Roaring 20s by Wooltonian - part 1

Match 3

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1922 Liverpool vs Everton

“Amazing Derby Game led To Another Chapter In Fives”
“Bromilow’s Goal was one of Six”
“Chambers in Merry Mood, Turns Deficit into Colossal Victory”

“Derby Day” ! All roads lead to Anfield and a great game was in prospect.
It will be good news to all sports lovers to learn that four benefit matches have been granted to “Four of the best and Brightest” stars in the Liverpool camp.
Pool v Cardiff, October 21st, Bill Lacey’s benefit
Pool v Oldham, December 26th, Elisha Scott’s benefit
Pool v Middlesbrough, January 27th, D McKinlay’s benefit
Pool v Sheffield United, March 30th, Ephraim Longworth’s benefit.
All games to be played at Anfield.

The authorities have given permission for collections to be taken on the streets before and after games. And it is worthy of special note, that all collections will be pooled by the players. Thus they are united in football play and in benefit pay. Boxes at the turnstiles will call to spectators at each of the four matches, and I am opening a subscription list in the columns of the Echo, as the quartet benefit is an uncommon one and I know many people will be anxious to show their appreciation in the usual way. Also note, there is a junior Derby Day on Wednesday, when, at Anfield the two Liverpool teams will meet in deadly earnest.

Liverpool today ;
Scott, Longworth, McKinlay, McNab, Wadsworth, Bromilow, Lacey, Forshaw, Johnson, Chambers and Hopkin.

It was an admirable day for such a feastful game as Liverpool take on Everton at Anfield today.
The Anfielders have had some enormous attendances in their history, notably the West Ham Cup tie midweek, but today’s attendance can only be described as MASSIVE.
I would estimate the gate was worth at least £3500, a pretty sum in the times of depression. The crowd was all agog with excitement, for they had much to discuss in view of Liverpool’s defeat last week at Burnley and Everton’s double win over Cardiff.

Johnson was back in for Shone and McKinlay was ready to resume normal service at the back.
Everton had remained unchanged from the team that had leapt to prominence in the last fortnight. Referee Andrews had been awarded this match as he was recognised by all as a very strong referee. Players knew that he would stand no-nonsense, not that we ever get much “nonsense” nowadays in our Derby games. Our games were more noted for their Battle-type atmosphere where players made from granite plied their trade.

The day was gloriously fine, but all assembled knew this was the calm before the storm. The Anfield pitch was looking as good as it ever has before kick off, but I would think it would have as many scars as the players at full time. As usual there was a big early raid on the Kemlyn Road stand, which offers so good and close a view as one can get anywhere in the country. The buzz around the Spion Kop, was that Liverpool would be closing the gap in Derby History this game and the state of the market before kick off read ; Liverpool 12 wins, Everton 20 wins with 12 draws. The crowd had plenty to keep them interested before the battle commenced.
There were the boys who ignored the barbed wire to get in. There was the Postal band playing a merry jingle and there was also the latest method adopted for removing young boys from the top to the bottom of the kop. The assembled Dockers had formed their own umbrella method, by passing the lads over the top of heads, so the wee lads could reach their final destination by the wall at the front. Liverpool won the toss, thus ensuring they attacked their beloved Kop in the second half and also left Fern to be blinded by the mid afternoon sun, which was dazzling today.

At once Everton broke forward with Chedgzoy racing down the wing, his cross however was well beyond McDonald and Fleetwood who were both on their backsides after slipping on the dewy surface, but neither had come to any serious harm. Wadsworth revelled in his third game in eight days and his leading was particularly useful. The sun was effecting both sides, but the extreme wingers dancing in the shadows, made merry while the sun shone. Chedgzoy broke away again, a neat pass to Forbes saw the little Scottie back heel a corker to Harrison and in doing so left McNab dumbfounded, But Harrison’s strike on goal was well saved by Scott.

For the first few minutes all the action was on this side as Hopkin was also having one of his better days on the left wing. He was putting in crosses of great accuracy at every opportunity.
The first was headed on top of the net by Johnson, the following one just wide by Chambers. The third appeared to be punched backward by Johnson for Forshaw to hit the net, but the referee had spotted the dastardly deed.

