April 29, 1905
Nearing the end.
The end approaches, and an eventful season is all but over. The Livers have but one more match to play, but that will not affect the issue. The club has reached once again the topmost pinnacle, and I sincerely hope will never again have to travel the hard, stony, way of the Second Division. The directors, Mr. Tom Watson, and the players, must all be congratulated, and I feel sure that they will receive more support than ever from the public.
Doncaster Rovers came, we saw them, and they gave us a fright. Really it seemed as if the despised of the League were going to take away a point from the prospective champions. Our forward line did not blend, and although the men attacked nearly the whole game through they only scored once. In the first half they shot badly, and in the second Tommy Thorpe, the Rovers’ custodian, gave a brilliant exposition of goalkeeping, so that the header of Sam Raybould’s, which clinched matters, was a welcome relief.
I fancy the men were holding themselves in reserve somewhat, and it would have been better had they displayed less anxiety. The game would probably have opened out more, and they would have had more space to fire at. However, the only regret is, that they did not put on a large number of goals, and so stand a chance of reaching the coveted century. The referee, Mr. Plastow, was new to Liverpool, but he was a decided success.
A great Saturday.
Saturday was a great day. The gate was enormous, and I should think there were more people in the ground than ever before. Manchester sent a big number, but their hopes had been damped by a little event the day before at Chesterfield, coupled with the success of their rivals of Trotterdom at Blackpool. Still the Mancunians boldly displayed their favours, and red and white umbrellas were conspicuously displayed. People took up every coign of vantage, and the roofs of houses in the neighbourhood were utilised by hardy and venturesome individuals, who did not wish to lose sight of a memorable game.
A hot encounter.
It was warm for football, but the players made the pace very hot, and for the first ten minutes there was little in it. Both attacked in turn, and Ned Doig had one or two scorchers to stop, rendered more difficult by a dazzling sun. Then the home team gradually assumed the upper hand, and it was apparent they would win. Their movements inspired confidence, which their finish did not belie. Two up in the first half, and two in the second satisfied all, and the championship and entry into the Upper circle was assured.
One of the extraordinary incidents was a bully in goal such as is rarely seen. Harry Moger was caught with the ball in his hands, and in a trice all the forwards were on him. He fell on the ball, and one wondered what would happen next. John Lewis solved the difficulty by stopping the game and throwing the ball up. For illegally kicking the ball before it touched the ground United were penalised, and the Reds received a free-kick just a dozen yards out. It was charged down and got away by the ubiquitous Charlie Roberts.
John Cox scored the first goal, Sam Raybould the other three, but the other forwards gave every assistance. Robert Robinson was in his first of the season form, and Tom Chorlton, who understudied Arthur Goddard injured the day before, put across lovely centres. Jack Parkinson was clever and bustled the United defence in rare style. But Alex Raisbeck rose to the occasion as he always does. He was brilliant, and completely overshadowed Roberts. Maurice Parry, George Fleming, Billy Dunlop, Alf West and Ned Doig all did their parts, and every man deserved the cheers which greeted the finish.
Sympathy must be extended to the United, but they were outplayed. Roberts worked hard, and Moger could not stave off the heaviest defeat they have yet received. Their forwards were completely held up by the Liverpool halves, while their own centre line could not withstand the rushes of the Reds. They were unfortunate in losing Jack Fitchett for half the game, but playing one back I believe saved them from still heavier defeat, as the homesters never really played the best game to circumvent them. Still their turn must come, as they have men at the head of affairs who are determined to carry the club through into the First Division, and rarely will there be a season with tree clubs so evenly matched.
League: Robert Robinson 23, Jack Parkinson 19, Sam Raybould 19, John Cox 9, Arthur Goddard 7, Tom Chorlton 3, Maurice Parry and Alex Raisbeck 2 each; Billy Dunlop, Joe Hewitt, Richard Morris, John Carlin, Alf West, and Ernie Mulineux (Burslem Port Vale, own goal) 1 each. Total: 90.
English Cup-Ties: Arthur Goddard 1, Jack Parkinson 1.
(Joint Everton and Liverpool Match Programme: April 29, 1905)