Everton Independent Research Data


January 2, 1926. The Daily Courier.
For the first time since the season started Everton failed to score in their game with Bury at Gigg-lane yesterday. They lost by one to nil after a tough struggle. There was little to choose between the teams at any time. Hardy had rather more to do than Harrison, so that if that affords any criterion, the home club may be said to have deserved their win. The Blues' keeper was in capital fettle, and one or two of his saves were really masterly.

The shooting of the Everton front line was not so good as usual. The inside men have been seen so much better advantage in this respect than they were yesterday. Apart from that there is no doubt the team played a good all-round game, so much so that they came in for almost as much applause as their rivals. The Everton defence in these days takes some beating. Bain, at centre-half was splendid; so too, was Virr and later in the game, Peacock. McDonald and Raitt, at back, time after time broke up Bury attacks in the most resourceful fashion. There was plenty of dash and pep in the front line, but they could not just manage to do the little bit more necessary to put finish to their work. The halves especially in the second half, did their level best to respond to the popular cry of "Give it to Dixie," but, except for a few occasions, the Blues' centre-forward had few opportunities of scoring. In the first half the left wing, with Troup and O'Donnell, was more prominent than the right, but after the change over Chedgzoy and Irvine were frequently in the picture. Bradshaw their centre-half, was constantly a thorn in the side of the visitors' attack although on the whole the home defence did not give the impression of reliability as Everton did. It is true, that no goals were registered against them, but the Blue's shooting was not up to the usual standard. The only goal came after 36 minutes, Bury had been attacking, and Ball, receiving near goal, drove the ball into the corner of the net well out of Hardy's reach. There was no interval, and for the closing stages the light was none too good. Everton pressed determinedly towards the end. There was always the possibility of the game being pulled out of the fire. O'Donnell's shammed in one beautiful left-foot drive that brought Harrison to his knees, and on another occasion Irvine looked to be getting through when he was brought down. In the closing stages nearly every forward in the Blues' front line had a pot at goal, but Harrison was not to be caught napping. Teams: - Bury: - Harrison, goal, Heap, and Adamson, backs, Porter, Bradshaw, and Turner, half-backs, Matthews, Stage, Bullock, Ball, and Amos, forwards. Everton: - Hardy, goal, Raitt, and McDonald backs, Peacock, Vain, and Virr half-backs, Chedgzoy (captain), Irvine, Dean, O'Donnell, and Troup, forwards.

January 2, 1926. The Daily Courier.
Bury were decidedly lucky to gain a point at Goodison park yesterday afternoon, as Everton were mainly on the attack throughout the game. Davies, the Bury custodian made many fine clearances, however, and it was following one of his saves that that the visiting right-wing raced away. Harland failed to intercept the outside man's centres, and Robbie shot towards the empty goal. Livingstone, however, stopped the ball with his hands, Robbie scoring from the resultant penalty-kick. Bury were only ahead a couple of minutes before Houghton equalised with a fast shot. Hughes for Bury, and Kennedy for Everton scored after the interval. Murphy, the Blues' amateur centre, again gave a good display and looks like becoming a decided asset in the Everton front line. Little fault could be find with the side but more goals should have accrued from the numerous advances made. Everton: - Harland, goal, Livingstone, and Kerr, backs, Brown, Reid, and Rooney, half-backs, Parry, Houghton, C. Murphy, Kennedy, and Weaver, forwards.

January 2, 1926. The Liverpool Football Echo.
When Everton miragted to Goodison Park they had behind them a strong leaven of the old club members who wanted to be up and doing in the new enthusiasm for the club on the new ground. They had started there at Goodison with a solid backing of the old club "members" many of whom were qualified by years of spade work to numbered in the classic term "supporters." They could not all be directors, though from their ranks came later many who did ably fill that responsible position. Still there were plenty anxious to be of service in any capacity; so the idea occurred of nominating a selected number to act as honorary stewards. Their duties were not exacting. They acted in all big matches as assistants in the stand arrangements, they supervised the placing of the turnstile men, and on occasions they received distinguished visitors, and generally acted as orderlies to the directors in their responsive duties. Of the three hundred members of the old club, who became shareholders in the new venture, thirty or forty of the most active were enrolled in the new honorary service, and it is pleasant to recall after this long interval some of the names of these old time enthusiasts. William McCintock was probably the best known; he had been a long and faithful adherent of the club, and brought many prominent and promising players from his native Scotland to the notice of the Selection Committee. In the selection of young players from the north, the selection Committee were always keen to get the verdict of McClintock's sound judgement. Robert Abram and his business partner, George Mitchell, since prominent as an auctioneer of the city and the north-end, were two other stewards, whose judgement and prudence in the new ground arrangements were found of service to the ground committee. Charlie McKie and old Mr. Blachard from the "Royal" were among the distinguished officials the former being one of the most popular and best known of the club's stalwarts, whose zeal, even to the present day, has never faltered for the good name and fame of the club. Mr. Blanchard, long passed away, will be remembered for his favourite chrysanthemum without a bloom of which in his buttonhole he was never seen abroad. He was an ardent hertoculurist, and the young men of the "Royal" in his day used to wager daily on the colours of the bloom he would come down to business with each morning. Tom Leese and Charlie Whittle were another prominent pair whose long and honorable service to the club was well rewarded by their selection. Mr. Leese was for a period, I think elected "captain" of the stewards and was an able organiser. Mr. Jackson, who had acted as honorary treasurer of the club at Anfield, had an able assistant in Afred Fisher, a broad shouldered giant who voluntarily, and for years on end, faithfully did valuable service in charge of the boys' gate. He was a great favourite with the youngsters, and was never known to resist the claim of a genuine youngster who turned up a halfpenny or a penny short of the needful admission money. The number of coins he must have found himself for these deserving cases have made inroads in the course of a year in his own resources, but he was a warm-hearted janitor, and the "kids" were his pets. When the boys' gate closed for the last time, and the turnstiles took its place many a youngster must have wished for the familiar face and figure of the old custodian. Of Ben Kelly and John Miles Crawshaw, both stewards, who afterwards became directors, we have dealt in a former article. Edward Bainbridge was another of the younger group who later accepted the nomination of his friends to a director's seat, and finding the work congenial, gave long service. In more recent years Mr. Bainbridge became more actively connected with the Liverpool club, but the first experience of football direction ranked from the nomination of his friends among the stewards at Everton. In those days the late Mr. Parle and "old" Jim Rice were neigbours in the neighborhood of the ground and the catering of both gentlemen for the players in the leisure of training periods was keenly appreciated by the club. Players' dressing and recreation rooms were not the elaborate and well-furnished suites they are today, and it was of real service to the clubs that the dictary and meals of the visiting teams could be in such capable hands. Billiard and private rooms were provided by both these gentlemen whenever the club directors required them, and the service was given ungrudgingly, and well-esteemed Charles Wood, a son of the grand old Charles Wood of Retunda Theatre fame, was another of the stewards who gave valued service in these days, as did in another direction little Talbot, and "Ted" Taylor, one of the brothers of the famous bakery firm whose name is today a household word. Ted Taylor and the present chairman of the club, Mr. Cuff, were boon companious from boyhood, when they romped together along the stiles of Skerring's Nursery, where today stands the great stands and terraces of Goodison Park. Mr. Taylor's death a few years ago, after a breakdown in health, ranks as a great loss to a wide circle of friends. Tom Grieve was another of the veteran stewards, still as keen a judge of football as ever though probably not so frequently a follower of the away matches of the club as in his Stewart's days. It was a boast of Mr. Grieves that for many seasons he accompanied the Everton League team to every away League match and Cup-tie they played whatever the distance, and the matter the state of weather. Of such was the enthusiasm of those Everton stewards. Mr. Grieves' baby son of those days occasionally appeared on the ground rigged out in the complete outfit of an Everton player, complete to shirt, Knickers, and football boots. He was a winsome little man and a great favourite with the crowd. That "little man" afterwards took the public fancy in a more appreciative stage when, in apprenticeship to a famous racing owner, he steered many a winner first past the post in classic races. So passes the old procession of stalwarts in review, all happy in their day and in their bobby of football as played by Everton and later by Liverpool. Rarely has two clubs, such as these, had a more devoted band of enthusiasts who have followed the fortunes of the clubs from father to son, "struck to them through thick and thin" as Chevalier would say. "When luck was out and luck was in." if the clubs have deserved well of them, surely they have done so of the clubs. All luck to them and their loyalty all the time!