Both goalkeepers in these early stages were very busy indeed. Ferns was tested by Chambers and Forshaw within minutes, but from the break of the latter effort Fleetwood sent a long range pile driver heading toward Scott. It was uncanny how Scott made great efforts look ordinary, one step to the left and the ball nestled in his grasp, no matter how fast it was approaching. McNab was showing some pace when he thundered a shot at the Everton goal only for it to be blocked. When the ball bounced clear he had to chase Harrison the length of the park to stop him from having a shot at the other end. Johnson broke through the centre, only for Everton to punt it immediately to Williams who gave McNab even more exercise, before he could catch his breath again.

The pace of this game was magnificent. Some idea of the enthusiasm being shown, in all quarters of the pitch, saw Longworth dribbling in the centre of the field against Fleetwood. Settle down Ephraim, you’ll get us all confused.

Next came a stunning drive from Irvine and then in two minutes the game took a deliberate turn.
Liverpool were right on the doorstep of success, thanks to a successful feint from Forshaw. He hammered the ball across to the middle and Johnson looked sure to score until Fern and he collided with a mighty crunch. McDonald walloped the ball clear over the stands into Mrs Molyneux’s back garden in Kemlyn road.
She would return the ball later, while complaining that it had scared one of her rabbits half to death. No stew tonight then.

From another thunderous boot up field minutes later, Williams broke clear and after a wonderful display of zig zag football, Williams poked it home from close range. Forbes had a hand in the goal and to my mind, the goal first arose from a missed back pass by McKinlay. Secondly through Scott being charged out of position and possession of the ball. The time of the first goal was 17 minutes, although it seemed like half an hour in all the excitement of the early stages. The enthusiasm of the Everton folk in the Stanley Park End rose to fever pitch. Liverpool on the other hand were startled at the unexpected turn of events.

Chambers was as wide in the manner that Chedgzoy was over the bar in the next two forays.
Considering the tackles that had been seen today, it was a minor miracle there had been no injuries so far, but within minutes, Raitt, Bromilow and Harrison all suffered battle wounds.
Tommy Fleetwood escaped all knocks and regularly ploughed through like a veritable youngster. But Peacock soon became the next casualty.
It was indeed a man's game.

Lacey was the next player to be flattened by a rough tackle by McDonald, but the referee decided this time it was serious enough to award a free kick. McKinlay’s bullet hit McDonald squarely on the chest, which saw him take a breather on his backside, before the ball was cleared by Fleetwood. Judged by the amusement on Fleetwood’s face when Lacey missed a perfect sitter minutes later, he was lucky to have survived his mistake. This should have been the leveller, but to be quite candid, Liverpool had been drafting too ornate plans to break the Everton defence, instead of shooting when the opportunity arose.

Everyone enjoyed watching the wing combination in league with the half-back, but one wanted to know when there would be a definite ending to one of these runs. Johnson was thinking about shooting when he was indulged in a pitch-and-toss affair. He escaped injury yet it seemed that he was out of luck, as when Lacey took advantage of a slip by McDonald, the Irishman’s pass being too square for Johnson to gather.

Liverpool were in the ascendancy for the final stages of the first half and Bromilow had a beautiful drive swing just outside the post. It was Bromilow’s birthday today and he wished for no finer present than a goal against the old foe. Forshaw also came close in the later stages, but he too was thwarted. Just before the whistle, the referee called a halt to play, to have a word with Hart and McNab. Manslaughter was forgivable, but these two were going at it like murderers.
Raitt also got a piece of the Referee’s mind, before he left the park for an earlier tackle on Hopkin.

Half time
Liverpool 0 Everton 1

Still twenty two on the park. Not bad, considering events made the battle of Waterloo look timid.

At the beginning of the second half Raitt decided to trip Chambers to stop him advancing. The referee gave him what we assume was his final caution. From the free kick Forshaw hit a sparkling left foot drive that went inches over. Two minutes later, Raitt decided to test the referee’s mettle, when once again, he tripped Chambers as he went forward. I can only assume it was his apology to Chambers that saved him from being asked to leave the park. As once again, the referee gave him his final, final warning. From this Chambers scored in a curious way.
I will try and explain from start to finish. Chambers takes his own free kick and passes to an offside Hopkin. Hopkin was allowed to continue and smashed his cross into Raitt’s face which went for a corner. Hopkins placed the corner and quickly crossed to the near post where Chambers was waiting. Chambers flick on header hit’s the bar. The ball comes off the bar, but in trying to catch it, Fern punched the ball into his own net.
In his joy at equalising, Chambers swung on to one of the uprights and hung on to it in a manner of a music hall horizontal bar performer. After witnessing this, I would suggest footballers leave acts like that on the circus circuit.

