HARLAND BACK IN GOAL.
October 1 1924. The Daily Courier.
BLUES' THREE CHANGES AGAINST LIVERPOOL
Everton last evening selected the side to do duty in the first of the local Derby games on Saturday. Liverpool will choose their side after today's match with the South Africans. The Blues make three changes from the side that went under to Notts County –in goal, at half-back, and forward. The recent lapses of Kendall have upset the youthful keeper and in the circumstances the directors have decided to bring in the Irishman, Harland. Brown is fit again and takes his place in the halves vice Peacock, while forward Irvine displaces Hargreaves. Cock leads the attack. Thus the “old firm” of last season do duty again. The full side is: - Harland; Raitt, and Livingstone; Brown McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards. Mr. McIntosh had made arrangements to “house” a great crowd, but all must pay at the turnstiles. The Reserves seats, which number 230, have already been disposed of, so it is useless to “ring up” the secretary. That gates open at 1.30.

EVERTON MAKE THREE CHANGES
Liverpool Echo - Wednesday 01 October 1924
RE-ENTER HARLAND, IRVINE AND BROWN
Bee’s Notes
The big local game is due at Goodison Park on Saturday, and, naturally, everyone has been anxious to know what is happening regarding the team selection. It would seem folly for Liverpool to make a change in view of last week’s improvement, but they may be forced to make a change against their will as Forshaw has strained a muscle of the groin and at the moment is a doubtful starter. No one wants a team sheer that shall be excused in any way. A fair field and no favour is what everyone wants. Let us hope that Forshaw will fulfil the doctor’s belief that he will be all right by the week-end. Meantime Everton have chosen the team and have made changes-as expected. Harland returns to goal vice Kendall, who has had no sort of fortune this season, yet has kept goal so well that at the Spurs’ ground, for instance, he made a draw when a heavy crop of goals could not have been debated other than by the excellence of Kendall. Brown and Irvine are fit again and return to make the side just what it was in personnel last season thus Everton start happy in the belief that at long last they will have a real show and a sweet victory. Liverpool have a say in this matter, and have a notice of motion “to the contrary.” Everything is in order thus early for a magnificent game; the state of the turf will favour a fast game and the ball would not skid nor yet fly away, as it has done in most seasons when early games have been played.

WHAT WILL THE HARVEST OF THE DERBY MEETING BE?
Liverpool Echo - Friday 03 October 1924
THE CITY’S GREAT GALA DAY
Bee’s Notes
For years I have had the pleasure of seeing the Derby games between Everton and Liverpool. They are among my most treasured memories. They have in the last fifteen years been the specimens of sporting concern, where excitement might easily have led fellows to step over the mark; but no, every man stood for something more than mere victory-each stood out labelled “sportsman” in golden letters, and the crowd was able to concentrate on football fervour instead of football fool-hardliness. Thus we had the salt of football instead of the slope. Other cities have not been so fortunate as we. When we see Liverpool’s Mayor making out a case for this city as “the second city of the British Isles” we are justly proud. He means us! You and me. I will now add my dictum that what Glasgow is to Scottish football, Liverpool is to English football. No clubs in the land draw the consistent loyal following that attends matches at Anfield and Goodison Park. May the good work go on, and we may be worthy of our pride in the city’s football affairs. Liverton matches have been patterns of bright play, without a tinge of shady tactics. I mention these matters once again because we have some newcomers to Derby Day strife, and they must be told what is expected of them.
NOT A CURTAIN LECTURE
Do not misunderstand me, young man. Time was- and not sixteen years ago- when I reckoned the meeting of Everton and Liverpool somewhat disgraceful- and said so. Then did a deputation attend at the offices of my masters, and suggested that I was trying to take the bread and butter from the mouths of men who were earning their living by the game. The platitude about bread and butter always leaves me very scornful. You and I, who earn our bread and whatever goes with it, would not be tolerated one moment by our governors if we did not do our duty, clean and true. Then why should sportsmen need to be called to account? The word “sportsman” carries with it a special distinction. All footballers should be men of distinction- otherwise sportsmen. Enough of this talk; I don’t want to give a curtain lecture -I just want to say these things, “Lest anyone forget.” Get on with the game, and may the better side win-that is our common hope.
