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A Lifeless “Derby.”
Forwards Fail To Shoot.
Bradshaw A Tower Of Strength.
By “Stork.”
Another Derby game has gone down to history, but this latest meeting between Everton and Liverpool will not live long in the memory for it was undoubtedly the poorest, the most sombre, and the most lifeless “Derby” game I have ever seen. Even the crowd was abnormally quiet. True, they had not much to enthuse over, for the football, taken all through, was far from the standard usually served up in this class of game. That Liverpool took a point away from Goodison Park was in a measure due to the woeful finishing of the home forwards. Let us not forget that the Anfielders were deprived of the services of Hanson after half an hour and it is acknowledged in present day football that to lose a man is to lose the game; but Liverpool battled along, overcame their handicap and secured a very valuable point. No goals were scored in the meeting of the city giants, yet they were there for the taking; but the football all through was of a negative quality. It lacked finality, and the goalkeepers had not a great deal to do. Scott made the greatest saves of the match when he held up a Stein shot of much power, and later when he prevented a stunning shot by Cunliffe from finding a home in his net. Liverpool seemed to be afraid of their position, and Everton gave me the impression that their two recent victories had given them a superiority complex. Whatever the cause, the game will be voted and quoted as the poorest derby seen for an age.
A Quiet Opening.
The game opened quietly; they very often do, only to blaze forth into a fury as it progresses; but this game never rose above mediocre. Everton were perhaps, the more crafty in their combination, but when they got near goal they simply had not a shot in their locker. To a great extent the Liverpool half-backs were responsible for Everton's poor forward display, for Bradshaw, McDougall, and Morrison were right at the top of their form, and you should all know what that means. Bradshaw was a tower of strength, and Johnson got little or no chance against him. When he did find a way beyond the Liverpool captain, he had to manceurve the ball over to his left foot, and he was not allowed any time to accomplish his desire. Of really good class movements there were few, and I saw innumerable mistakes and too much big kicking. The ball was far too much in the air. Kick it and trust to providence that a forward will get it. That seemed to me to be in the minds of some of the players. It was all so unlike what we have been brought up to when viewing these Derby games. Everton were undoubtedly the better side during the first half and the display of Stevenson pleased me quite a lot. Much that he did was the work of the true artist. He produced a dainty gliding pass, and he and Stein and Thomson were responsible for some of the clever movements of the day. The ex-Glasgow Rangers is a wee fellow, but he gave the tall Bradshaw many anxious moments by the fleetness of foot; but his shooting was of no account. He is however, a general provider, and was obtained because of his “fetching ability” rather than his big shot, Liverpool, during the half hour when they were at full strength, could not get the run of the ball. The forward line, although ably assisted by the men behind them, could not get moving in real battle array, and again it was the half back line which throttled down English and his co-forwards. Britton, Gee, and Thomson had the measure, and the speed of Niuewenhuys was not enough to beat the hard-hitting Cook.
Hanson Carried Off.
When Hanson had to be carried off on the back of Ephraim Longworth, and was afterwards earned that he was suffering from cartilage trouble, one naturally expected to see Everton do much better against a depleted Liverpool, but it was just the reverse for the Anfielders then showed their remarkable fighting qualities. They fought so well that they came to within an ace of scoring, and if any one forward could have produced a shot of any worth he might have scored, for Coggins in the Everton goal was uncertain. Once, when Nieuwenhuys was running through he left his goal, when he had no chance of beating the Liverpool winger in a race for the ball, “Nivvy” beat him and then centred square in front of the gaping goal. English, was thus presented with a great opportunity, even though he was partially covered by Williams, who eventually cleared. Liverpool deserved a point, if only because of their stern battle, when faced with a big handicap, and the high quality of some of Scott's saves. Two, in particular are well worth giving in detail. Stein was less than six yards out of goal when he hit a pile driver, but Scott turned the ball aside in a nonchalant manner as if it was only a very ordinary save, whereas it was a masterly effort. Then there was Cunliffe's shot. It looked any odds on the ball landing in the net, for Cunliffe's effort was a truly fine one, but the great little Irishman was not in the humour to allow anyone to beat him. He was the direct opposite to Coggins. Full of confidence, he came out when he should have done, and stayed in goal when it was his business to be there. Coggins seemed to be nervous. He did many strange things and was not made to pay the penalty. Several times be completely missed the ball when it came in from the wings, and more than once left his goal and even then did not link up with the ball, so it was well that Williams and Cook were staunch defenders.
The defence of each side was master of the opposing attack. Cunliffe maintains his good form, and I think this young man is going to make a name for himself. But I would place Stein first in the honours list of the Everton forwards, but he had to thank Stevenson and Thomson for many of his opportunities. The Liverpool forwards were below par. English rarely got a takenable ball and none came to his head. Even if they had there is just a possibility that he could have done little with them, for Gee, like Bradshaw, was very sound in his heading; in fact the former international has come right back to his best, but Britton was the artist of the line. He was a joy to behold. He could work the ball on a foot of hurt and then send his pass speeding to his man. He and Critchley had a fine first half, with the latter giving Scott a long-range shot to cope with. Teams: - Everton: - Coggins, goal; Williams and Cook, backs; Britton, Gee and Thomson (captain), half-backs; Critchley, Cunliffe, Johnson, Stevenson, and Stein, forwards. Liverpool: - Scott, goal; Tennant, and Done, backs; Morrison, Bradshaw (captain), and McDougall, half-backs; Nieuwenhuys, Hodgson, English, Taylor, and Hanson, forwards. Referee Mr. W. P. Harper, Stourridge.
