September 12, 1892
A grand day, a splendid gate, and a good game in the summer of my visit to Anfield Road on Saturday. Old Sol tried his best to make amends for his shortcomings last Saturday, and all were glad to see him except the players themselves. It was indeed a grand day, and the gate – well, instead of reckoning it by bare hundreds it actually ran into the thousands. Three thousand was about the figure shortly after the kick-off, and it was quite pleasing to see the spacious stand at the Oakfield Road end well-filled.
The tide will still flow, and why should it do otherwise? What the spectators want for their money is value, and real value they will assuredly get from the Liverpool players. I am sure, sir, no one went away disappointed with the exhibition they witnessed, and I would remind those who would seek to unfavourably compare the new organisation with the more mature one that “Rome was not built in a day,” nor did Everton team rise to its present state of proficiency in a season. Let them remember that the Liverpool team is only of one year’s creation, and requires a little time to get properly set.
But to the game. Stockton is a team of no mean order, and their prowess is well-known. Already this season they have taken down Middlesbrough Ironopolis, the vanquishers of Liverpool, and doubtlessly thought they could repeat the dose here, but were sadly out of reckoning. Andrew Hannah failed in the toss of the coin, and had to array his men in front of a scorching sun. The game from beginning to the end of the first half was of a most even character, the pace being tremendous, and the knocks hard. Both Charlie Ramsey and Sydney Ross, the respective goalkeepers, had plenty to do, and did that plenty well as a rule, though the latter was sadly at fault for allowing the visitors to score. Still accidents will happen in the best of regulated families, and I still think Ross will be found all there when occasion requires.
Malcolm McVean opened Liverpool’s account amid great rejoicing, but hardly had the cheers subsided ere Ross was non-plussed and the score made equal. It was in the second half, however, that the home team showed their superiority. The visitors had indeed a hot time of it, and the bombardment was very vigorous.
Try as they would the homesters could not get home. Ramsey was a regular Trojan, and he received capital aid from Bob Shaw and Robert McDermid. Like Horatius and his daunties two who kept the Tuscans at bay in the brave days of old, this trio repeatedly drove back the invaders. But in time they were forced to succumb, Thomas Wyllie being responsible for the second point. Shots poured in from right and left but without effect, and although the visitors occasionally got into the home territory they were never dangerous.
A fast and very well fought game terminated in Liverpool’s favour by two goals to one. The home players all acquitted themselves well, though the van is missing the presence of John Millar. Stockton’s chief forte was their defence, and too much praise could not be bestowed on this department for their fine exhibition.
(Source: Field Sports: September 12, 1892)