January 4,1925. The Daily Courier.
Everton, by holding the Cup-holders to draw at Sheffield on Saturday, performed one of their best achievements of the season. At the present time the Cup-holders are one of the best sides in the League, and have worked their way from the bottom up to a position where they are beginning to challenge the leaders. Only the day before they met the Blues they had accounted for Cardiff to the tune of 11 to 2. The team that did this to thew Welsh club –which by the way included several Scots internationals –was the identical eleven to take the field against the men from the Merseyside. In these circumstances to bring away a point, as they did, was certainly something to feel glad about. That they succeeded in doing this, however, was largely due to the wonderful goalkeeping of Hardy (he saved a penalty in the second half), the resourceful work of Raitt and McDonald and the capital tackling and energy of Bain, Peacock, and Virr at half-back.

There were at least three shots saved by the Blues' goalkeeper that many 'keepers would have failed to stop. The vanguard was a slight improvement on the day before at Bury, and Dixie Dean was able to add to his goal aggregate, but it was still somewhat below its usual standard. Had it not been so, two points might have been brought back to Liverpool instead of one, because in the second half the visitors did a considerable amount of attacking. All the same, the United deserved their lead at half-time, for they had more of the game, and their attacking movements had a more business like appearance than Everton's. The Blue's defence had a grueling time for the first 35 minutes' at the end of which period the home side scored from a free kick. Prior to that Hardy had saved one or two particularly hot ones, and twice Raitt got in the way of shots from Gillespie that seemed bound for the corner of the net. On another occasion McDonald's dash and opportunism had relieved an ominous looking situation. How the United goal came was this way; A free kick had been given for a foul on Johnson and it was entrusted to Tunstall The Blues lined up in front of goal, but Tunstall drove the ball, low and swift into the corner of the net. Hardy, who possibly was unsighted when Tunstall shot, managed to get his fingers to the ball, but that was all. O'Donnell and Dean struggled gallantly to put their side, level, put their side level, but the finish of the attacking movements was weak. A decided improvement was perceptible after the interval. Play, had not long re-started when the great thrill of the match came Johnson was ruled to have been fouled in the penalty area just as he was weaving his way through (McDonald Grassed Johnson-Daily Post). Tunstall was given the penalty kick, and a beautiful one it was. But Hardy, who had stationed himself near the upright, flung himself at the ball and saved –though not wholly. The ball went only a few yards, and the impetus of the Sheffield winger's run carrying him on, he let go again. The Everton goalkeeper, however, with a quickness and anticipation that was almost uncanny smothered this second drive and deflected it for a corner. After this the visitors put on more pressure. Troup gave Dean a pass, which looked promising, but Birks and Samry by a converging movement contrived to head him off at the critical moment. Next it was the dashing O'Donnell, who, however, was brought down just as he seemed to be getting well away. Then Chedgzoy had a try, and although his shot was a long cross one from the wing it made Alderson jump to clear.

At last ten minutes from the end the equaliser came. Everton forced their way down on the left, and the ball coming to O'Donnell he slipped it across neatly to Dean. It was the best chance the Blues' leader had all afternoon, and he made no mistake. Swinging his feet at the ball first time he beat Alderson with a tremendous rising drive that gave the goalkeeper no chance whatever. It was a capital game, and both sides may justly claim credit for their share in it. Although not so good as the home team in the first half, the Blues held their own in the second. The Cupholders are a sturdy team, with a trustful front line. Johnson needed a lot of watching, especially with men like Tunstall and Gillespie to feed him. Not much was seen of Mercer and Boyle on the right wing. Their defence trio, was sound, and Dean had to work hard for the chances he got. Everton's defensive work was magnificent and the play of the forwards was good on the whole, but at times in the first half it was scrappy and frequently weak at the line. Teams: - Sheffield United: - Alderson, goal, W. Sampy, and Birks, backs, T. Samply, Waugh, and Green half-backs, Mercer, Boyle, Johnson Gillespie, and Tunstall, forwards. Everton: - Hardy, goal, Raitt and McDonald, backs, Peacock, Bain, and Virr, half-backs, Chedgzoy (captain), Irvine, Dean O'Donnell, and Troup forwards. Referee Mr. JE. Caseley.

January 4, 1926. The Daily Post and Mercury
The ground was in a soft condition, making accurate play in impossibility at times. Everton played Briathwaite at right full instead of Livingstone, and the "A" team player gave quite a creditable show. There was not a great deal between the sides. Both teams played delightfully in the open. Kennedy opened Everton's account ten minutes' play, then Sheffield put on pressure and Harland made clever saves from Stephenson and Pickering. Both Weaver and Millington hit the post with good shots. Hoyland eventually made the score even, and close upon the interval Kerr miskicked. Rooney in attending to clear placed through his own goal. The United leading at half-time by 2 goals to 1. Although Everton did most pressing in the second half their goal had many narrow escapes, but near the end Rooney sent in a long curling shot which completely beat the United keeper. A draw was a fair result. Everton: - Harland, goal, Braithwaite, and Kerr, backs, Brown, Reid, and Rooney, half-backs, Parry, Houghton, C. Murphy, Kennedy, and Weaver, forwards.

