"
"Limping Forshaw Helps Himself"
"Everton's Faulty Tactics"

Liverpool
Scott, Lucas, MacKinlay, McNabb, Cockburn, Bromilow, Rawlings, Walsh, Forshaw, Chambers, Hopkin

Everton vs. Liverpool, historic meetings these, and always certain of huge assemblies.
Everton at Anfield today, were fearful about the goalkeeping position.
Kendal was hurt at Birmingham and could not play.
Harland had been hurt at West Bromwich three weeks ago and was not expected to be fit.
He was the one man of whom it was said, “He’ll not be able to play”.
So the club got in touch with Menham, the Northern Nomads keeper, only to find, after getting his permit, that Harland had indeed reported fit last night.
Liverpool made no change from a side that went nap against Manchester United.

Little Tommy Tucker Tembey, and Liverpool’s regular mascot, who followed them to Southampton last year, kept the crowd of 50,000 spectators in comfort with their jolly burlesque.
Tucker did not give the crowd a dance, which was very unfortunate, for I understand that he is something of an expert in this field.
The ground, the policing, the Kop and the conditions at the start were excellent.
There was one or two ambulance cases, which the Kop dealt with in their usual overhead conveyor belt manner, but nothing serious had been reported.
What was unusual, was the strangely silent manner in which the crowd greeted the entrance of the Gladiators.
Perhaps the crowd were suffering from pre-match nerves as both teams were capable of winning this fixture.

Big Don drew the first blood of the day in winning the toss and elected to kick towards the Stanley Park End.Winning the toss meant the value of a fairly sharp wind and had Harland facing the full blast of the midday sun.He’d certainly be requiring his flat cap today. Such a shame no one has designed a cap with a larger brim to give his eyes more shade.

The referee today showed just as much impatience as the crowd, kicking the game off prior to the published 3 o’clock start and Mackinlay wasted no time in letting Dixie know what was in stall for him the rest of the game.Dean in his usual manner just brushed himself down and walked away leaving a glare that would freeze Sefton park lake.Then there followed a free kick against Irvine for a cynical trip upon Bromilow. More glares from both sides threatened to turn today’s late summer warmth into something more reminiscent of the polar regions.

Rawlings made a lively run on the right without being able to pin point his cross to the waiting Forshaw. Naturally both sides were suffering early match nerves as was expected and for some time the players did not settle down to the normal fluency. In fact Kennedy, in his haste to make a first time shot, kicked right over the top of the ball, which is uncommon for him. But it brought great delight to the assembled Kop and derisory jeers followed him for the next few minutes.
Afterwards he made a shooting chance for Irvine, but he too looked more reminiscent of a golfer swinging a fresh air shot. The Bullen’s boys loved this and decided to jeer the Everton player with screams of “FOUR”

Everton had distinctly the best of possession early on and Liverpool were fortunate the chances had not fallen to Dixie. For if they had, the blue quarter could have been a goal or two up in the first five minutes. It was only a clever idea on the part of Walsh, acting as a defender, in back-healing, that helped stem the tide. Mackinlay also offered help with several well timed headers away from goal. However, minutes later Chedgzoy was left alone two yards in front of goal, but somehow managed to put the ball over the bar. Elisha might as well go and enjoy a pint in the Sandon if Everton’s accuracy did not improve quickly. This was indeed a let off, but perhaps just as well, as the referee had chosen to ignore the linesman who was frantically giving us all his best impression of a cheerleader waving for offside. One wag in the crowd shouted “you need a bigger flag mate, and perhaps a rattle to get his attention”

Peacock’s persistence in the next phase of attack was worthy of special applause, and, as often happens in football, the side that had attacked practically from the start until this moment ended up a goal in arrears. In the sixth minute, it all happened in a simple manner. Hopkin fell before making a pass, scrambled up, and eventually, as he was trying to centre, the ball struck Peacock in the face and passed for a corner. Hopkin took the flag kick, and in spite of the plan of campaign adopted by the Everton defenders, Forshaw, with the greatest of ease, bullet headed the ball home. I think McBain was supposed to be marking Forshaw, but if he was, he should learn to follow the striker when he moves, instead of staying riveted to the starting point. This was Forshaw’s fourth goal on this ground within seven days and defending like that would see him double his previous weeks hat-trick.

