September 3, 1915
The kick-off set for the morrow, and, despite the absence of the usual League furore and boom, there will doubtless be a great rush through the turnstiles for the winter pastime, whether it be of competitive or “friendly” spirit, which is bound to act as a tonic to the workers who have the afternoon off.
Everton’s team has already been under the practices trial, and it would seem that the local crowd will have an opportunity to exorcise their lungs freely over “Goals” as Clennell and others are getting the bull’s-eye very frequently and are not afraid to risk a shot. The crowd love goals and pretty football, and they will not be desperately anxious to suggest that players shall get rid of the ball – as in former days when couponitis was its highest command. By the way, I have heard that coupons are being issued again this season.
Well, Everton will turn out a team that will attract, even though Bobby Parker, Jimmy Galt, and George Harrison are absent. As a matter of fact, Parker with Tany Craig is making munition goods at Weir’s Works, Cathcart, two of Partick Thistle’s players being shopmates. Jimmy Galt chairman of the Lorne Cinema House, Limited, and in his absence he was congratulated the annual meeting of the company on his devotion to duty, wishes being expressed for his safe return. The three names excepted, Everton have really no change of note, and therefore the standard football should of high class.
The kick-off is fixed for 3.30, and when these teams turn out I expect they’ll get a hearty reception from a big crowd: –
Everton: Tommy Fern, Bob Thompson, Jock Maconnachie, Tom Fleetwood, Billy Wareing, Allan Grenyer, Sam Chedgzoy, Billy Kirsopp, Tommy Nuttall, Joe Clennell, Joe Donnachie.
Bury: Tom McDonald, Jimmy Thomson, Charles Chorlton, Alex Culshaw, Billy Humphreys, Teddy Bullen, Ted Connor, Bob Heap, Jack Lythgoe, J. Ingham, Mason.
Liverpool are motoring to Bolton, as that means of transit gives the players a trifle more time than would be allowed if train were taken. The men are keen upon doing big things, and it is believed that while the defence will be safe the forward line will be a sparkling one.
The football player, generally speaking, has taken the ruling of the F.A. without serious grumbling, although, in Liverpool especially, men have good grounds for raising complaint against the state of affairs. Still, the men are going on with the game, and in that they show the real sport-spirit.
I chanced to meet one Liverpool player a few days ago. The docks of Liverpool are immensely large, yet at my first visit to them for many moons I was touched on the arm by a swarthy-looking worker. He was none other than Ephraim Longworth, who, of a surety, would soon settle to business anywhere any time, for is there a hard working footballer in the land than “Eef,” as he is called?
Bolton will know all about that trait in his character to-morrow, for all games come alike to him. Like Jack Taylor, he views all friendly and other matches as cup-ties! Longworth is a Bolton man, and the Wanderers missed a rare chance when they let him slip off to Leyton.
These are the teams engaged at Burnden Park, and a tussle should be the outcome: –
Liverpool: Kenneth Campbell, Ephraim Longworth, Sam Speakman, James Scott, Walter Wadsworth, Donald Mackinlay, Alex McGhie, David “Dai” Williams, Fred Pagnam, James Henderson, James Dawson.
Bolton Wanderers: Joe Lonsdale, Sam Greenhalgh, Skippobotham, Bob Glendenning, Walter Rowley, Entwistle, Walker, Tom Buchan, Tom Hesmondhalgh, Dobitt, George Guy.
(Liverpool Echo: September 3, 1915)