January 4, 1926. The Daily Courier.
There was a good crowd present at Townsend-lane for this junior Derby game. Liverpool deserved their victory. Grice scored twice in the first half and ten minutes from the end completed his hat-trick. Quilliam the Liverpool inside left played a fine game, and often had the Blues defence in a tangible. It was from Quilliam's centre that Grice scored his goals. Liverpool did all the attacking in the first half, and had it not been for the brilliant keeping of Jones in the Everton goal, the score would have been more pronounced. After the interval Everton did better, but Trill was equal to the demands mad eon him. Hamilton, as usual did well in the Blues defence, and Holbrooke at half-back, also gave a good display. Liverpool's forwards were good, particularly Quilliam, Kelly, was the outstanding half-back, and Trill in goal saved shots in brilliant fashion.

January 9, 1926. The Liverpool Football Echo
Goals count in football. That is why most interest in the game centres on the man who can deliver the goods. Liverpool and Everton have in the past had a lion's share in the shooting ability of their "show" forwards. It is almost unnecessary in reviewing the past records of both clubs to have to labour the point. We have given previously in these recollections some reminders of the playing ability of Fred Geary and Jack Southwell as centre-forwards for Everton, but they were not the only forwards of their period who were stylists at goal scoring for the Everton club. While the centre naturally took the eye –and shot –the other forwards of the clubs were always on the target when the chances came. John Bell, Jack Sharp, Abe Hartley, Peter Gordon, and Alick Young, to name but a few, were marksmen of no mean order as were Latta, Brady, and Edgar Chadwick of earlier periods. While the later periods we shall not easily forget the palmy days of Bert Freeman, Sam Raybould, and George Allen of Liverpool. Regard a while the scoring records set up by two of the latter players alone. When Bert Freeman, of Everton, scored three goals in the match against Chelsea on March 20, 1990, he broke the League record of 31 goals previously held by his club neighbour Raybould of Liverpool, for the four previous years. Freeman's complete record for that season was 38 goals in 37 League matches. In these days of relaxed afringency on goal getting, if one may coin a phrase, that record is soon likely to be overwhelmed, but it was a record and made under conditions that do not exist today.

It is easier today to set up goals scoring records, without the commanding genius of an international stylist to inspire it, than it was of old. Some players this season will probably make that record look commonplace. But on last years' playing conditions, there were not many forwards playing in English League games who could be said to be as effective. The players have no doubt their solution of the present bewildering scoring results, but the game has lost in thrills what it has gained in volume. Old players tell me that they do not get the same zest out of today's games as those of years ago. It may be that the family circle of the club and its followers being smaller than the swelling multitudes of today, we took a greater personal interest in the players. They were one of ourselves, as it were, possibly living in the next street, and we met at the barber's or the herbalists, and talked together over next week's prospects. When you have a twenty-five thousand gate today, the individuality of the player is simply an expression in type on a printed sheet, or a curly headed or a bald headed unit among twenty-two others on a distant field of play. The "Echo" will tell you that Jones scored a second goal, so that identifies your curly or bald headed hero of the game to you. Otherwise he is –to you –a mere geographical expression. Whereas in those days –but that reminds me.

I remember once walking down St. Domingo-grove with an Everton League player towards the Anfield road ground, where Everton then played. He was carrying his bag to play in the afternoon game, and the opponents were to be Bury, in the Lancashire Cup-tie, the following week, and the conversation fell on the chances of success. The player was a Scotman, who later became famous as one of his country's internationals, but at that time his fame had still to be won. He had never met the bury team, and had a rather hazy idea of where they played, and a much hazier idea of how they played. The enlightenment came later on that season. However, the discussion turned on the topic of Everton's style in those days as compared with the dashing enthusiasm of the Lancashire League style. "I think you'll have a rather stiff fence to get over, Jock," I hazarded, "Lancashire League football is very different to ordinary League matches. "Och," he answered" we'll no mind that at all. They are no used to our style of play any more than we are to them. Those kick-and-rush teams don't come off when they play against class teams." I agreed, "But do you ever consider before a match starts how you would remodel your play in the course of a game with a team that plays a different style to your own? "Och, aye" he replied; "we ken pretty quick if they want the rush game. We just keep the ball from them, and they can no do much harm, if they dinna get the ball give to them." He was quite confident that Everton and Everton's style of game would be ample for Bury –but he was wrong! Everton took the field at Bury the following week pretty confident of a leisured and dignified game, and a comfortable journey into the next round. Instead of which, directly the Bury players took the field, the crowd set up a cheer that never ceased until the game was over, and the tie well won –for Bury!

We can never forget that Bury crowd. It is enthusiasm like that, that makes players, and teams. When their players stepped on the field they cheered, they doubled their cheers when the captains tossed for the kick-off. They cheered louder than ever when they won the toss and Everton kicked off against the sun. The first Bury player that kicked the ball got a yell to himself, and when an Everton player robbed him and centred, to another bury player, they yelled louder than ever. So that wonderful game went on, amid cheers and yells that never ceased, mind you.

Four of five hundred Evertonians had made the railway journey to see their team win, and when they found themselves lost as scattered units among a crowd of Buryities estimated at ten thousand, they did not at first take the disposal in any tragic light. But when that Bury crowd began the Soldiers' Chorus, that looked like being unherding, the scattered Evertonians amongst the throng tried to get together and raise a big shout for their "boys." They might of well have blown a tin whistle. First they were hurt, at the din, then they got indignant, individually, of course, and said so. In fact they protested that Everton "hadn't started yer." Of course they were right, but Everton didn't start at all that round of the Cup. Cooper, the "safety value" of the Bury team and the rock of their defence, saw to that. When Bury scored their first goal you might have heard the shout at Manchester –they yelled and reared and roared again. They shicked as Everton again kicked off, and that shrick never subsided until Bury scored their second goal; then the shrickers rushed for water, sarsaparillas and lemonade, so that they could lubricate they parched larynx and start again louder than ever. That of course was impossible had they known it. There must have been many Bury people at that match who never afterwards had the perfect natural use of their ears again. I can feel the effects to this day. As the Everton team left the Bury railway station for home after the match Dary Jardine leaned out of the window of the saloon shook his fist mournfully to the crowd of Shakers who had come, still shouting to see the team off. "Ah ye devils," said Davie "ye can no play football; all ya can do is shout –you loonies. I remarked to my friendly players as we journeyed home that night: "Well what is your candid opinion of Bury now?" "They re a hell of a crowd "said he.