Naturally Everton were very disappointed at such a turn of events. Troup and Hart did very clever things on the left flank, but Liverpool having tasted blood, improved their style of play and Chambers from Rawlings centre, was inches off heading Liverpool into a two goal lead.

While Hopkin minutes later, made the ball swing not more than a foot over the bar. Everton appeared to be taking tea and biscuits for the last five minutes, perhaps the hooter had gone for tea break, but no one had told Liverpool.

Finally Everton regained some composure and came back from their break. A fine straight drive by Irvine brought the best out of his fellow countryman Scott who saved sharply and surely.
The new swerving run was becoming favoured by some of the Liverpool men, and when Rawlings let the ball pass by him so that he could swing first right and then to the left he performed a sort of crescent, quite a graceful movement if I say so myself. And far better than the swinging wild shot we were being treated to down the other end.

Bromilow treated us all to three little dainties in the left hand corner and surprised both the crowd and the defence with a swinging shot that was quite close to scoring.

Then came a goal from the English - South African Walsh, who copied Rawlings new swerve and got the left flank of the Everton defence in an absolute turmoil. Dropping his right shoulder, but then cutting inside, he left Hart like a cloakroom attendant, holding his coat. Walsh moved up the park as if nothing on earth worried him. It was as if he had an hour and a half to sink a putt.
Moving in almost impertinent slow fashion, he eventually elected to make a drive from fifteen yards out, the ball nestled in the bottom left hand corner of the net. The ball had never rose above two inches from the surface and that was characteristic of the mans shooting, low and hard.

Neither Dean nor Irvine could find the mark in front of goal and as the game went on, I bet Elisha wished he’d have gone for that pint earlier as he had not been troubled to dirty his attire in the first half. Suddenly the crowd got windy. Forshaw went off with an injured foot. Smiles returned for a short time when he returned five minutes later, but for fans with a more discerning eye, it was short lived as he was obviously still limping on his left leg. His lameness was evident to anyone who cared to notice and became apparent to all on his next shot when he appeared to wince with pain.

All the action so far had been on the opposite side of the pitch down Everton’s left and Liverpool’s right. Forshaw had become Liverpool’s inside right for the time being and opening a way for Rawlings, whose shot had been patted away by Harland. Minutes later Chambers helping the defence had the misfortune in crocking Chedgzoy’s ankle. After enquiring whether Chedgzoy was all right, Chambers returned to his attacking work. When Forshaw with a diagonal centre, put the ball into the goalmouth, Chambers thoroughly relished a nodding acquaintance with the goal. He firmly placed the ball up in the top netting and thus Everton were three down in thirty six minutes.

Harland was again found flapping in the goal mouth minutes later and Everton were lucky not to go in four down. There had not been much enthusiasm for the game so far from the boys from across the park, in fact it was one of the most uneven derby games we have see for a long time and speaking thus early, it pretty much seemed to me, that the bottom had been knocked out of it.

Lets just hope the blue half of this game turn up for the second half.
Half time; Liverpool 3 Everton 0

During the half time interval, I had the pleasure of a handshake with the Right Honourable Arthur Henderson, the Late home Secretary, who was with Mr Jack Hayes MP. Quite as to why the former was at the game I’m unsure, because after a brief discussion on the merits of the first half, I began to wish, I was having the discussion with my wife. Mr P O Roberts was also present, so Jack was cutting a lonely figure as the only person who was interested in sport in Liverpool. I’d guess the free tickets used, would have been better served if given to fans of either club, or even, someone remotely interested in the round ball game. Rather than people who seemed more interested in the free half time sandwiches.