A DRAW LOOKS WELL
For some years I was interested and concerned to see a critic who dealt with the Mersey Derby, who seemed to know no prospective verdict except “A draw.” I have fallen foul of many a local man who has cried “partisan” when I have chosen one side or the other, but fortunately that was before the game was played. Saturday’s result brought redemption! Monday’s comments undid my case once again, however! Now for years I have had a clear-out selection for the Derby game, and this time I an drawn to a draw. I can see nothing else for it. There is not a wealth of difference between the teams for this season -although Everton have seemingly been better than their rivals, they have not convinced by their work in front of goal. Now any side that does well in the open and badly in front of goal cannot hope to win regularly. Liverpool, on the other hand, have got into a fiery groove, born of determination, and on Saturday’s showing-first half only, mark you- they are out to hit shots home. Thus they are likely to get goals. Everton are an enigma in this direction. They might and they might not. Much depends upon whether they get off the mark with a goal lead.
VALUE OF A LEAD
Everton are playing as curiously as they did at the beginning of last season. They are temperamental in part, and of they start well, they will want some holding. If they begin badly, they will be showing signs of stress and strain. On the other hand, they are meeting a rugged side, whose movements nowadays is not flash, but makes for eating up yards of space. I think the Anfield defence is slightly the steadier and more experienced; at half back Everton hold the palm; and the duel with Bromilow and Chedgzoy is ended, for Bromilow has gone to the other wing. One of the joys of past Derby-day games was to see Bromilow boring Chedgzoy to the touchline. It was a battle of giants and wits. Pratt is now due to play against the right wing. It may go hard with him, judged on past affairs, but then Pratt is streets in from of last season’s form; so it may go hard with Chedgzoy. It is a very even encounter, full of possibilities, full of the frailty borne of excitement, and full of football feasting. May the better side win. For my part, I think neither will. But who could be dogmatic about such a pair of sides? 
THE CHANGES THEREIN
The team-sheet shows some changes from last week, and this is notable where Everton are concerned. Everyone is glad to see Bob Irvine back again. He is a natural footballer, strong of body, quick in dribble, and so far unlucky with shots. However, he’s so young that he is sure to get plenty for Everton as the days year on. Everton have missed him this season, and his reappearance may be the turning and the tuning point so far as the Everton front line is concerned. Brown, too, returns after an absence of a week. He is playing very well just now, and has been at his best since the second match of the season. In goal Harland’s return means that the side reads very much like last season’s eleven than at any other point of the season. Harland has experience, where Kendall has to make his, and the backs, will doubtless pass-back, if necessary-and I hope it will be the order only when it is absolutely vital to them- with more confidence than recently. Kendall has been most unlucky in his appearances in the first team. He started (last season’s debut) with a ball nodded to the point at which he was not standing, and this season he has had three unnerving experiences. However, he is young, and in time he will have a working agreement with his defenders and with his own thoughts. Liverpool (Probable); Scott; Lucas, Mackinlay; Bromilow, Wadsworth, Pratt; Rawlings, Forshaw, Johnson, Shone, Hopkin. Everton; Harland; Raitt, Livingstone; Brown, McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup.

FAMOUS OLD TIMERS
October 4, 1924. The Liverpool Football Echo
Victor Hall Describes The Coming Of Dickey Boyle – The Great Judge
From our previous gallery of favourite local players we may take occasional digression to other periods, and among them will be found men who endeared them services to local followers equally with their predecessors in both Everton and Liverpool. The latter club though formed later than Everton, had its own gallery of celebrities to some of whom we hope to refer in greater detail in later articles. Alec Raisebeck and Andy McGuigan, as well as Harry Storey and James Cox, each worked mightily to raise the prestige of the young Liverpool club, and their play and personality had an important effect in the initiation of Liverpool into the charmed circle of the League. Now we can review those brilliant players from “ayont the Tweed,” who, coming to Everton with named already famous in Scotland, enhanced the fame of the club that Holt, Geary, Chadwick, and Milward had helped so materially to establish. The Clyde area had ever been a fruitful ground for recruiting first-class players for English clubs whose growing League “gates” were enabling them to complete with the wealthy Glasgow clubs for rising players, Celtic and Rangers in Glasgow while on the spot and wealthy enough, could not ascribe all the brilliant young men who were coming rapidly into prominence from the engineering clubs allocated to all the Clyde shipbuilding area. Vale of Leven and Dumbarton Clubs, in particular were a positive “forcing” ground for talent and the latter club in Alec Latta, had already provided Everton with the brilliant eight winger is that great forward line of which we have written that had made history, while it was making Everton. The agents them whom Everton employed in Scotland to report on promising debutants who were willing to migrate South, were constantly urged to leave no stone unturned to secure the signature for an English League form of those younger men, whose fame had already been recognized by international and other honours in their active Scotland. The agents were paid a fixed fee of £10 for each player of note whom they were instrumental in signing for the wealthier English clubs.