Lancashire Evening Post - Saturday 09 January 1926
One of the most noticeable things about Dixie Dean, who is making a fine centre for Everton, is his extraordinary knack of getting the ball when it is in the air.  He can place it to a fraction, too, and is very good at bringing it down to the feet of men alongside him who are unmarked.  This penchant for making the ball on his head may mean that he will lose half his effectiveness against a very tall centre-half who can beat him to it in the air. 

January 9, 1926. The Liverpool Football Echo.
At Deepdale. This rearranged fixture took place today. In the opening stages Nortn End had most of the play, and within five minutes scored twice, though Hamilton and Hicks. Following this the visitors put more stamina into their play, and developed several dangerous movements. Kennedy, for Everton, twice skimmed the bay and shortly afterwards Weaver shot high over. A spell of attacks by North End followed, and Woodhouse brought the Everton keeper to his knees with a terrific shot, which Kendall did well to save. Just on the interval Hart had hard lines with a fine shot. Halt time North End 2, Everton nil. Full Tome North End 3, Everton 0

EVERTON 1 FULHAM 1 (Fa Cup Game 116)
January 11, 1926, The Daily Courier.
In the battle at Goodison Park there were shocks for both sides. The contest went full tilt for the whole 90 minutes. The conditions were ideal, and to the last kick of the game no man could tell who would triumph.

The young players generally came out with honours in a spoiling game, in which skilful football went to the winds. A picture that well-remain is of a brave and brilliant goalkeeper not quite 19; but for Beecham Everton would not be going to Craven Cottage next Thursday for the replay. His colleagues also realised that and showered him with congratulations when they returned to the dressing room. Beecham has only been playing for Fulham five weeks, and stepped into premier football right from the Hertford club of the Spartan League. "I have enjoyed every minute of the game" he laughingly exclaimed. "I will admit I was a bit nervous when I saw the hugh crowd, for I had only been used to playing before about 500." Beecham added that his confidants came directly after his first save-a great shot by Irvine. "The ball was coming across the goalmouth, and I pushed it around the post" he said. Asked about the last kick in the game when Dean seemed certain to give Everton the victory, Beecham said; it landed with some sting behind it, but I could see the direction, and jumped across and managed to get the ball low down." The reason Everton did not win was because, to use the words of Chaplin, the Fulham captain. Our plan of campaign was if possible, not to let Everton settle down and the whole side played with that end on view." It was plain that he, at left back, and his partner were playing accordingly to plan. There was not always in the first half that amount of punch in the Everton attack we had been led to expect, and Fulham's vigorous methods in holding the fort at all costs countered many promising Everton challenges in which Chedgzoy, Irvine, and Troup were prominent.

To give them their due, Fulham also exploited the open game, and it is obvious that the Blues will have to play them at their own game and mix it in the replay. The rearguard was Fulham's strong feature –with Penn and Prouse an outstanding wing –but the Everton forwards plodded gamely against a rugged and desperate defence. Chedgzoy's knee gave him some pain after taking that early shot which looked so promising. He revelled in hard work and was a consistent as nay forward. He and Irvine contested every inch of the ground. Dean ran up against some rough and rugged material, and one time he was brought down by a hefty charge by Dryer in the penalty area, but the referee energetically signalled "On with the dance." The call "Give it to Dixie" was repeatedly raised, but Fulham's halves motto evidently was "Down Dixie." Everton goal on the interval was quite a chessboard affair and a real "there you are" gift to Dixie. From Chedgzoy the ball went to Irvine, who "informed" Dixie that it was his next move, and Dean standing on the right hand side of the goal, turned smartly and sent through. Seventy minutes had gone before Fulham equalised, but Craig's goal was also full value. Fulham got a free kick near the corner flag, Harris placed nicely in front of goal, but McDonald, who got to the ball, did not send it far enough, and Craig, getting possession, cleverly steered it through the goal. Both Raitt and McDonald had played a sound game and improved greatly as the game wore on, and they weighed up Fulham's intentions. The home halves were more than serviceable. Hardy deserved to be in a winning jersey. Teams: - Everton: - Hardy, goal, Raitt and McDonald, backs, Peacock, Bain, and Virr, half-backs, Chedgzoy (captain), Irvine, Dean, O'Donnell, and Troup, forwards. Fulham: - Beecham, goal, Dyer, and Chaplin (captain), backs, Oliver, McNabb, and Barrett, half-backs, Harris, Craig, Pape, Prouse, and Penn, forwards.

January 13 th 1926. The Daily Courier.
Everton visit the Cup-tie at Anfield today, and afterwards ventrain for London in readiness for tomorrow's game with Fulham at Craven Cottage. The excitement of Saturday's game proved a little too much for the younger members of the Everton side, otherwise there would have been no need for the visit to Town. However, now they have had the baptism of Cup-tie warfare it is expected the side will settle down quickly, in which case they win. The directors are making no change, the side reading: - Hardy; Raitt McDonald; Peacock, Bain, Virr; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Dean, O'Donnell, and Troup.

FULHAM 1 EVERTON 0 (Fa Cup Game 117)
January 15, 1926. The Daily Courier.
Fulham improved on their excellent performance at Goodison Park by disposing of the Merseyside men in the replay at Craven Cottage yesterday. It was an extremely creditable achievement and no doubt will do the lowly placed Second Leaguers a world of good. At the same time it must be confessed they were a trifle lucky in that their goal came at a period when the Blues looked much more likely to score than did their rivals. As a matter of fact Everton had been pressing for several minutes and the home citadel had escape after escape.

Then the Londoners broke away, and the Blues were a goal down. The ball thrashed past Hardy almost before the spectators knew what had happened. The Cottagers had thrust down the centre, at once, out of a bunch of players around the Everton goal. While trapped the ball and banged it in the net. That kick decided the match, and incidentally finished so far as this year's Cup is concerned. They struggled desperately to get on terms all the rest of the game, but were unsuccessful. Still there were several occasions when the downfall of the home citadel appeared imminent, but a little luck and sterling defensive play by the halves, and backs, not to mention Beecham in goal, baulked their rivals to the end. It must be stated, however, that Fulham did not have all the luck that was going. Chaplin hurt his ankle just before half-time, and subsequently left the field, but before this Fulham had scored. The weather was atrocious. Smow fell all morning, and it was icily cold. When the match stated it looked odds on it not going the full distance, because the snow thicker than ever, and the sky went a leaden grey. At one period of the match the players on the far side of the field were indistinguishable. So far as the game itself went, the first half was fairly even, and although the Blues, after the interval, for lengthily spells penned the Cottagers in their own half, as the result shows, they could not beat the home defence.

