September 17, 1892
Indeed, it was a real treat on Saturday to see the old ground looking so comfortable. Instead of a think sprinkling of spectators here and there, the stands were all alive. I believe that over 5,000 passed through the turnstiles. Those who were present had nothing to regret, as they received good value for their money in witnessing a hardly-contested game, ending in a good win by 2 to 1.
True, there were intervals when there was more vigour than real science, but this was not begotten through ignorance of the fine points of the game. On the contrary, it was through over-eagerness to score. When the trainer, or whatever he was, who accompanied the visiting team put in an appearance, his breast glittering in the sunlight with the players’ medals, it was easy to see that Stockton, like other clubs, have gone in for raising an eleven with which they hope to do some big things. On this occasion they were defeated but they are sure to have more wins than losses, bar accident, before the end of the season.
Owing to the absence of the redoubtable Billy Townley the men in the front rank were re-shuffled in their position, Robert McClung and Jack Jones going on the right, Cooper taking the outside position on the left, and Bill Crawford inside. The rest of the players took their places as given on the card.
On the home side John Miller’s place was again taken by Malcolm McVean, and the latter’s position was filled by a man named Glen. The combination worked fairly well, but not as it ought to do, and at least two chances from passes close to goal from Thomas Wyllie were missed through the players not spurting in in line.
Wyllie scored one of the points, yet had he been in Thursday’s form this modest score would hardly have represented the net result of his efforts. The loss of the toss made a considerable difference at the start to the home team, as the sun was very strong right in their eyes. The only goal which Stockton got was a soft thing by McClung, which ought not to have come off.
The alacrity with which Stockton replied to Everton’s score was a very meritorious performance. Great cheering took place when the home team again drew ahead. Andrew Hannah and Duncan McLean covered the goal splendidly after the downfall, and so Sydney Ross had very little to do. An excited partisan close me fairly roared with delight as he observed Jones and McClung tearing along the left.
“Watch them run round Hannah!” he yelled. But we watched in vain, as Andrew was not to be had, and by hook or crook the ball was sent the other way. James McBride and Joe McQue again came in for applause, which was decidedly deserved. John Cameron did some good work also, Glen did not appear to get into the other men’s style sufficiently to do good service, and the cries of “Pass the ball” should be a warning to him.
McDermid and Shaw played capital football. Hulton and Baillie were also well to the fore. The forwards passed very well when they god the chance, which was not very often, as the halves stuck well to their men. Ramsay is a capable goalkeeper, yet I like to see a man in that position get rid of the ball a bit quicker.
I am sorry I cannot say a good word for our man. He may improve, but at the present he shapes badly when compared with the men we have seen between the same posts during the last couple of seasons, to with Robert Smalley, David Jardine, and Jackson.
(Cricket and Football Field, by ‘Mickey Free’ : September 17, 1892)