AFTERMATCH OF THE GREAT LOCAL MEETING
Clues to the Blues and Reds.
Nine times has Dixie Dean got a goal when facing Tom Bradshaw in these famous “Derby” games, and much labour as Billy Dean has spent on these games, I don’t think he ever put quite so much heart into the games as he put on Saturday. There was a strange failure to link together in the Everton side; they did not start right, and got right by a very gradual process. Certainly Britton and Dean created the finale that put Liverpool out of the running, but Sagar had broken the hearts of the Anfield players and spectators by those superlative displays of goalkeeping such as he had shown at Bolton the week before. Sagar took some time to get “seasoned” to his work, and has in two games got right back to his best form. How strange that Hobson should three days before been hailed hero at the Chelsea ground by the Londoners, and now some would find fault with the first goal in which a Coulter threat probably unsighted Hobson regarding his handling of the incident; started by Cunliffe and carried on by Coulter.
Not Just Yet.
Coulter has not yet caught his bonniest plan of campaign. And he appeared a shade slow, as did both the Everton backs. What a strange match in many ways, yet what glory attached to the cleanliness and manliness of it all. Anfield’s inside forwards were not penetrative, yet nothing but Sagar kept Wright, Hanson, Phil Taylor, and McDougall from getting a goal apiece. Now look at the reverse side; Gillick and Dean have fine positional senses; they know each other’s second move; hence the new scheme by which the winger comes forward to take a semi-centre berth, Dean putting the ball forward, but not to the wing, Gillick ought to have had two simple goals this way, but this central idea is not carrying any weight if the shooter scooped the ball high over the bar. It is a new thing for a winger to become a half centre and take the centre’s pass –the sort of pass centre forwards nightly pray for! Not only is Coulter not quite “there” as in former years, but Cunliffe chosen for the inter-League games as twelfth man –a habit, I imagine, in view of the last three years of reserve service –is plainly not fit, and was out of touch with the whole game. Busby’s appearance made a difference to Liverpool that was electrical. I rubbed my eyes to consider whether this could be the side London had stated with unanimous voice. Busby had made a difference to everyone. They all knew they could find Busby and hand over the ball to him with perfect satisfaction and guresty Busby and Britton made this a joyous game, and fouls were so few and far between that when Busby committed one foul he begged his opponent’s pardon. Yet, I must mention one little bit of chat that went on at half-time, when the players were leaving the pitch, and in the public eye one saw Stevenson and Mercer “holding an inquest” over some point of play. In this quite wise, or is it in the proper quarter, I wonder?
Dabs has played in one of these games, and been on a hiding to nothing, but once more he never let his side down. McDougall had his best game of the season, and Bradshaw’s bad luck was characteristic of the team’s. He with Blenkinsop and Phil Taylor was in the all-fall-down school after Liverpool had done sufficient to win the game. Everton’s revival must be acknowledged, but the revival was helped to no mean degree by the occurrence of the first goal, also the Bradshaw fall when no one was near. No one was near, too, when the injured captain and Taylor went to earth. A pity, but there you are, the simple accidents are always the worst. Remember the man who broke my taxi window the night of the Portsmouth game? Well I have not heard from him regarding his impending apology. That is all I want and he need not sign his name and address. I have nothing but praise for both teams for their demeanour in this game. Referee Gould did his part well, but he could not have “lived” if the players had not gone into the game with a determination to set an example of clean play to the world, and play was not lean as a consequence of their good behaviours. Merseyside’s top teams were never so sporting as in 1936. I say that remembering one period when a defender was put in “to stop” an amateur. My part in that affair ended when a deputation of directors approached this firm and a notable gentleman asked for my dismissal and for the silence of the Echo. Otherwise the club would take their news to other quarters. Is that the price of our silence? Asked the Echo manager Mr. Allan Jeans. “Yes,” came the reply; and Mr. Jeans replied, “We are quite prepared to pay that price!” End of bidding! Hence my joy at the present day standard of fair play in Everton and Liverpool. Long may they reign and be ruled by the laws of the game and fair play.
A Gem From The Kop
First Kopite –“what they ought to is to harest those backs.
Second Kopite –“Who, what?”
First Kopite –“Arass those backs,”
Second Kopite –“Harris! No Arris playing today.
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