Hardy by no means enjoyed a sinecure and he had plenty of shots to attend to. It was plain from the start that neither side intended to sacrifice goals to finesse. Both goals had narrow squeaks before the interval. On one occasion McNabb struck the post when Hardy looked to be beaten. At the other end, Dean, who was using his head cleverly, made Beecham jump about in the goal pretty lively to keep his charge intact. There was one occasion, however, when he should have scored. Virr slipped the ball forward to him beautifully and Dean had no one but the goalkeeper in the front of him. His shot, although low, had not the customary speed on it one looks for from Dixie, and just grazed the outside of the post. Over-anxiety obviously affected both sides, possibly Everton more than their rivals, as I a way, they had more at stake. For the major part of the second half the Blues had the upper hand. The Fulham attacks were spasmodic. Still they made several promising looking movements. Edmonds, who played a resourceful game, and White, needed plenty of watching near goal. The wingmen, too, Penn and Harris, put in some capital work.

All the same it seemed certain that the Blues would draw level before the final whistle. There was not one of their forwards who did not put Beecham at some time or other on his mettle during this dour second half struggle. Chedgzoy hit the post. O'Donnell and Dean slammed in shots which, however, proved to be too straight or else wide, and Irvine, in the most clever style, ran right through the defence and brought Beecham to his knees with a corker. Even the halves joined in the offensive, and Bain had a try and so did McDonald, who came up to help the attack in the closing stages. The last kick of the match nearly did the trick. Troup drove in a terrific shot from the wing that earned Beecham a round of applause for cleaning. The Blues' front line was not in that confident mood that brings success. Their play was clever and their shooting has been much worse, but with the chances they had they should at least have made a draw of it. McDonald and Raitt were sound at back, and Bain, Peacock, and Virr were excellent at half-back. Hardy had no chance with the shot that beat him, and saved many hot ones. Fulham showed an all-round skill that came as something of a surprise to Northern visitors. No one will grudge them their victory. Teams : - Fulham: - Beecham, goal, Dyer, and Chaplip (captain), backs, Oliver, McNabb, Barrett, and Harris, half-backs, Craig, Edmonds, White, and Penn, forwards. Everton: - Hardy, goal, McDonald, and Raitt, backs, Virr, Bain and Peacock, half-backs, Chedgzoy (captain), Irvine Dean, O'Donnell, and Troup, forwards .

January 16, 1926. The Daily Courier.
Everton, after a vexations Cup defeat can take revenge on Cardiff City. The Goodison Park side make one change, Kennedy for Troup. Cardiff also had a mid-week game so that they will have no pull over the home side in the matter of conditions. If Everton have not taken to hard their Fulham setback, I think they will prove equal to annexing both points. The teams are :- Everton: - Hardy; Raitt, McDonald; Peacock, Bain, Virr; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Dean, O'Donnell, Kennedy. Cardiff City: - Hills; Watson, Blair; Nicholson, Reed, Slean, Lawson, Davies (w), Ferguson, Cassidy, and Mclacham.

January 16, 1926. The Liverpool Football Echo.
A week or two ago a picture was published in these columns of the Everton team in 1890, which raise the question as to what team constituted Everton's best, at any period of the club's history. Every eye has its favourities. The team playing today will not lack its admirers ten years hence. So with the past records. The combination that strikes one's imagination at the successful period of football enthusiasm will always remain clear the ideal. Since the formation of the League there have been three or four definite periods when the Everton players, either in attack or defensive combination, have been supreme and equal to any, if not superior, as far as individual brilliancy or combined tactics could be compared. There have been at least two periods when the team as a whole were equal, if not superior to any combination in the League. One of those periods I will call for the sake of a name, the old champion team; that was, the team at Anfield that basted the unbeatable forwards halves and backs. The others also for the sake of a name I shall call the first Goodison champions. There may be or there may have been, later Goodison champions, I have not seen them. By the old "champion" team I mean that wonderful combination of the early nineties, the Angus, Doyle, and Hannah team. The Goodison champions team, I always associate with the "Bell and Boyle" period. With the latter team we have dealt individually in these recollections. Their names are still household words, and most of those players are still living, if not playing football. Let us go back thirty-four years and regard again the personalities behind that old champion team of Everton that played at Anfield in the period 1890-91. The "first"? Eleven of that day read like this: - JJ. Angus, A. Hannah, D.Doyle; D. Kirkwood, J. Jolt, W. Campbell; A. Latta, A. Brady, E. Chadwick, A.Milward, F. Geary. Trainor D. Waugh, Umpire R. L. Stockton, Secretary; R. Molyneux. There's a team to ponder over! Regard again, whoever, remembers that team in action, just how they played, and the dove-tailing of the combination, by which in attack they were all attackers, and under hostile pressure every man of them a defender. Modern writes tell us, of course, that we see every merit in our favorites of former days and none in the present generation. That is only partly true. Time, we know softens the expertise of partisanship and sides the kindly oblivion of forgetfulness of faults, but there was really more "on-ness" –of I may coin a word –about that team of Everton than I have ever seen in any time ever since, bar one, and that was the Sunderland team of all the talents when Tom Watson guilden its destinies. That was a great them, but it was an individually great team. The Everton team we are reviewing was a team of collective match wingers. When Everton and Liverpool met in their first league match in September last at Anfield I heard a man say, "one team is playing football, the other is scoring goals." He was right. So it was with that Everton team of the nineties, with this striking differences; the Everton of the day played football –good football, and it gets goals! Everton have gone though parious times the last few years. It has been "touch and go" once or twice for relegation, and it has been dangerous near the Plomsell mark over often. Yet after all it is some proud boast for a club to hold for thirty years, and to still hold today as firmly as ever, we noble records? Due, that they have always played clever football. Two, that they have never been a brutal club in play. There are a few clubs higher up the ladder today, who would be proud to hold either of these laurels. So the personalities of the group of Everton players of the ninties will, to my mind at least, be the combination that brought highest honour to Everton and left a tradition of skill and daring energy that has formed an ideal for every team since that has played in the name of Everton. Let in not be thought, however that they were "kid gloves" merchants those Everton player, and Dan Doyle's methods at back hard knocks. Dan Kirkwood, still active with us today, could tell rare tales of their battles by flood and field. Young Fred Geary of those days, the demon goal getter, was no Sunday school players, and Dan Doyle's methods at back were scarcely those of a dancing master. But the team as a whole fought clean. It fought to win, and it generally got the verdict, and stayed the distance. Poor Angus, the goalkeeper, the goalkeeper was a fine upstanding fellow, brave to a fault, and generous to a degree in his play. Big as he was, he was lithe and active, and never shirked a challenge. Dour Andy Hannah, too, was a Trojan; the Everton crowd idolised him. No task was too big for his lion courage. Resourceful to every call, his was the mastermind that laid the plan and gave the call for every phase of the battle. He put heart and courage in his men, and was the mainspring of action in every encounter. With him was the invincible Dan Doyle, that legendary hero of a hundred stern fights, whose fame is even yet a magic password where young Celts in Glasgow look up the records of ancient chiefs. More than any other player of the early Everton days he brought the name of the club to the highest pinnacle, as the team that rose to every challenge and would never accept defeat. So great was his prestige as an impassable barrier in defence that people flocked whenever the Everton team played to see "the great" Dan Doyle. No player in England could ever say he had got the better of Dan in a contest of strength or skill on the field. He took the field in every match as one who would do or die. Little wonder that many an attack crumpled at the outset rather than risk a fall from the brawny Celt. He was like many another big players, said at times to be over vigorous but scrupulously jealous of the good name of his club, he fought to win, and in every game it is the weaker one that goes to the wall. That wonderful half-back line Kirkwood, Holt, and Campbell was the keystone of the team. Comparisons have often been made of the effectiveness as a line, compared with later half-back combinations of national fame, but as we have mentioned earlier, the strength and brilliance of Kirkwood'as line was its close association with the attacking division, and on necessity its internal part of the Everton defence. When the Everton team was in defence five backs were in active eschalon. Holt, Kirkwood, and "Watty" Campbell never let an enemy forward line steady down to a sustained attack. Like terriers or bulldogs they seized on to the individual attackers and worried or badgered them until from sheer exhaustion they gave up the attack, then like whippets these three halves were in full flight up the field feeding and nursing their own forwards in the counter-offensive. If Dan Kirkwood could train a modern half-back line to the playing methods of his own playing days, we should have more pleasant reading most Saturday nights. Of the framed forward line of the Everton team, we have said a lot. We could say more, but it would be repetition.

