February 4, 1918
There was an air of common place about Southport’s game at Anfield. There was a wide gulf between the two sides, and the consequence was very nature. Still, we expected better from the visitors, because we know the value of such headpieces as Lol Abram, Jimmy Fay, Billy Caulfield, and Tom Dorward.
The fact was that the forward line that operated would not have beaten minor clubs, let alone the champion club’s defence. So the game was wholly disappointing. The late kick-off and the mist contrived to help to spoil the game, and to some people a nap would have been most welcome.
Liverpool’s members were not to blame, of course, for they played good stuff, and George Schofield in particular will be remembered by his exhibition against his first side. His method of feinting and his hugging of the ball on the throw-in line remind me greatly of Tom Niblo, the old Newcastle, Midland, and Southern player.
We could do with more evidences of brain work from present-day footballers. It was good to see Donald Mackinlay and others – not to mention the public – appreciating the young boy’s brilliant work which led to Harry Lewis getting a goal. The scorer named was in fine fettle in many directions, but notably in overhead hooks and he scored another goal while Tommy Bennett got a couple – both gems in their way – Mackinlay and Arthur Metcalf also goaling well against a stocky defence and a goalkeeper who is not readily beaten. Thomas Capper’s display, is a matter of fact, was quite good, as also was Dorward’s defence; but I have seen Fay play better football.
All the winners were a grade above their rivals, so let us be charitable and straightway draw the veil, save to tell that Ephraim Longworth, in spite of injury, was his old self, and Billy Jenkinson thoroughly enjoyed his game.
(Liverpool Echo: February 4, 1918)
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