Everton were not alone by say means in being able to pay tempting “bonuses” to the selected players for signing. Other English clubs were drawing big gates and were running Everton in close rivalry with their money bags and for “big” men were frequently outbidding the Mersey club. Aston Villa, Preston North End, Blackburn Rovers, and the Nottingham clubs (both Forest and City), as well as the Sheffield Clubs were entering keenly in rivalry and the Scottish agent once he had secured the consent of the young player in Scotland to journey South for a “fee” had an easy job in dissipating of his “catch” in the keen competition that existed among the English clubs for the players.
Indeed the agent could, and did disposes of really good players –and some that were not so good 0with ease and had positive competition among the clubs concerned for his favours. Added to his report of the brilliant promise of the particularly player each English club had directors or committed men in Scotland practically every week of the season “spotting talent” and they were usually been judges of players, so that the men who were coming onto prominence in Scotland were as well known in English committee-rooms as they were in their native villages. The club-fellows of the Dumbarton club stood out, figuratively, head and shoulders above every other contemporary player in Scotland about that time. One was Dicky Boyle a right half back, the other his club mate “John Bell, a centre forward. Of John bell we hope to write fuller in a latter article. But of Dickery Boyle rumours had been rife for nearly two years in England that he was coming south. Nearly every English League club of prominence had made him offers to sign for them, and had gone the limit.” But Boyle was known to be serving his articles as a marine engineer in the drawing office of one of the great Clyde shipbuilding firms and he was spoken of as a brilliant and promising designer and one who apart from football at all would go far in his own profession eventually. It was also appreciated that he took his business seriously and would not jeopardize his business prospects for an football offer, no matter how tempting, until he was “out of time” Everton, however, were patient, and their directors were cautious in their fishing ground, while their resident agents had promised that if Dickey Boyle ever did gone “South” it would be to an Everton “form” he put his signature as a League player. And one day the news was telegraphed that “Boyle” had signed for Everton. He came to Goodison Park and modestly, and without any flourish of trumpets took his place in the team. Now, after the lapse of years, one call say quite confidently that no player ever gave the club more faithfully or loyal service. From the day he entered the Everton League them he never lost his place on playing merit. Apart from odd injuries, or transfer to the second team for some important match or Cup-tie –he never stood down –but first to last was always “in form,” and always a star in every match in which he played. He was slim in build, but sturdy, and of admirably proportioned physique. Fair to a fault in his play, he never gave the appearance of great speed, and yet he was speedy, and could turn quickly, and get off the mark with fleetest winger he had to tackle. He was extremely good to judging pace in both ball and man and wise to a degree in weighting up the style of play of his opponents and quickly adapting himself to watch and eventually combat that style. His perception as to an opponent's intention in play was uncanny in its sureness, If the other man was a poser, Boyle was sure to forestall and intercept the pass –if he was a solo player Boyle tackled him and robbed him –if he was a speed merchant, and wanted to shine by his sprints Dicky stopped him instantly and so nipped the sprint in the bed, leaving it to his backs to collect and return the ball. It was as a feeder of his own forwards however, that Dicky Boyle really shone. He rarely if ever wasted a forward pass; it was invariably a pass of judgment –it never came to a men in a position where he could do nothing with it. It seemed as if his feeding of his forwards gave the key to that particular attack. Wherever he placed the ball for a forward you might rely that was the immediate point of attack at that particular movement and if he thought it right he would “shoot” instead. They still speak at Everton today of one glorious game at Everton where Boyle fought alone and defeated a whole Sunderland team. To have seen that one famous game was to witness the apotheosis of mind