January 18, 1926. The Daily Courier.
Goals can be hard to get despite the new football. Everton and Cardiff City could only manage one each in a grim and exciting game, under difficult conditions, at Goodison Park. The offside change may have released the grip of the defence, but neither set of forwards were able to avail themselves of the better scope for getting goals. It was not however, a safety-first game, in which, afraid of defeat, each side concentrated on defence. The forwards strove hard on the icy, bone hard surface, and the light ball played pranks with many pairs of feet, while players "topped" and "sliced" their drives repeatedly. Under such conditions teams come pretty much to a level, but, without bias, Everton, who were effectively shod for the surface, should have come into power in the second half, when they made the pace. Hill, indeed, must have imagined a regiment was charging him in the latter stages.

A feature was the way Peacock curled out of his shell. As a rule he is not in the heroic mould; but on this occasion he introduced snap and spirit, was tenacious under pressure, and happy in supplying his forwards. From first to last he was among it. It was more Bain and Virr's game second half. There were few fallings here. Bain's display was splendid. He played a hard, stubborn game, and it was due to him that Ferguson, Cardiff's Scotman, was not too trustful, while that other Scotsman, McLachlan, and Cassidy, the ex-Bolton Wanderers, treated him and Peacock with respect. The Everton halves' grip on the pair and Ferguson, from Motherwell –Cardiff;s three more recent acquisilious to strengthen their attack –was a feature in their cap. Virr was not faced with so stubborn a wing in Cardiff's only Welshman, Will Davies, and Lawson, who, nevertheless, were plodders, but kept the ball too much in the air, although they were by no means the only offenders. Virr's certainly as close quarters, his dash and enterprise, had them at times guessing; but Davies' trouble was that he was missing his Welsh partner, Len Davies, who was injured in the first Burnley Cup-tie. It cannot be said that the Everton wings impressed greatly. Kennedy the ex-Manchester United man, brought in for Troup started well, and as afterwards patchy. O'Donnell was forceful, as usual, and helped Dean to play one of his best games. Through his aid Dixie got that sensational goal within a minute of the restart with an instantaneous drive into the left hand corner of the net. Hill like the crowd, was faken by surprise. Possibly he might have saved, but he could reflect "This was so sudden."

There was also the surprise element in Nicholson's equaliser tem minutes after from an opportune header, but with prompter defence methods, the score would have been obviated. Chedgzoy and Irvine have finished better, though they were untiring until Irvine got concussion early in the second half, when he collided in midfield and fell. When he resumed, the pair changed places. This meant two men out of position, and a weakness on this wing. Still the run of the game was with Everton subsequently, and Dean and O'Donnell with occasionally Bain, were persistent marksmen. Miskicks by both sets of backs were excusable, but there was too much lunging kicking and sending the ball anywhere, so that the normal run if the game was interfered with. Raitt used his head to advantage early on before Everton had settled down, and McDonald was generally formidable in defence. Cardiff had rested at Southport since their replay. They were particularly smart on the ball, and under normal conditions are a well-balanced side. Only Nelson, the Scottish international, was out of the Cup-tie replay side, but for some reason the rearguard was re-shuffled, Blair, Watson, and Nelson, all being moved, while Reid was brought in at centre half. Teams: - Everton: - Hardy, goal, Raitt, and McDonald, backs, Peacock, Bain, Virr, half-back, Chedgzoy (captain), Irvine, Dean, O'Donnell, and Kennedy, forwards. Cardiff City: - Hill, goal, Watson, and Blair backs, Nicholson, Reed, and Slean, half-backs, Lawson, W. Davies, Ferguson, Cassidy, and McLachlam, forwards.

January 18, 1926. The Daily Courier.
Apart from their finishing power Everton Reserves gave a very impressive show at Valley Parade, for they were infinitely superior to the Paraders at all points, and should have won more handsomely than the odd goal in three. Nevertheless, there was an unsavory flavour about the scoring of the winning goal. Fowler was adjudged to have pushed Troup with his hands, and McBain scored from the penalty. The act certainly did not appear to warrant it, but still the Paraders had compensation when they awarded a penalty against Kerr for alleged hands, which in the majority of cases would have been allowed to pass. Gallacher drove the ball straight at Kendall, who saved cleverly, and Everton came out rightly as victors. In point of concerned action Everton was assuredly a class by themselves. Apart from Murray, who was rather too slow on the ball, all the forwards reverted admirable qualities. Both Troup and Weaver were exceedingly quick and clever, though Weaver failed sadly when he had the whole goal to fire at. Not a little of the opportunities of the forwards was created by McBain. His splendidly timed low passes were an object lesson while he had rare support from Rooney and Hart. It was in the intermediate line where the greatest advantage lay.

