January 21, 1918
The Anfield game opened too hot to last. United went all ahead at the outset, and, in spite of the tricky, yet dashing runs of the three inside men, Liverpool steadied up and won with an amount in hand. Marsden spoilt his exhibition by a gross foul – we are seeing too many of these lately – otherwise his game was rugged and powerful against a very clever pair of wingers.
Lewis did many really astute things, and Schofield’s command of the ball recalls old times when footballers used to dribble and turn till one though the ball was tied to the boot. Schofield was not physically fit, as was shown when corner kicks were due to be taken, but he kept going ahead by deft touches, and in my estimation played grand football.
Bennett, marked in many ways, got among the goals again, and thereby regained some confidence. He may not have scored the last but one goal of the day, but it was certainly his goal, and Waine was simply making sure. It was good to see Donald Mackinlay among the goals – he deserves more than he gets. Metcalf’s point was welcome if only for the misses that preceded it.
At full back we had a “Southern” pair, John Page’s rough-and-ready styles fitting nicely with that of Jenkinson, whose raking stride made him a swifter back than many people imagine. Jenkinson inclines to go up the field, but I never cavil at a man cutting out his way if he shows command of the ball, and that is what Jenkinson and Mackinlay and, in a minor degree, Wadsworth, can claim.
I think Wadsworth has greatly developed his attack. Waine was not his usual self against the tough, soldierly Williams, a rusty-haired fellow who enjoyed his game. Kinsella should come on for United, and Silcock strikes the eye by his sure methods, by his ease, and his height. Ellis was, perhaps, United’s best forward.
(Liverpool Echo: January 21, 1918)
Donald Mackinlay, Liverpool F.C.