Liverpool Football Echo report

Fa Cup Round Two.





Who shall win this, the new football Association Cup. We in Liverpool had high hopes of Everton and Liverpool going far in the competition. But fate decreed that one or other should stop at the second fence. This was bad fortune for the City, yet it gave the local supporters a prospect of one more exciting game between the Blues and Reds. Three times previously had the teams met in Cup warfare.

Many duty concerns the details of play and the introduction of the teams to you, reader. The men stayed at Blackpool this week, and returned this morning. Everton met at 1:30 at the Exchange Hotel and settled their teams, which had not the services of Arthur Berry through the later spraining his ankle. Liverpool met on the ground. The outcome was that the teams lined up in the following order: - Everton: - William Scott, goal, Stevenson, and Macconnachie, backs, Harris R. Young, and Makepeace, (Captain), half-backs, Lacey, Gourlay, Magner, A. Young, and Beare, forwards. Liverpool: - Hardy, goal, Longworth, and Crawford, backs, Robinson, Harrop, and McConnell, half-backs, Goddard (Captain), Stewart, Parkinson, Orr, and Uren, forwards. Referee J. Mason.

The coin decreed that Magner should start the fray, and the game at once opened out sensationally, for “Sandy” Young craftily wormed through several opponents and passed ahead to Beare, who looked like being stopped by Robinson. The Turf must have been greasy, for the half backs slipped and Beare, dashing ahead, got in a lovely centre, which Crawford smartly replied to. From this the Reds visited Everton territory, and Parkinson forging ahead crossed the leather accurately to Uren, who shot in straight and true to Scott. The custodian was to alert to be caught napping and guarded the breach in business like fashion. Both teams steadied down a bit for the ground was obviously treacherous, Macconnachie once slipping adjacent to the goalmouth. Longworth's services were on several occasions acquistioned, and the doughy back recovered soundly after his bad accident. Macconnachie too, was cool under fire. Lacey and Gourlay played a forcing game on the right wing, and drew Crawford well afield, so that Hardy had several times to come out of his lair, it was significant that the first time Longworth headed the ball he made a “Bloomer” and nearly beat Hardy, who, however, dealt with an awkward situation very adroit and Mr. Mason further assisted him out of his difficulty. Robinson took a free kick for hands and shot straight at Scott, who handed the ball down. There was a sequence of interesting bouts between Macconnachie and the Anfield skipper and the Blues was at times none too comfortable. After ten, minutes work honours were fairly easy. Alex Young was the most dangerous forward on the field, but Robinson glanced himself to Beare and “Sandy” passes very cleverly neutralised. From one of McConnell's returns Orr put the ball over the bar. Harrop in tackling Young came to earth, and the most of the players were moving gingerly, so that the game was not very fast. Stevenson dashed across to neutralise a forward pass from Orr, and following this McConnell shot into the “under decker.” Goddard did likewise after receiving from Stewart.

Accurate placing and shooting were difficult on the tricky turf. Fifteen minutes had gone by and the game was wonderfully even. Once Lacey returned from the goal-line to his partner, who was well placed but, Gourlay shot yards over the bar. With the game eighteen minutes old, the first really deadly shot came from Alex Young, who, with a first timer nearly beat hardy, who got the ball from just under the crossbar. A couple of minutes later the Reds were awarded a free kick, just on the penalty line. At the first time of asking Mr. Mason disallowed the kick. The Anfield skipper took it over again, and this time it puzzled the home defenders, who went at once in difficulties. The ball was kicked upto Makepeace and Parkinson, obtaining from Stewart, hooked it in easy going fashion into the net, Scott standing on his left, being unable to extend his understanding in time. This reverse in fused plenty of vim into the Toffees; they set to work in the keenest fashion to get on level terms. They attacked vigorously from left to right, and followed up centres with fierce frontal onslaughts. For five minutes it looked as if Hardy must be beaten, so heavy was the Everton bombardment. During these charges Hardy and Crawford were magnificent in defence. One straight drive from Gourlay appeared to have done the trick beyond a doubt, but Mr. Mason saw with other eyes, and probably he was right. The ball kept sailing into Hardy from all kinds of angles, put luck refused to a tend the luckless Blues, who did everything but score. Occasionally the Reds brokeaway, but not in dangerous formation. Ten minutes from the interval Everton well deserved to be on level terms. Harrops provided his captain in midfield, but Makepeace intervened, and robbed. As the interval approached the game quietened down, but the Blues continued to be dangerous. Bob Young worked generously, but did not like the state of the going at all. Makepeace at all times played a grand game for his side and pleased the 50,000 spectators immensely. Half-time Everton nil, Liverpool 1.

When the players returned to the field, Uren beat Stevenson cleverly, but was promptly brought to book by Macconnachie. Crawford was twice called upon, and at the third time of asking he let in Lacey, who promptly centred to Beare, and Young, who were splendidly placed, almost in the goalmouth, but both players failed to turn to account this glorious opportunity. A corner was taken from which Magner tested Hardy. Young soon gained another by intricate footwork and Hardy dashed into the fray to fist the ball away. A third corner came to the Blues, and a mighty roar went up from 50,000 throats, when Beare placed beautifully for Alec Young to head past Hardy and equalise. It was a well-deserved success, for since Parkinson simple kind of goal, the Toffees had made strenuous efforts to redeem themselves. After the equaliser the feeling of the partisans became heated and intensified, and the slightest liberty taken by any player was heartily booed. Longworth was not so dashing as of old and up to this point he had only twice headed the ball. Harrop however, was always a great strategist, and dovetailed himself when occasions required between his two backs. A dangerous centre of Gourlay was neutralised by Robinson and Crawford. Young was once dashing and dangerous when thwarted by McConnell at the expenses of a corner. Hardy fisting out gallantly at the finish. The tactics presented on both sides were vimish and breezy.

The Blues were bright in attack and the Reds resolute in defence. From an free kick taken by Makepeace the Reds' defence got all at sea, but Hardy rushed out and saved a dangerous situation. Once when Crawford made a bad mistake in the goalmouth, Magner and Gourlay had a fine chance of getting the lead, but over anxiety completely spoiled the job. Still the Blues were always dangerous, even though not successful. From a smart throw-in by Uren, the Reds should have gained the lead, for McConnell served up to Parkinson, Who transferred to Stewart. The little man was unmarked, but soiled a good chance by shooting wide. At the end, of half an hour Scott saved magnificent from Orr, as the result of a clever movement in which Stewart, Uren, and Parkinson were concerned. After the McConnell and Crawford were well beaten, but once again the Everton forwards failed to profit by their opportunity. The Toffees, however, held their ground and were finessing midway in Liverpool territory, when suddenly “Sandy” Young sent in a wonderfully (decept) shot, which proved too speedy for Hardy. This was ten minutes from the finish, and the game seemed well won for the Blues. A minute after Gourlay struck the crossbar. Final Result Everton 2 Liverpool 1.

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