January 18 1926. The Daily Courier.
Though the snow made a treacherous playing pitch, Ormskirk's forwards gave a delighted exhibition of football, and it was only the brilliancy of Jones, in the Everton goal, that kept down the score. In the second half, especially, Ormskirk's forwards were wonderful and they forced corner after corner, Jones saved innumerable shots, Bowes scored in the first half and Hindle in the second for Ormskirk, for whom Britton Topping, and Hindle were the pick of a happy set of forwards.

January 20, 1926. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury.
WM McGough will play for the reserves on Saturday Derby, McGough is from Bootle Celtic, and has signed amateur forms for Everton, he is regarded as a most promising centre-forward and has scored twenty-five goals this season. He stands 5ft 9ins and weights more than 11 stone. He has played well in the Liverpool county cup competition in which his team defeat Burscough 5-0, Skelmersdale united 7-1 and St Helens town 3-0.

January 23 rd 1925. The Daily Courier
Everton visit White Hart Lane, where they have invariably done well. The side is unchanged, except that Troup returns in place of Kennedy. On the other hands, The Spurs have one or two doubtful. Forster, the left full-back lost his father this week, and there is a possibility he will not be able to get back from the funeral in time to play, while Skinner, Handley, Page, and Hinton are on the injured list. The Spurs' nevertheless, will field a fairly strong side, and as they have the advantage of ground, it may enable them to pull through by a narrow margin. The teams will probably be: - Everton: - Hardy, Raitt, McDonald; Peacock, Bain, Virr; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Dean, O'Donnell, Troup. Tottenham Hotspur: - Kaine; Clay, Forester; Smith, Skitt, White, Thompson, Seed, Lindsay, Elkes, Dimmock.

January 25 th 1926. The Daily Courier.
A strange to White Hart Lane on Saturday watching the game for the first 20 minutes would have come to the conclusion that the men from the Merseyside were in for a big beating. In that period the 'Spurs got a goal and if they had obtained another few would have considered it phenomenal. But that was the end of it. From that stage onwards the Blues gradually improved.

The sequel was that the end came with the scores level –and, truth to tell, the 'Spurs in the latter stages had plenty to thank the fates for that they had shared the points. Dean in the last few minutes got his head to a well-placed centre that appeared a certainly for the Blues. Luck as much as anything else was responsible for the goalkeeper getting it clear. That was not the only narrow shave the home goal had, because just previously. Irvine nearly gone right through on his own. In some respects it was a remarkable game. For one thing, the 'Spurs immediately after the interval lost Kaine, who dislocated his right elbow in stopping a shot. But the Blues also had their ill-luck because Sam Chedgzoy had to go off soon after the interval with an injured ankle. While the first half could legitimately becalmed by the North Londoners, the Blues indubitably had the second. In the first half the 'Spurs displayed well-balanced, skillful football, but after Kaine went off and Tommy Cley went in goal much of the snap and cohesion seemed to go out of the side.

The 'Spurs' goal came after seven minutes and to tell the truth it looked imminent from the start. The 'Spurs had taken the aggressive straight away, and at last Thompson worked his way in from the wing and beat Hardy from close range. From the way the 'Spurs carried on after this one could be forgiven for imagining that they meant to repeat the dose. However, the Blues gradually took the measure of their opponents, and while Bain, Virr, and Peacock saw that the 'Spurs vanguard was not given too much rope, the Merseyside front line began to pay fairly frequent visits to the other end. The upshot was that 20 minutes after the interval Dixie Dean beat Clay from a corner. From then the game undeniably went to Everton, and it is probable that the home supporters were glad to hear the final whistle go with the position as it was. In obtaining a point at White Hart-lane in this fashion Everton did more than many teams can do. After they had worn down the edge of the initial 'Spurs onslaught, the Blues proceeded to show that Jack was as good as his master. Irvine played a fine game for the Blues, and was an outstanding forward on the field. His ball control and dribbling was excellent, and more than once he nearly beat the 'Spurs' defence on his own.

For long periods Dean was out of the picture, but he happened to be in the right place at the right time in the second half when he equalised. O'Donnell played his usual dashing game, and once or twice came near scoring. Troup and Chedgzoy, on the wings, put in some valuable work. The Blues' halves appeared to be taken by surprise for the first 20 minutes, but after that they showed what they were capable of. Both McDonald and Raitt have been more impressive. The 'Spurs are a good side. Dimmock seems to be getting back to the form, which won his cap. Thompson, too, on the other wing, was a player who needed a great deal of watching. Undoubtedly the 'Spurs missed Osborne, and Seed, who came in at the last moments, will need more time to get back to real form. Teams: - Tottenham Hotspur: - Kaine, goal, Clay, and Forster, backs, Smith Skitt, and White, half-backs, Thompson, Seed, Lindsay, Elkes, and Dimmock, forwards. Everton: - Hardy, goal, McDonald, and Raitt backs, Virr, Bain, and Peacock, half-backs, Chedgzoy (captain), Irvine Dean, O'Donnell, and Troup, forwards.

January 25, 1926. The Daily Courier.
Everton won, but there was not a great deal between the sides. The Derby forwards at times displayed brilliant combination, and also rounded off their attacks with good shots. Kendall, however, was un splendid fettle and made some exceedingly smart clearances, while on two occasions the woodwork stood between the visitors and a goal. The Everton front line was weak on the left wing. Kennedy not being at home in the outside position. McBain, at inside right, was a success, however, passing the ball with his usual artistry. Just before the interval he took a penalty kick, but the ball rebounded off both posts back into play. McGough, who signed an amateur form during the week, made a promising first appearance, and had the satisfaction of scoring the only goal with a well placed shot. Everton: - Kendall, goal, Hamilton, and Kerr, backs, Rooney, Reid, and Virr, half-backs, Weaver, McBain, McGough, Houghton, and Kennedy, forwards.

January 25, 1926. The Daily Courier.
At Townsend-lane. Everton were the more aggressive in the initial half, but after the interval they were seldom seem in the visitors quarters. Rand scored for Everton after five minutes' play; Ryding secured their other point with a well-placed header. St. Helens got on level terms through Chanley and Booth, and 10 minutes from the end Brown scored the winning goal with a high shot. Harrison Gaskill and Holbrooke, the home half-backs, were always in the thick of it, and broke up made raids. In the last minute Fairhurst made a grand solo effort, but his final shot was charged down by an Everton defenders. Booth, Holland, and Fairhurst were the best on the St. Helens side while Harrison, Hibbert and Gaskill did well for Everton.