over matter and brain over muscle in football. Sunderland were leading by two goals to nothing all the second half and Everton dispirited outplay had outweighed, were beaten to a men, and kicking wildly and disjointedly were waiting for the whistle to blow and save their further humiliation before their own spectators. The crowd, with only two more minutes to play were strolling out of the ground in thousands, heartbroken at the exhibition that wonderful facts of Tom Watson's had made of their favourites. Then a cheer broke out and the exodus stopped. Boyle had got ball at the half way line, and was throttling his way through –single handed. They cocked and yelled approval as he got through to shoot –a roar! He had scored! “Quick! A Minute and a half to go! “Kick-off, Sunderland” A greater roar. “Give it to Boyle” “Bravo Dickey” He has its again. “Yourself Dickery” in your own! 0Go-on! –Go on, Boyle, Boyle, played Boyle” as again he robbed one after another and paraded into goal “Now” –the goal is packed –they have all fallen back –“ Shoot” “Shot he doesn't, instead he lobs it gently over all their heads into the corner of the goal where the keeper is not –and it is” Goal!” Goal” “Goal 2” Boyle” –Oh! That goal –Oh, Richard “Dicken” Boyle.

BLUES AND REDS AT GOODISON PARK
October 4, 1924. The Daily Courier.
A CHANCE FOR EVERTON TO MAKE GOOD.
Everton are credited with playing the best football in the country, said a well known official the other evening, and I have not the slightest doubt it is true. However, it is not producing many victories. There is denying the Blues are a classy side in midfield, but when they reach the penalty area they seem to lose all idea of goal getting. If any of the Blues were present at Anfield on Wednesday they received an object lesson from the South Africans as to the value of a first time shot; if they were not present then they missed a great object lesson. However, Everton have an opportunity of silencing their critics this afternoon when they receive Liverpool in the first of the local Derby games. They will have what is looked upon as their best eleven, in addition to which it is possible they will catch Liverpool somewhat at a disadvantage, for Forshaw, owing to a strain; is a rather doubtful starter. Both sides' have done none too well to date, in Derby game this matters but little. The crowd will roll up just the same expecting to see a good game, and the probabilities are that they will not go away disappointed. Liverpool, owing to injuries, were forced to delay the selection of the side from that of last week, Wadsworth returning the centre-half owing to Cockburn being injured, while a similar reason is responsible for McNabb deposing Pratt. Apart from the possibility that Forshaw may have to stand down the Reds look capable of putting up a good fight, and finding Harland plenty of work to do in this his first League game of the season. In the past the Anfielders have done remarkably well at Goodison Park, so that they take the field with full confidence. It should be a keen struggle between the pair, with the spoils going to the home side. Teams, Everton, Harland, Raitt, and Livingstone; Brown, McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick and Troup, Liverpool; Scott Lucas, McKinlay; McNabb, Wadsworth, and Bromilow; Rawlings, Forshaw, Johnson, Shone, and Hopkins.

A SPECTATOR DIES AT THE MATCH
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 4, 1924
LIVERPOOL WIN THROUGH AN EARLY GOAL BY RAWLINGS
A SPIRIT GAME
Liverpool; Scott; Lucas, Mackinlay; Bromilow, Wadsworth, Macnabb; Rawlings, Forshaw, Johnson, Shone, Lawson. Everton; Harland; Raitt, Livingstone; Brown, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup. Fever raged in Liverpool to-day. It was a fever, centred on Everton and Liverpool. The day was once again magnificent for spectator and player, and everything was in perfect order for a fine sporting game. Liverpool brought back Wadsworth and Macnabb and Everton brought back Harland, Irvine, and Brown. The sun gave way to dullness, with a suggestion of fog, but this did not prevent thousands being left outside the ground and 53,000 inside. Boys crowded on to the gulley, and even in the ground stand the back row was packed with people standing. Lawson for Hopkin was a twelfth hour change. Hopkin had strained his leg. Chambers was on the stand wishing he were fit for service, and Mr. Ward, of Kirkham, was in the middle of the field policing the patrol. We had a forerunner of what was to follow when Livingstone headed out hastily, and Forshaw tried a chance shot of many yards.
