Blues worsted on their own pitch

February 8, 1913
Something like 45,000 spectators witnessed the match at Goodison Park this afternoon between the two Liverpool teams. Apart from the almost ideal conditions prevailing – springlike weather with occasional outbursts of glorious sunshine – the game was made all the more attractive by reason of the fact that Everton tried their new Irish player, Houston as leader of the attack. Browell was moved to inside left in place of Frank Bradshaw, who was injured a week ago. The only change from Wednesday’s Cup tie team was the appearance of Holbem at right full-back in place of William Stevenson at right fullback, Fleetwood doing duty in place of Billy Wareing. Liverpool, on the other hand, were at full strength.

The Teams:
Everton: James Caldwell, Walter Holbem, Jock Maconnachie, Val Harris, Tom Fleetwood, Harry Makepeace, George Beare, Frank Jefferis, John Houston, Tommy Browell, William Davidson.
Liverpool: Kenneth Campbell, Ephraim Longworth, Robert Crawford, Harry Lowe, Ernest Peake, Bob Ferguson, Arthur Goddard, Arthur Metcalf, Jack Parkinson, Tom Miller, William Lacey.

Enthusiasm was at usual at a high pitch, and the colours of the respective clubs were freely worm by their ardent followers. Half-an-hour before the time for commencement all the open spaces were filled and mounted police were on the ground preventing in the nature of crushing at the various entrances.

Liverpool Lively.
The game opened with some dashing play by the Liverpool men. Parkinson after receiving from Peake, placed to Metclafe, who in turn sent out to Goddard, the latter rushing in and striking the far side post with a grand shot. It was a narrow escape for the Blues and the Reds were loudly cheered. Campbell had to save a long shot from Harris, and then Parkinson galloped away to the other end. He passed back to Miller, but the latter’s shot was intercepted by Holbem. The ball was quickly taken to the Liverpool quarters, and receiving from Browell. Davidson, got in a dangerous short-range shot which Campbell kept out smartly. Everton were forcing matters right in front of the Liverpool goal, when Harris drove in strongly, his shot being charged down by one of the backs.

A Smart Pace.
Despite the heavy going ground, a smart pace had been set up right from the start, and all the players were as keen as mustard. A rush to the Everton end ended in Caldwell having to spring into the air to clear a dangerous centre from Goddard. Goddard was again prominent, and from a another of his fine centres Metcalf should have scored, but he shot was sadly lacking in force. Liverpool came again in determined fashion. Fleetwood doing effective work with his head when in a tight corner. Parkinson next got clean past Holbem, but he made a poor attempt to get the better of Maconnachie, who eventually got the ball away with his head. Then Houston came into the picture. He cleverly tricked Crawford and dashed ahead, finally placing to Beare. The latter’s centre, however, brought nothing tangible. A free kick was given against Liverpool in a dangerous position, only for Harris to place aimlessly behind. The vast crowd was being provided with exhilarating football, and they were not slow to show appreciation on one occasion Houton came in for a storm of cheering. He cleverly worked his way round Crawford only to come grit against the sturdy Ferguson.

Crowd Displeased.
The referee was not pleasing the crowd with his versions of the offside rule, and he had to put up with considerable booing but did not seen to mind. Fleetwood dispossessed Miller when the player had visions of finding the net. In the next Liverpool attack Ferguson tried a long shot the ball grazing the crossbar. A clever bout of passing was next seen between the Everton inside forward only for Longworth to tip in and clear his lines. A slight stoppage followed through Everton Ferguson being disabled. Goddard was making tracks for the Everton goal when Maconnachie stopped his career, when a second or two later Caldwell had to field a swift shot from Metcalf . Then came another stoppage through Fleetwood receiving the full force of the ball in the body. Both sets of halves were displaying worrying tactics, and so far neither of the keepers had been overburdened with work. Crawford fouled Beare rather harshly, and he was loudly booed.

Reds Draw Blood.
The game had been in progress twenty-five minutes when Parkinson drew first blood for the Reds. A capital pass from Goddard gave Parky his opportunity. He dashed clean between the backs and scored with a low shot, which completely beat Caldwell. It was a dashing bit of play, and the Reds were loudly cheered. Houston next netted the ball with a header, but unfortunately the point did not count, the referee’s whistle having previously blown for offside. The Everton forwards were now playing with great dash, and from a well-placed corner kick by Davidson. Campbell had to rush out and clear. Crawford was allowing the vigour of the game to upset his temper, and once or twice he was guilty of over robust tactics. Campbell next had to save a hot shot from Beare, and immediately following Goddard got in a clever sprint, Metcalf placing just wide.

A Duel.
Beare and Crawford were next engaged in an interesting duel, the Everton forward coming out on top and getting in a capital centre. The Reds returned to the attack, and Parkinson was given possession in a good position, but his shot was distinctly feeble. Then Liverpool gained a corner kick and from a pass by Peake, Goddard placed over the bar with a header. At times there was a fair amount of feeling amongst the players, one or two unpleasant incidents escaped the notice of the referee. The first half had produced some capital football, and there had been little to chosen between the teams on the general run of the play. Houston the new Everton player, had done several smart things, but he had not been given much latitude, Peake keening a watchful eye on him. Just before half-time he got in a likely header, which Campbell kept out smartly.

Half-time Everton 0 Liverpool 1.

