April 21, 1914
It is only once in a decade that a football club has the honour of appearing in the final tie. Of course, there are clubs which have had more than one turn with the magnetic Final, but generally once in a way is the rule nowadays.
Is it not to be wondered at, therefore, that the contesting clubs on this occasion are putting forth every effort to gain possession of a trophy which more money has been spent during the past few season than on any other sport.
Both Liverpool and Burnley have their eye on the pot, and they say in effect, “We are going to win.”
With this spirit prevailing in the camps we are assured of a game worthy of the occasion.
The men are preparing for the great event, and if they are not in the fittest possible condition it will not be their fault.
The only doubtful starter up to now is Jerry Dawson, the Burnley keeper. He is not as well as the officials of the club would desire, but in the event of Dawson not being able to turn out Ronnie Sewell can be relied on. He is a very smart goalkeeper.
A Red letter week.
It is a red letter week as far as the players are concerned, and the Liverpool men at Chingford are making the most of what is undoubtedly looked upon as a holiday. They could not have had better weather had they ordered the special brand which is being served up at the present time.
The “Express” man has joined the party at Chingford, and personally I have entered into the spirit of the special training with a rare appetite. I am going to see if I can get thoroughly fit for a little game of golf I have in view.
In fact I am going to induce some of the players to give me some lessons during the week. I know that Thomas Fairfoull is a “nut” at the Royal game, and I believe a few of the others can drive and putt just a bit.
The players enjoyed the trip down yesterday, and they took matters quietly on arrival at the hotel, a game of billiard being enjoyed before they retired.
This morning broke gloriously fine, and the prospect of an excellent day tempted the players to be out and about before breakfast.
I discovered Tom Watson, the Liverpool manager, about early, long before any of the players had put in an appearance downstairs.
After a good journey they arrived at their headquarters at five o’clock last evening.
Mr. Watson added it was the intention to do practically the same in the way of training that was so successful in the semi-final. All the men were in earnest and keen to do their best. He felt quite confident that Saturday’s game would provide a good, hard contest.
Breakfast was ordered for nine o’clock, but prior to this the players were out of doors enjoying the bracing air.
(Evening Express: April 21, 1914)