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THE THREE-TWO DERBY DAY AT ANFIELD
Bee’s Notes.
Some time ago Liverpool beat Everton 7-4. The result sheet could have been similar on Saturday. Everton twice struck the woodwork, twice Dean landed back a pass to Stevenson to crack beautiful goals, and Phil Taylor having shown his control and ability to go through single-handled missed his way with the choice chances. The verdict of 3-2 sufficed for the harassed Liverpool followers and I am perhaps indebted to this surprise victory for freedom from a car crash. You see, our party got wedged in the crowd just outside the Lake-road stand, and for a time suggestions of overturning, threats of smashing fell on our ears. Fortunately the packed crowd eventually took compassion on us and no real damage was done. The experience was not nice, nor was the memory of some booing that went on in this grand game from both sides. The marked men at the start was Dabbs, who hurt Gillick. Everton’s soundest and surest raider till his jaw was affected. Later on younger Jones saw “Red” and did many things without bar of spectator or referee till the moment came late on when he, too, was booed. It was a thousand pities such a grand game, taken in the best spirit by all others concerned, should be tarnished in this way. For weeks Liverpool had been on the slide. Overnight I felt in my own mind Everton would have a Palais Glide to victory over their rivals. The recall of Riley and Bradshaw meant much; but the memory of the forward line’s ideas of goal-making and goal-taking had been indelibly writ upon my mind. How could they get goals by such methods? What hope was there? And would a Dean, Stevenson or other member be baulked one, during the day? That was the overnight gallop of thought. The following afternoon showed us one can never be certain of these local “Derby” day meetings. Wearing down Everton’s first fruity five minutes, keeping the issue clear to the end when Everton were pilling on the agony in the last 10 minutes, notably by Mercer’s forward play and Coulter’s best response, Liverpool can be said to have fought with a timely strength and virility where timidity had been noticeable in previous weeks.
Stevenson’s Goals.
One could not wish to be more enthusiastic about goals then when Stevenson banged home two beauties, the result of the Dean offertory. Liverpool’s goals were not so pretty. There was the header Howe delivered, there was the ball under the body for Sagar from Phil Taylor, and finally there was Balmer’s finale which lacked pace, scrambled its way against the upright, and landed in –not a picture goal, yet a perfect answer to those who have so openly expressed their anti-views about Balmer’s possibilities. The formation of a goal is not so very important; every goal has its blot, if one of the other side touches the ball. However, the goals counted, and those who had decried Balmer’s game had to confess here was his greatest game since leaving Everton and joining up with Liverpool –a curiously ironic time to make his mark! And how odd this game went in other directions. Surely Hanson has never been better served with the through and forward pass than in this game. And the response there; too, was not exactly Hansonian. On the other wing, Nivvy spurred sprinted and splurted, only to how once more he has lost his angled shot and is finding the side-net instead of the back of the net. Having said that let us do discredit to Sagar for two of the timeliest of catches he made when Nivvy was about to send over a golden chance to his forwards. Goalkeeping was the most difficult of all jobs on Saturday, because the water-logged ground caused the ball to play tricks, and the shooter-ball is the most dangerous of all to handle. Riley looked surprised when one from Dean appeared to be passing out and touched the foot of the upright. Cunliffe’s best took the paint off the woodwork, and Coulter’s effort to complete the goal was inches too high. This was a fluctuating flying game with splendid working of the ball in the heaviest of mud-turves. It was a match in which everyone deserved the greatest praise.
“One For The Losers”
Liverpool do not bother about a vote of thanks –the welcome two points after a dreary passage of two months are sufficient enthusiasm for them. They had earned these points too, by means of the half-back strength in everyone of the three positions. The work of Cooper was also of striking character, and in the forward line there was a notion of movement and forwardness quite uncommon for those members. Everton-nevertheless merit praise for their continued effort; for their stocky back division; for the hold-up down the middle and for Mercer’s prime display. Britton has rarely had as hard a task –the ball seemed to be put just out of his reach all the time. In attack Dean was plainly below form, and his display gave colour to the suggestion bout his being able to play t all. Gillick did no good from the time he was thrown, and thus the attacking five became the Unitarian Two –Stevenson and Coulter –the former’s shooting being of outstanding ability and direction; while Coulter, having cleared the Cooper fence, was always dangerous with his swinging centre. The division between winners and losers was at half-back; and I pass a vote of thanks to both sides for a priceless afternoon’s sport, spoiled –I must say it again, sickening though it may seem to some concerned –for a moment by quite unnecessary fouls by Dabbs and Jones.
