September 24, 1892
After the draw for the various cups this season, and old acquaintance remarked, “Begorrah, ‘Mickey,’ your new club has a couple of soft things for the County and National cups.” “Just howld back yer leg a bit,” ses I, “until it’s all over, and the I’ll tell you all about it.” He looked as if he didn’t exactly see my way of reasoning. Perhaps he will now. Well, one of the so-called soft things came off on Saturday, and by the same token there wasn’t much of the soft substance about it. One thing were certain and mistake, viz., that Jimmy Gee, the Central goalkeeper, was about as hard a nut to crack as any that the Liverpool forwards may meet with during the season. The backs gave a good account of themselves, both Tom Smith and Bethel Robinson (pity they hadn’t a Brown and Jones in the halves!). My old friend Bethel was as juvenile as ever, but do what they would, and they received considerable assistance from John Mayor, the left-half, they could not prevent the ball flying into goal. J. Gee was the shining light of the team. His splendid defence saved his side from as severe a slating as ever they received. I find after writing so far that I have begun at the wrong end, but, sure as that is only natural, I’ll begin at the beginning by way of a change. ‘Twas a lovely day, and the crowds rolled up to the old entrances by thousands. By a mild computation we fixed the gate at six thousand, and I shall go bail that six thousand better pleased spectators never left a football field at the end of a match than those on this occasion. There was a slight alteration in the places of a couple of the team. Andrew Kelvin – I don’t know whether he comes from the bonnie grove of the same name or not – acquitted himself very well at right half-back, instead of outside left. Glen, I think, took his place. I was pleased to see John Miller in his place at centre. He was not up to his usual form, but his style succeeds so admirably in keeping the others cool that his presence made itself felt. Andrew Hannah was obliged to place his men with their faces to the sun, and no sooner had the whistle sounded than a hard-fought game began.
The battle raged all over the field, but the tendency was invariably towards the visitors’ goal. While Gee’s goalkeeping was the feature of the Southport play, so on the other hand was the shooting of the Liverpool forwards. It was a marvel that the Southport goal remained intact up to half-time. Hannah and Duncan McLean were on the alert, whilst James McBride and Joe McQue were in grand form, in fact the latter was almost brilliant at times. The general work of the back division left Sydney Ross with nothing to do whatever.
After crossing over Liverpool went to work with increased determination, yet quite ten minutes elapsed before the trick was done. Jock Smith, after a fine dribble, dodged Bethel and beat Gee amid great cheering. It was a most meritorious performance. The gaining of this point was the climax as Southport were now fairly pumped by their efforts. McLean had to leave the field to have his arm bandaged up, but like the plucky fellow he is, he returned again, and did a lot of excellent work in repulsing the polite attention of Fleetwood and Jack Platt. I don’t want to see the latter play again. When spectators are obliged to hoot a man for his tactics they can’t be good. Close on time a grand scrimmage took lace in the Southport goal, and Liverpool added a second point, thus winning a hard game in fine style. So now, Mr. Editor, the Liverpool boys are ready for the next round.
(Source: Cricket and Football Field: September 24, 1892)