The fans at both ends now were reaching fever pitch. And then Raitt tested the patience of reds fans and the referee once again. Another stiff talking to by the referee, but this time including a finger pointed at the changing rooms. We thought he had been given his marching orders, but apparently Referee Andrews, he who would stand “No-Nonsense” had actually issued his Final, final, final last warning. Even I was curious now, what Raitt would do next. Would assassinating the linesman do the trick? He obviously had plans to go out early tonight and needed an early bath.

Two Chambers headers both came close, before a third cross was back headed by Forshaw into the path of McNab. He had all along been running ahead to make a sixth forward and now he found himself with a cross-grained shot and quite a good angle on goal. He fired in a ferocious shot, that hit the back of the net before Ferns had moved an inch. He celebrated his goal by leaping for joy and completing a Scottish Hornpipe. Editor's note: please don’t ask, I haven’t a clue.

McNab scored a rare goal

Needless to say, Liverpool now played with a confidence that was quite foreign to them prior to the equalising goal had arrived. The result was both McDonald and Raitt had a lot of work on their plates. McDonald cut across Forshaw and saved a certain goal. Raitt headed one off the line.
At this time the Liverpool defence started to take liberties, all saw themselves as attackers and often left McKinlay alone at the back. On one of these occasions McKinlay passed back to Scott with such venom, it brought a magnificent save out of Elisha. Scott was not amused by the accompanying wink and nod.

The next move was the move of the game. Lacey played a ball up to Johnson, who headed to Chambers. Chambers pushed the ball wide for the advancing Lacey. Lacey controlled the ball and played it back into the path of Chambers. “Smiler” Chambers thumped the ball home.
His grin was as big as a Cheshire cat. Two minutes later “Smiler” was at it again this time he hit a ball with so much swerve, Fern was a yard away from where the ball crossed the line.

McNab received a late caution when he put Hart off the pitch. Hart’s lightweight frame was no match for McNab when going full steam. Bromilow and Hart both finished the game hobbling doe to their war wounds. But pain was forgotten as the Birthday Boy Bromilow burst forward to score Liverpool’s fifth, when keeper Fern should really have caught the ball.

The crowd, following up on the suggestion in BEE’s Comments a fortnight ago, started the new chant of the Kop.

One Two, Three Four Five
One Two Three Four, FIVE-Nil
Although it seemed they had forgotten the earlier goal, hadn’t we all, it had seemed such a long time ago since Everton where taking part in this Derby.

Final Score : Liverpool 5 Everton 1

Comments of the day included.
Progress to the ground today, if not exactly rapid, was fairly swift. The old days of the four-wheelers are gone and we shall have penny tram fares soon.
As the ancients would say, “Speed the Plough”

And now for the harmless necessary jingle.
Thus it is :-

The champions and their neighbours came bounding on the ground,
They smiled like Smiler to see so many folks around,
“If all this wealth belonged to us”! - and then they simply frowned.

The player, once he’s started, knows the first half’s not the whole
He never looks behind him, but he knows that there’s a goal
And when he’s lost his bonus he cries, “god bless my Soul”

Though the money doesn’t matter, once the game is on the wing,
Yet the dropping of a quidlet leaves a nasty little sting,
And when he counts his wages, with the comforts that they bring,
He says “To hell with Hamlet, for the play is not the thing”

These are idle, halting verses, and their meaning may be vague
The reader may disdain them as a man abhors the plague
But the rambling, restless rhythm conveys a message true
That the better side should conquer, whether it be Red or Blue

Written by F.E.H in the football Echo

McKinlay’s back pass to Scott in the second half was probably the most powerful shot of the match, but I suppose you could forgive him after his earlier lightweight pass that led to Everton’s first goal. The goal was greeted with mixed emotions and a combined mix of joy and resentment was said to be heard at the Pier Head. Everton’s only glimmer of hope was supplied by the tireless efforts of the old war horse Fleetwood.

News of Christine's Nan going on first ever pre-season tour to Paris has it's doubters.

© Wooltonian 2005


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