Liverpool Post and Mercury report

Dean at his best

Hat-trick which gave Everton Victory

55,000 spectators at derby Game

Dean beats Sandy Youngs Derby goal record of ten and goes to eleven.

By “Bee.”

A great crowd of 55,000 productive of a sum of £3,228, saw Everton beat Liverpool by 3-1. It was at Anfield this latest record was put on the list of meetings between the two rival sides of the city and for once in a way Everton had to field deputies McPherson, and McClure for Thomson and Clark, both down with the flu –whereas it has so often been a case of Liverpool pleading poverty of reserves or the loss of a first team member at this inconvenient moment. Everton tired Critchley for Griffiths, this being the only tactical team change announced. Thus Liverpool with the memory of a surprise and goal-reaching result against Middlesbrough in the middle of the week, imagined that this was to be a further addition to their laurels and against their pet opponents from across the Park. The signs and portents suggested that while Liverpool had become live, Everton had gone dull and listless, thudding their way rather than threading their way through to goals. Dean had not scored a point throughout the season. He had offered some to his comrades, but there the register stood. It had even been mooted that the captain of the side might be dropped. Dean might be left out of the Derby game. The thing seemed like sacrilege, but the selectors wisely denied the thought of sinking the pilot or dropping him.

Like a Giant.

Actually Dean has had a curiously unbalanced season. He has had ankle trouble that kept him out while White got a hat-trick performance at Portsmouth. Probably Dean smarted under the lash of critics, who had seen him play for nought at home games. Dean went into the game like a giant. He showed how he can still be the best centre-forward in the world if the chances are at hand. Little room is needed by this bulky man; he stood by the rival captain, Bradsaw, and seemed a tiny tot. Yet Dean went up to head balls that Bradshaw should have had, and Dean's head was first to connect with the ball. He got the Liverpool defence astir early, and they did not settle down for an hour; they became flustered, they took up awkward positions; there was no dovetailing between the backs, and all this time Dean was taking almost every chance offered to him. He had most of his chances to those deft and sure passes to Stein or Critchley that should make then young men handsome centres of the ball.

The Anfield Genius.

Dean's hat-trick was merely history repeated. On the same ground, against the same goalkeeper, he had performed a hat-trick, but the game had been a draw. This game could not be drawn because the Liverpool forward line was never moving sweetly. They had no round of passing. The right wing was pressing its way, but not finding its mark; Wright was still the genius of the attack, and moving him from centre-forward meant that the line had no leader. Jim Smith floundered and flurried; a trifle nervous still and luckless with two shots he made. But them most of the Anfield shots could have been saved by a commoner let alone by a smart Sagar, whose standard of goalkeeping was shown to the public when Barton having taken the centre-forward, berth to attempt a smash and grab “half” share of the spoils saw his great shot handed out by Sagar with a fine sweep of the hands. Sagar was very good against a very bad attack, whose chief member was perhaps Gunson. The Wrexham man relished the way the opposing half-back held him, but for holding off nothing could compare with the Liverpool defence of the first half-hour. They stood wide apart and Dean at times was marked by neither pivot nor yet a full-back. The positioning was such that one could not realise it. Dean, alive to the arts of positioning, placed himself where he willed, and the skill of his hat-trick was centred in knowing when and how to shoot or head. His first goal came in a minute; Wright equalised from a position that looked like offside, but if it was then this was balanced by Referee Lines not remarking on McPherson's handling case in the penalty area. Less than half an hour was sufficient to make Everton forget the Wright goal and concentrate upon Dean. Yet Liverpool forgot to do this. Bradshaw frittered his way through riskily if prettily. Dean became a tackler as well as a forager and a forward maker.

Great Goals.

Dean headed a goal from the depised Critchley's centre with little space at which to aim, and he scored a further goal with that accuracy of placing that makes him put a ball to inches of the upright. No one forward places more obliquely or with more confidence. Gone was the lethargy, and lumpiness and fardiness of the mid-week game. This was a Derby Day to be won, Dean would win it. He had to thank Johnson for a lot of compelling work, and Critchley came back to favour with some sharp, incisive runs in which half-control counted for a lot. It would be fair to say, in fact that the Liverpool defence was out run and outgeneralled, but they contributed to their own downfall by false positioning. Jackson was the best and pluckiest of all the backs, but McDougall could do little right and the forward line's faultiness I have already named.

Cresswell and the Half-Backs.

Scott, like Sagar, was splendid, and Cresswell was the dominating easy factor of the field of defence. The Everton half-backs played as well as necessary, but it was necessary to be very skilled against such a forward five, and the bets feature from a Liverpool point of view was the fine rallying effort of the Anfield side late in the game –in truth, through the second half period. Yet even then there was wanton waste with shots Barton and Smith particularly. How, then could they hope to reach the score set up by Everton's centre-forward and by the team's general excellence? Dean has now passed the long-standing record of the “Derby” games wherein Sandy Young stood attention at ten. Dean has eleven –with power to add to his number. He showed craft, speed, and safety first; measures on Saturday that made one wonder where he had hidden his reserves for the last two years. Dean was inspired and inspiring. It was good to see such earnest football from this young man and captain. Virility and superiority stamped him through the day's hard toil as the natural centre-forward, the best header the game has even today, and a genius in the art of placing himself in the proper position and –away from opponents! This was Dean's game.

Teams; Liverpool; Scott, goal; Done, and Jackson, backs; Morrison, Bradshaw (captain), and McDougall, half-backs; Barton, Hodgson, Smith, Wright, and Gunson, forwards. Everton; - Sagar, goal; Bocking, and Cresswell, backs; McClure, Gee and McPherson, half-backs; Critchley, Dunn, Dean (captain), Johnson, and Stein, forwards. Referee C. Hines, Birmingham.

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