January 29, 1926. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury.
Everton have signed WC Smith of Thorndale as a amateur. He stands 5ft 9half ins and weights 10 stone. Smith is to play outside right for the Liverpool County FA team against Cheshire at Prenton Park tomorrow.

January 30, 1926. The Daily Courier.
There are only two First Division League games one of which is at Goodison Park, where Everton and Leicester City meet (Kick off 3.0). The Blues, owing to an accident to Chedgzoy, play Weaver on the extreme right, but though the ex-Burnley man came here as a left-winger, he has performed before in this position. Apart from this change, Everton are at full strength. Leicester sprang a surprise at Anfield a few weeks back, but I am taking Everton to win here. Old favourites in Harold Wadsworth, Jack Bamber and Kenny Campbell are included in the visitors side. Teams: - Everton: - Hardy; Raitt, McDonald; Peacock, Bain, Virr; Weaver, Irvine, Dean, O'Donnell, Troup. Leicester City: - Campbell; Black, Osborne; Newton, Watson, Bamber; Adcock, Hine, Candler, Lochhead, Wadsworth.

January 30 th 1926. The Liverpool Football Echo
I often wonder how many of our old-time famous players are still living in the neighborhood of their former triumphs? Some names leap at once to memory on Fred Geary, Jack Sharp, Jack Bell, and Jack Parkinson, but surely there must be many others, did we know them. Griffiths the old Everton player, I came across recently in Clubmoor, and Peter Gordon, Hope Robertson and Andy McGreigan I have hard of lately. Bill Stewart, the famous Everton half-back, was a recent visitor at Goodison Park, while Bob Kelso paid a holiday visit to Liverpool (without letting me know). Alick Latta was last heard of in Ireland, either Dublin or Belfast, Alf Milward was said to be resident in Southampton. Edgar Chadwick is in a successful business in Blackburn; Johnny Holt I have not heard of for years. Dicky Boyle, I believe went back to his draughtsmanship on the Clyde, poor Alec Harley met an accidental death in a Southern town, and we all remember the tragic death of Sandy Young. But what about the former Everton and Liverpool stalwarts Farmer and Dobson? Jack Taylor was in business in Walton. Bert Sharp, too; Wilfred Forhan, also found a soldiers grave "somewhere in France." But what of the great majority? Joey Murray the Irrepressible, Walter Abbott, the sturdy one, Billy Balmer and brother Bob, and George Crelly –the last three Aintree boys and a credit to Liverpool. What became of Fred Becton and Harry Bradshaw, and Dicky Downes? What, too, of Jackie Robertson, Davie Storrier and "Baldy" Pinnell and Jimmy Settle? Some old Favorites are still well in the public eye, Jack Cox, whom I last saw two years ago at a Blackpool tournament, has got his heart's ambitious and set up a record not likely to be equalled for many a long day by winning the "Talbot" and the "Waterloo" sweep there in the same year. My Hearty congratulations, Jack. You seen to have attained every ambition you set out for. May fortune favour you to the end. Harry Makepeace is in cricket earning an honoured name for Lancashire, as did Jack Sharp before him. Alick Raisebeck is earning great distinction as a team manager at Bristol. Alf Schofield, the old flying Everton winger, is now equally prominent in the sports of kings. Tom Booth too, is earning fame as a billiard exponent who is highly spoken of. Dave Kirkwood, of Everton, and Matt McQueen of Liverpool, have exchanged the playing field for the "directing" field with gratifying success, but what of the others of the old brigade? Johnny Madden, Johnny Divers Battles Adams, Albert Chadwick, and Bert Freeman. Of Watty Campbell and Arthur Rule, who made so brief a stay at Everton. George Kitchen and Whitley, the goalkeepers, who left Everton to the great regret of many, are others popular recollections. The later Davy Jardine is succeeded in the game by a promising son. McMillian, who played on the wing with Elliott at one time, was last in Liverpool some years ago; but there must be a whole host of former players could we but get in touch with them. We must have a great football night some time, when some of these old players could come out of their retirement and add to the happiness of recollection by renewing long-sustained friendships. Some of the players of those days –and later days, Jack Cock to wit –were gifted vocalists and musicians. Jack Southworth, for instance is a professional instrumentalist of distinction. Look what a grand smoking concert they could provide amongst themselves. Joey Murray was already a singer of distinction, Johnny Divers was a stepdancer, and Bob Kelso could do tricks with cards. But that again is another story, and will bear its telling in due course. The career of local football professionals who have made good in the game will ever be a matter of pride to those football legislators of the County F.A. who have laboured for the object for years. Mr. Lythgoe and Mr. Grant could each tell of the efforts of their colleagues for the past thirty years to develop this local spirits. From the far-away days of Aintree Church Lansdowne, and Birkenhead "Locus," their council representatives in season and out were ever mindful of the chances their young players had in the presence on the F.A. of Everton and Liverpool colleagues. The Directorate of both clubs were ever on the look out for the claims of likely lads for the premier teams, and they had always carte blanche from their own clubs to foster and encourage their progress. The late Mr. Roche, of Lannsdowne and Bootle F.C., Mr. Wilson of Tranmere "Jim" Bayliffe, of White Star Wanderers, and Harry Coghean, of Garston Copper Works, could bear witness how keen was the desire to have a strong nursing ground for locals in both premier elevens. When critics are rampageous for new "talent" as sometimes will happen, they might regard, and respect this self-denying ordinance of football directors who, week in and week out throughout a whole season, give their time ungrudgingly to this voluntary service. Not for them the cosy saloon carriage, with the "luxury" of long cold, journeys and railway commissariat; not for them the cosy comfort of the grand stand and the interval refresher. Instead the weary tramp to some suburban field or quagmire, with an hour's cold stand in some wild swept waste, and the equally cold trudge home –all for what? That they might report to the nest week's board meeting that –was coming along nicely in speed and shooting ability, and was worth a retaining fee or an amateur registration. Generally it was these self denying directors who got the least press publicity, and consequently their names figured less frequently in the reports of big matches where among "Those present were noticed, etc. Not for them the long summer holiday tour with the Continental travel and sightseeing. At Kipling wrote of the late Lord Roberts, "they didn't advertise," but their names are written largely in the annuals of the Liverpool F.A. and some day, if Mr. Lythgoe or Mr. Grant writes his reminiscences, some old familiar names of Everton and Liverpool will take an honoured place. The names will be unexpected one, too, because like all good men they "did good by stealth and blushed to find it fame!"



January 1926