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Forwards Fail To Shoot.
Bradshaw A Tower Of Strength.
By “Stork.”
Another Derby game has gone down to history, but this latest meeting between Everton and Liverpool will not live long in the memory for it was undoubtedly the poorest, the most sombre, and the most lifeless “Derby” game I have ever seen. Even the crowd was abnormally quiet. True, they had not much to enthuse over, for the football, taken all through, was far from the standard usually served up in this class of game. That Liverpool took a point away from Goodison Park was in a measure due to the woeful finishing of the home forwards. Let us not forget that the Anfielders were deprived of the services of Hanson after half an hour and it is acknowledged in present day football that to lose a man is to lose the game; but Liverpool battled along, overcame their handicap and secured a very valuable point. No goals were scored in the meeting of the city giants, yet they were there for the taking; but the football all through was of a negative quality. It lacked finality, and the goalkeepers had not a great deal to do. Scott made the greatest saves of the match when he held up a Stein shot of much power, and later when he prevented a stunning shot by Cunliffe from finding a home in his net. Liverpool seemed to be afraid of their position, and Everton gave me the impression that their two recent victories had given them a superiority complex. Whatever the cause, the game will be voted and quoted as the poorest derby seen for an age.
A Quiet Opening.
The game opened quietly; they very often do, only to blaze forth into a fury as it progresses; but this game never rose above mediocre. Everton were perhaps, the more crafty in their combination, but when they got near goal they simply had not a shot in their locker. To a great extent the Liverpool half-backs were responsible for Everton's poor forward display, for Bradshaw, McDougall, and Morrison were right at the top of their form, and you should all know what that means. Bradshaw was a tower of strength, and Johnson got little or no chance against him. When he did find a way beyond the Liverpool captain, he had to manceurve the ball over to his left foot, and he was not allowed any time to accomplish his desire. Of really good class movements there were few, and I saw innumerable mistakes and too much big kicking. The ball was far too much in the air. Kick it and trust to providence that a forward will get it. That seemed to me to be in the minds of some of the players. It was all so unlike what we have been brought up to when viewing these Derby games. Everton were undoubtedly the better side during the first half and the display of Stevenson pleased me quite a lot. Much that he did was the work of the true artist. He produced a dainty gliding pass, and he and Stein and Thomson were responsible for some of the clever movements of the day. The ex-Glasgow Rangers is a wee fellow, but he gave the tall Bradshaw many anxious moments by the fleetness of foot; but his shooting was of no account. He is however, a general provider, and was obtained because of his “fetching ability” rather than his big shot, Liverpool, during the half hour when they were at full strength, could not get the run of the ball. The forward line, although ably assisted by the men behind them, could not get moving in real battle array, and again it was the half back line which throttled down English and his co-forwards. Britton, Gee, and Thomson had the measure, and the speed of Niuewenhuys was not enough to beat the hard-hitting Cook.
Hanson Carried Off.
When Hanson had to be carried off on the back of Ephraim Longworth, and was afterwards earned that he was suffering from cartilage trouble, one naturally expected to see Everton do much better against a depleted Liverpool, but it was just the reverse for the Anfielders then showed their remarkable fighting qualities. They fought so well that they came to within an ace of scoring, and if any one forward could have produced a shot of any worth he might have scored, for Coggins in the Everton goal was uncertain. Once, when Nieuwenhuys was running through he left his goal, when he had no chance of beating the Liverpool winger in a race for the ball, “Nivvy” beat him and then centred square in front of the gaping goal. English, was thus presented with a great opportunity, even though he was partially covered by Williams, who eventually cleared. Liverpool deserved a point, if only because of their stern battle, when faced with a big handicap, and the high quality of some of Scott's saves. Two, in particular are well worth giving in detail. Stein was less than six yards out of goal when he hit a pile driver, but Scott turned the ball aside in a nonchalant manner as if it was only a very ordinary save, whereas it was a masterly effort. Then there was Cunliffe's shot. It looked any odds on the ball landing in the net, for Cunliffe's effort was a truly fine one, but the great little Irishman was not in the humour to allow anyone to beat him. He was the direct opposite to Coggins. Full of confidence, he came out when he should have done, and stayed in goal when it was his business to be there. Coggins seemed to be nervous. He did many strange things and was not made to pay the penalty. Several times be completely missed the ball when it came in from the wings, and more than once left his goal and even then did not link up with the ball, so it was well that Williams and Cook were staunch defenders.
The defence of each side was master of the opposing attack. Cunliffe maintains his good form, and I think this young man is going to make a name for himself. But I would place Stein first in the honours list of the Everton forwards, but he had to thank Stevenson and Thomson for many of his opportunities. The Liverpool forwards were below par. English rarely got a takenable ball and none came to his head. Even if they had there is just a possibility that he could have done little with them, for Gee, like Bradshaw, was very sound in his heading; in fact the former international has come right back to his best, but Britton was the artist of the line. He was a joy to behold. He could work the ball on a foot of hurt and then send his pass speeding to his man. He and Critchley had a fine first half, with the latter giving Scott a long-range shot to cope with. Teams: - Everton: - Coggins, goal; Williams and Cook, backs; Britton, Gee and Thomson (captain), half-backs; Critchley, Cunliffe, Johnson, Stevenson, and Stein, forwards. Liverpool: - Scott, goal; Tennant, and Done, backs; Morrison, Bradshaw (captain), and McDougall, half-backs; Nieuwenhuys, Hodgson, English, Taylor, and Hanson, forwards. Referee Mr. W. P. Harper, Stourridge.
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