Saturday, January 6 – 1917
Match: Lancashire Section, at Anfield, kick off: 14:30.
Liverpool – Preston North End 3-1 (0-1).
Referee: Mr. T. Nelson; linesmen: Messrs. F.G. Bagley and J. Duckworth.
Liverpool (2-3-5): Thomas Capper, Tommy Lucas, Billy Jenkinson, John Bamber, Walter Wadsworth, Donald Mackinlay, Norman Bradley, Arthur Metcalf, Tommy Bennett, Harry Lewis, Tommy Cunliffe.
Preston North End (2-3-5): Taylor; McCall, Clayton; Fazackerley, George Barlow.
The goals: 0-1 Edmondson, 1-1 Bennett (55 min.), 2-1 Bennett (63 min.), 3-1 Bamber (71 min.).
If we didn’t have too good a match at Anfield we certainly had some excitement crowded into the later stages of the game, and goals were fast at Blackburn and pretty plentiful. The Anfielders, with their mixed side and their debutants, did not open well, Cunliffe and Metcalf fared ill with shot and “food.”
Otherwise passes and centres, and not until the second half had gone many minutes did the real earnest characteristic of Liverpool come to its own.
Then we saw some fiery work, and Bennett was encouraged with passes he could take in his stride. This bonny centre does not want a lot of room in which to work, and, furthermore, he sizes up a situation quicker than, say, Pagnam. Therein is much of his success in goal-getting. Quick to think and act, he gives a defence no rest.
His first goal was a useful one, made possible by Bamber and Bradley, and his second was a memorable one – he flashed the ball into the net without waiting to gain complete control. Would that other forwards would take the ball as it comes and not “deaden” it.
Bamber, it was thought, scored his first goal on Saturday. But that is not the case. He has scored before more than once, and none could have been brighter goals than Saturday’s which followed a wriggling dribble on his own.
Still, Preston should have won easily.
They started well, and their left wing, notably George Barlow – now a veteran, I suppose – was putting a lot of sound owkr, and corners were placed admirably.
However, Preston have a habot of finishing badly, and they fell away to nothing at three-quarter time.
Speak did well until he gave away a penalty kick (Liverpool seem much perturbed over the taking of these gifts, and Lucas was entrusted with the spot kick and shot straight at a clever goalkeeper named Taylor) but McCall was a quiet, cute worker throughout, and he had an able companion in Clayton.
Fazackerly, apparently afraid to risk much in view of his damaged hand, did some pretty things, but was finely out of the picture through an ankle-rap.
(Liverpool Echo, 08-01-1917)