Second Half.
Liverpool opened the second half with a sprinted raid on the Blues’ goal and after Holbem had been beaten Harris was only just in time to prevent Miller going through. The Everton forwards soon found their proper stride. Beare dashed away and his accurate centre was badly missed by Jefferis. In the next Everton attack Houston made a valiant attempt to get through, but his final shot was diverted wide of the goal. Parkinson was tripped by Fleetwood, but the incident escaped the notice of the referee. Another onslaught by Everton saw Jefferis swing over to Davidson, who headed over the bar before being brought down by Longworth. Houston had not been given many openings, but he was given one glorious opportunity, which he failed to make use of. Harris placed the ball right in front of him, and Houston, with only

The Keeper to Beat.
Shot wide of the target. Campbell made a splendid save from Beare, while a few seconds later Browell was loudly cheered for a thirty yards’ pot shot, which, hit the crossbar. Houston rushed up, but he had the misfortune to handle the ball before placing into the net.

Neither side relaxed efforts, and Miller in one lively rush was injured, and the game had to be stopped for a few moments. There was another stoppage soon afterwards through Miller and Harris banging their heads together much to each other’s discomfort. Miller at this stage took the outside left berth, and Lacey went to the inside position. Goddard next beat Makepeace right in the goal area, but instead of banging the ball into the net he foolishly passed back Caldwell rushing out and saving.

Liverpool’s Second Goal.
There was great excitement over Liverpool’s second goal, which came twenty minutes from the end. Parkinson got possession on the half-way line, and he was almost on a level with the Everton backs. He dashed clear in front of him and scored with a strong shot. It was a great effort, and the crowd cheered and waved their hats. This further success put new life into the Liverpool players, and in the next few minutes the Everton goal had several narrow escapes. Caldwell kept out likely shots from Metcalf and Lacey, and Parkinson, after individual efforts succeeded in getting the better of Maconnachie, only to finally place wide. Another dangerous attack was led by Parkinson, who placed to Metcalf who with only the keeper to beat shot wide. Liverpool continued to force matters, and Metcalf made a valiant attempt to rush, the ball through, but failed. One breakaway by the Everton forwards saw Houston dashing for goal, only to be smartly pulled up by Crawford. Liverpool continued to harass the Everton defence.

Final result Everton 0 Liverpool 2. Goal-scorers. Liverpool Parkinson (2).

Caustic Comments.
By Rover.
The weather suggests the above headlines. Everything and everybody is wreather in smiles and Mr. Cuff, with his notorious business acument, has again made excellent arrangements for housing the big crowd. And the playing pitch –all spie and span –reflects every credit upon those who were responsible for its recovery after the churning experience of Wednesday last. Topics of the moments will the Anfielders reproduce the brilliant form they exhibited at Woolwich? And will the Blues have recovered sufficiently after their mid-week grueling? Bonhomie and cheery optimism appears to be the stock in trade of the patient partisans of the respective clubs.

The Everton directors have been racking their cerebral pulp all week. They finally decided on their side last night, and as the “Express had it” Houston was to lead the van. There they come, and what a reception! Does one good to hear such applause. And what tense excitement when Liverpool got down and Goddard flashed the ball against the upright. Nearest thing in the world. The Reds’ early form was promising enough, but breaking away. Davidson’s shot struck Campbell, and thus fortune was levelled up. Footwork was clever and effective on both sides of the best to be had. The “specs” were consequently having a good time.”

Who said Goddard was a back number? His work just was brilliant Mac did not relish Park’s hausting. Near thing. Howls. But the “ref” saw his mistake and made the only amends he could. But it was rough on Parky. Verdict after fifteen minutes. A very good game and not much between them. Houston has been fitting in all right, but has not displayed anything of a starting nature up to now. The Irish International, however, looked like running through a moment later, after he defeated Longworth, but he had to reckon with Ferguson, who displayed splendid judgement in falling back. Twenty minutes gone, and there was every indication of the early excellence of the play being sustained by both sides. Thrills again. Lacey skimmed the bar from a corner kick.

Mac In Difficulties.
“Mac” in difficulties again, but –any port in a storm. However, Metcalf came near “doing it” from the throw in. Browell, who had cottoned on to this new position with much success, was often in the picture. Some of his passes were par excellence, and interlarded with the ordinary were clever overhead touches that Davidson fully relished. A short conversation by the “ref” and Crawford to the accompaniment of yelis. Come, Crawford, quite unnecessary. Half an hour and the exact dos synchronized with a goal to Liverpool. Goddard opened the movement and put to Parky, who from almost half-way went past the backs and beat Caldwell with a low shot.

Talk about lungs. Why, those of the Anfielders’ supporters must surely have been leather lined. And the other fellows, too, were in evidence a couple of minutes later, but unluckily for them Houston’s header past Campbell was annulled to offside. Beare away again, and this time Crawford showed that he can play the legitimate game. Pity he had hitherto lost himself. Liverpool forwards were still the more business like side. Both Lacey and Goddard were near the mark. Well played, Ferguson! Clever indeed. “Parky” prominent just now –but in the offside business.

Half-time with Liverpool one up, and none of the spectators could honestly begrudge them their success. Everton’s half-back play had not been up to the mark. But the Blues were the more fancy, and Houston’s distribution quite a feature. The ex-Linfield player, however, missed a chance of a lifetime by lifting wide of the mark. Beare had a glorious opening and failed similarly while Houston handled the ball after Browell had shot against the crossbar, and his netting of the ball was promptly disallowed. People who desired and better football than was being served must be gluttons. The one bright particular star among many was Arthur Goddard. Oh, what a chance. No one up to take Goddard’s pass, and only a yard or two from goal. Another outburst, and a second goal for Liverpool. And it was of a brilliant order too, Parky was again the hero, after sprinting over half the field.

Only one team in it just now, but it was over-eagerness that prevented Lacey from putting on a third. Parky again –great excitement –but made a mistake this time in not parting to Goddard, and the chance was lost.
(Source: Evening Express: February 8, 1913; by ‘Cosmo’)


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