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Bee’s Notes.
Some time ago Liverpool beat Everton 7-4. The result sheet could have been similar on Saturday. Everton twice struck the woodwork, twice Dean landed back a pass to Stevenson to crack beautiful goals, and Phil Taylor having shown his control and ability to go through single-handled missed his way with the choice chances. The verdict of 3-2 sufficed for the harassed Liverpool followers and I am perhaps indebted to this surprise victory for freedom from a car crash. You see, our party got wedged in the crowd just outside the Lake-road stand, and for a time suggestions of overturning, threats of smashing fell on our ears. Fortunately the packed crowd eventually took compassion on us and no real damage was done. The experience was not nice, nor was the memory of some booing that went on in this grand game from both sides. The marked men at the start was Dabbs, who hurt Gillick. Everton’s soundest and surest raider till his jaw was affected. Later on younger Jones saw “Red” and did many things without bar of spectator or referee till the moment came late on when he, too, was booed. It was a thousand pities such a grand game, taken in the best spirit by all others concerned, should be tarnished in this way. For weeks Liverpool had been on the slide. Overnight I felt in my own mind Everton would have a Palais Glide to victory over their rivals. The recall of Riley and Bradshaw meant much; but the memory of the forward line’s ideas of goal-making and goal-taking had been indelibly writ upon my mind. How could they get goals by such methods? What hope was there? And would a Dean, Stevenson or other member be baulked one, during the day? That was the overnight gallop of thought. The following afternoon showed us one can never be certain of these local “Derby” day meetings. Wearing down Everton’s first fruity five minutes, keeping the issue clear to the end when Everton were pilling on the agony in the last 10 minutes, notably by Mercer’s forward play and Coulter’s best response, Liverpool can be said to have fought with a timely strength and virility where timidity had been noticeable in previous weeks.
Stevenson’s Goals.
One could not wish to be more enthusiastic about goals then when Stevenson banged home two beauties, the result of the Dean offertory. Liverpool’s goals were not so pretty. There was the header Howe delivered, there was the ball under the body for Sagar from Phil Taylor, and finally there was Balmer’s finale which lacked pace, scrambled its way against the upright, and landed in –not a picture goal, yet a perfect answer to those who have so openly expressed their anti-views about Balmer’s possibilities. The formation of a goal is not so very important; every goal has its blot, if one of the other side touches the ball. However, the goals counted, and those who had decried Balmer’s game had to confess here was his greatest game since leaving Everton and joining up with Liverpool –a curiously ironic time to make his mark! And how odd this game went in other directions. Surely Hanson has never been better served with the through and forward pass than in this game. And the response there; too, was not exactly Hansonian. On the other wing, Nivvy spurred sprinted and splurted, only to how once more he has lost his angled shot and is finding the side-net instead of the back of the net. Having said that let us do discredit to Sagar for two of the timeliest of catches he made when Nivvy was about to send over a golden chance to his forwards. Goalkeeping was the most difficult of all jobs on Saturday, because the water-logged ground caused the ball to play tricks, and the shooter-ball is the most dangerous of all to handle. Riley looked surprised when one from Dean appeared to be passing out and touched the foot of the upright. Cunliffe’s best took the paint off the woodwork, and Coulter’s effort to complete the goal was inches too high. This was a fluctuating flying game with splendid working of the ball in the heaviest of mud-turves. It was a match in which everyone deserved the greatest praise.
“One For The Losers”
Liverpool do not bother about a vote of thanks –the welcome two points after a dreary passage of two months are sufficient enthusiasm for them. They had earned these points too, by means of the half-back strength in everyone of the three positions. The work of Cooper was also of striking character, and in the forward line there was a notion of movement and forwardness quite uncommon for those members. Everton-nevertheless merit praise for their continued effort; for their stocky back division; for the hold-up down the middle and for Mercer’s prime display. Britton has rarely had as hard a task –the ball seemed to be put just out of his reach all the time. In attack Dean was plainly below form, and his display gave colour to the suggestion bout his being able to play t all. Gillick did no good from the time he was thrown, and thus the attacking five became the Unitarian Two –Stevenson and Coulter –the former’s shooting being of outstanding ability and direction; while Coulter, having cleared the Cooper fence, was always dangerous with his swinging centre. The division between winners and losers was at half-back; and I pass a vote of thanks to both sides for a priceless afternoon’s sport, spoiled –I must say it again, sickening though it may seem to some concerned –for a moment by quite unnecessary fouls by Dabbs and Jones.
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