The second half started with both sunshine and wide grins on the Liverpool attack. Everton lining up looking more like a hooker without a date, would never have been in their troublesome position had they not inclined to the close game as against taking part in open play like their counter parts. Certainly Kennedy and Troup had started the second half in a threatening manner and had at least tried to reduce the deficit. But the rest looked like they had come for the MP buffet. Had it not been for the massive display by both Cockburn and the equally massive MacNabb One of them might have made the score sheet.

The game was poised in this anxious enquiry “could Everton do to Liverpool what Manchester City had done to Everton the previous week and come back from three goals down and score four goals?” The prospect was not encouraging.

There was a rustle in the leaves at this moment, the referee apparently taking great exception to an action of Scott’s on Dean. If, as is alleged, Scott stuck up his foot, then play should have surely been suspended at once, and not have been allowed to proceed for some time before mention was made of that matter.

Kennedy came close again shortly after with a finely taken free kick. I swear the ball moved half a yard in the air, but Scott proved equal to the challenge. Peacock came close with a good kick as did Kennedy. But there were some other kind of kicks, just now. Forshaw was unlucky in catching one full back, but luck had nothing to do with it, when he caught the other full back minutes later. Neither brought the displeasure of the referee who appeared to allow the return of an earlier kick on Forshaw.

It was Forshaw who scored the fourth goal at the fifty sixth minute. His work was easy, he simply had to conclude the lesson of the day. Bromilow and Hopkin having initiated the attack. Bromilow passing the ball up the line, Hopkin was able to keep it in play by a sturdy effort and his centre produced just sufficient length to enable Forshaw to finish off his master-class in how to head the ball.

This goal seemed to settle the issue. Everton seemed to believe that they had a chance up to the third goal, but their hearts sunk into their boots when the fourth went in. Everton’s shooting to be brutally frank was Tragic. Hart missed one to the Right. Dixie missed one to the left, but the special award must go to Kennedy who fired a rocket over the bar, over the crowd and out of the ground. Jeers from the Bullens boys confirmed the earlier golfing four had turned into a cricketing cry of “SIX” ! Wags, the lot of them, I tell you.

Altogether, the shooting of Everton players was only on a par with there general failure. Everton could do no right in front of goal even the usually prolific Dean was having a nightmare, I swear one shot went for a throw in. It got so bad even O’Donnel had a crack at goal. The result confirmed why he is a full back and should perhaps stay in his own theatre of play. Scott stood mystified in his own box, would he have to make a save today? The prospects were not looking like he would have to get his kit washed today. I watched as Scott had a chat to a young lad behind the goal while leaning on one of his posts. He appeared to sign a slip of paper the young fan handed him. Confused? I was, he was in front of the Everton section.

Elisha Scott had time to sign autographs during the game

Yet another shot passed Elisha’s post. He must have felt like a ball boy today for all the fetching he did behind his goal. The goal kick was one again sent down the Liverpool right, but a through ball to Forshaw seen him going through on goal. Forshaw netted again with a swift and again a low shot, which the keeper had no chance in getting down to. Thus in two weeks Liverpool had got five goals in each game. Forshaw had another hat-trick on the record books. And the boys from the Bullens started their now becoming customary, ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE chant.

Liverpool’s opportunism was their mainstay, but in addition one could not fail to see the team work of the side, and the fact that wherever the ball was, there, two or three Liverpool players congregated together. Kennedy’s consolation strike on the 84th minute was probably missed by some of the exiting blue fans. Shame really, it wasn’t a bad goal, asked your friends who stayed, they will tell you. Because if you leave before the end you don’t deserve a goal description from me.

Full Time; Liverpool 5, Everton 1

Official gate today was estimated at 55,000 and total receipts were a massive £3,100
Good news for Wirral fans, work began on the Mersey Tunnel this year. Rumours that the toll, will be free after the first two year's was met with scepticism. 80 years on, we're still bloody paying

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