September 18, 1916
There was plenty to interest the worker on Saturday. The football fare was generally keen, and always provided some point which might form a basis of discussion.
For example, at Anfield we had Pagnam penalised for what I imagine the referee termed “ungentmanly conduct.” If the referee did not ball in that rule then I fail to see by what process he could order a free kick. Pagnam, in a moment of boisterousness, pretended to do a sort of hop-skip-and-a-jump so that the opponent should be put of his mark.
Then there was Master Aldred, a deaf and dumb player, who played moderately, and could not gather all that was said to him, finally being placed at half-back by David Wilson, who became a forward, and when charging ahead had a chance of rushing his former “mate,” Ted Taylor.
Wilson, instead of charging, simply did a fancy run-on – much to the amusement of the brawny Balmoral man. Aldred may yet come under the ruling of the referee in regard to his pants. They were more lik bathing-slips, and Charles Roberts never showed as much thigh as Aldred.
There were other points, one of which was approaching a fisticuffs match. All through the game there was too much scrummaging. The players enjoyed their game doubtless, but the scrum work led to tempers being ruffled. Another fact which local folk had to discus was the debut of Lewis, who, while opening out slowly, “came to” towards the finish, and showed that he had for a fellow his age a fair amount of football in him. He was desperately anxious to score, and twice his efforts needed a semblance of screw that older players would have imparted to their shots.
Cunliffe and he should get on well together, but I hope the extreme men will curb their interest in goal-getting. The odds are greatly against them, and some of the shooting was not wise, but wild. A winger does not get goals from extreme angles. His must have been the case where it was said “It is better to give than receive.” Let the wing men provide centres of judgment and strength, and their work will have been done.
Briefly let uts talk of players. Pagnam got two gems of goals. In the first case he slammed home a roaring drive, and in the second he took up Watson’s good work, and by a dodging run and a place-shot he made Oldham’s defeat certain, and his own goal-crop heavier than most centres can claim at this period of the season. Watson was down on leave from Weymouth, and Metcalf generously waived his selection-claim. Another deputy, Wadsworth, infused plenty of dash into his work, and showed better command than last season.
Taylor kept out one or two hot ones, although not until Liverpool eased up did Oldham make any show in the second half. Longworth towered over all the backs – wonderful fellow – for testimony consult a little dribbler named Meadowcroft, aged 19, and a veteran named McDermott – latter nearly escapes military service on the score of age. Bamber was not up to pitch, but Mackinlay dominated his wing.
Davie Wilson controlled his men – but was spoken to by the referee – and Pilkington also played good-class half back football. I didn’t like the Athletic backs, but Matthews is as safe as ever.
Liverpool: Ted Taylor, Ephraim Longworth, Sam Speakman, John Bamber, Walter Wadsworth, Donald Mackinlay, Ernest Pinkney, Wilfred Watson, Fred Pagnam, Harry Lewis, Tommy Cunliffe.
Oldham Athletic: Howard Matthews, Harry Grundy, John Cuffe, Cavanagh, Elliot Pilkington, David Wilson, Bill Taylor, Aldred, Arthur Gee, McDermott, Harold Meadowcroft.
(Liverpool Echo: September 18, 1916)