A DOUBTFUL FOUL
Raitt was hurt on the head through collision with Johnson, and Wadsworth was to my mind wrongly penalised when he was stated to have used his arm. Everton had a spell of attack, which suggested that they thought nothing of the opposition. They passed, centred, and played good style football with a punch in it, but Macnabb stayed their progress, and when McBain kicked round a ball a good chance of a goal had gone. Away went Liverpool on the left, and Raitt tackled Lawson, who had gone far beyond the limit and had ruined his chance of a centre.
RAWLING’S SWIFT GOAL
Raitt put the ball into touch, and this simple, and even clever little affair, created a goal in three minutes. Rawlings scored two last week and had a hand in the third that was scored. He now had an easy chance close in as an absolute consequence of the throw-in being swept across by Bromilow, who has a grand habit of putting a ball from the left to the right. Harland and Livingstone went unavailingly for the awkward ball, and when Livingstone fell on his feet, Rawlings could not have been more than three yards out. This was a shock for the side that had started so well. Some fine football was seen from this point. For instance, Shone made a long drive that was saved; Chedgzoy did ditto, and Cock made a wonderful back-heel movement, from which Chedgzoy, who had a bad time with Bromilow, hooked the ball over the head of the half-back, and then rammed in a drive that Scott patted down. Lucas made one poor return, Mackinlay slipped at the soft top-surface, and then Chadwick had one near goal, while W. Wadsworth lay on the turf hurt. Liverpool were playing a plucky defensive game now, and Everton were wasting no chances of shooting.
LIVERS ON THE DEFENSIVE
Cock was covered; Chadwick was twice wide of the mark, and there followed a solo dribble by the home centre that for a time suggested a penalty decision. What happened was that Cock became unbalanced and stumbled twice. McBain hasn’t played a better game this season. He was artist, schemer, and passer de luxe. Even so, Everton had to fight under the damaging knowledge that they were a goal behind. There was plenty of excitement in every move, and none more than when Lucas badly mis-kicked. Cock, having had another shot smothered, found the ball go out to Irvine. He hit a fine one to the side of the net. Harland made a well-judged catch from Lawson in one of Liverpool’s rare breakaway efforts, and a grand dual movement, jewelled in every link, by Cock and Chadwick, got as far as shooting distance when the centre put the ball outside by a narrow margin. Mackinlay was full of resolution, and it needed his best foot when Irvine was sneaking through. Everton’s pressure had been very sustained, but now Shone, who had played very bright football, and effective, too, opened out a way for Johnson.
HARLAND TESTED
Hart fell back and saved a most dangerous situation and a second later Harland got rid of a back-heel touch, which was as full of danger as a hive is full of bees in summer time. After this spell there came a good length centre by Chadwick, Irvine shooting to the right-hand corner, where Scott made a dive. Right on half-time Wadsworth foolishly charged Cock in the back, and the free kick nearly cost a goal, only a superlative save by Scott saving Chadwick’s big drive. In the last gasp of a thoroughly enjoyable half Rawlings made a hanging centre that Harland half fielded. Johnson nearly made No. 2 for his side. Half-time; Everton 0, Liverpool 1.
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN!
According to many watches, the referee played overtime in the first half. When the teams resumed, Hart, McBain, and Brown did good things; but Livingstone blundered, and soon after Forshaw was near heading a second and as the ball travelled on, Rawlings, like Seymour, of Newcastle, went to the middle of the goal and missed a very easy chance of completing his double. The peculiarity of the game was the fact that Lawson and Rawlings had been seen only on the occasion of single-handed efforts, three in number all told. They had been really dangerous on those occasions. On the other hand, Troup had hardly been seen in the game to date, and another winger, Chedgzoy, had been troubled to get past Bromilow. Forshaw tried another chancey drive, and a header of his went so close that many thought a goal had come. For a time Liverpool played better than in the first half, and it was at this time that Mackinlay was at his best.
MANY FIRST AID CASES
A famous player who wanted to play to-day said that it was a test between class and dash. That remark summarised the whole affair in a nutshell. Up to now there had been many ambulance cases of a minor character, and one gentleman who was taken off while the excitement was greatest looked tragically ill. At last Troup got busy through Macnabb making an error. The little man’s centre went to Chadwick, who was crowded out. As a matter of fact, Everton were pretty easily covered. They courted the “Covered Wagon,” yet only the best work from Mackinlay and Lucas prevented Everton’s long sustained frontal attack taking root. It was a fine test of vigour and scheming. Shone hurt his head and the crowd’s cries led one to believe that the new rule about stopping play for injuries had not sunk into their systems. One of the tit-bits of the day was a battle between Macnabb and Troup.
TROUP STIRS HIMSELF
Another was the sight of Wadsworth dribbling and passing forward, the shock being too much for Forshaw, who made a splendid straight shot for goal. Troup did more in the last half hour than any time previously, and when he got Macnabb to handle at the goalline, outside the penalty area, Everton again came near the equaliser. Forshaw was weak with his finishing shot, which went just wide. From being the aggressors Everton were forced to rely upon their defence, and Harland took several passes safely.
DEFENSIVE METHODS
Everton redoubled their efforts to get level, and Liverpool fought with grim determination. They contested every inch of the ground stubbornly, and with time pressing Everton put on extra pressure. Liverpool covered their goal cleverly and there was a sensible understanding with the half backs, who fell back and assisted the defence. Rawlings put the ball into the centre at a nice pace, but Johnson’s header went well over the bar. Twice Lucas kicked the ball against Cock in his attempt to clear. Irvine drove in a fine effort. McBain forced a corner in the last minute and Chadwick seemed to have a splendid chance as the ball came into the Liverpool goal, but he hesitated and Troup finished with a wide shot. Scott headed out a beauty from Chedgzoy just on time.
Final; Everton 0, Liverpool 1
SUMMED UP
It was a fine game, as usual, and a distinct credit to the contesting sides. One thing we can pride ourselves on, and that is that our “Derby” days are a pattern to other clubs. The players deserve that as a pat on the back to begin with. The verdict was a just one. Everybody knows Everton attacked more often than Liverpool, but that does not affect the judgement of the verdict, for what can one mean when one says “they had the better of the play?”
The better of the play counts for nothing if it is not completed with strong shooting, and in this department Everton were remiss. Their forward line did good things in part, but they were easily crowded out. They played far too close a game. Liverpool, on the other hand, kept the ball and the game going in an open manner, and the number of times that Forshaw shot, for instance, was an object lesson to the opposition side. I thought McBain, Shone, and Bromilow the stars of the day, with Scott making a grand save from Chadwick, and Lucas and McKinlay defending well once they had got going after a bad passage.
A RECORD
Attendance, 56,000. Receipts are a record for League games, £3,560.
SPECTATOR’S DEATH
The spectator who was taken on a stretcher from the ground died in the dressing room. When one stretcher case was brought out from the bottom end of the field and taken down the players’ sub-way, his appearance suggested that he was in a very bad way. In fact, I said to a colleague, that I feared he was dead. Then came the news that he was an epileptic case. The news will cast a great sorrow over the ground, because all the arrangements had been perfect, and a happening of this kind is a natural blow to all who went to see a fine game. The man looked about thirty-eight years of age, well-dressed in a blue suit and patent leather shoes and black and white socks.

ORMSKIRK v.  EVERTON “A”
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 4, 1924
At Ormskirk, before a fair attendance, Ormskirk were first dangerous. Martindale in the first minute had a great chance. Ormskirk were always dangerous, but a sudden breakaway by Everton saw Barton getting past all opposition and cleverly beating Page. Ormskirk, however, continued to have the best of matters, and Jones had repeatedly to save, the best effort coming from Martindale.
Half-time; Ormskirk 0, Everton 1

STUD MARKS
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 4, 1924
By Louis T. Kelly

• Last Saturday’s happenings unexpectedly opened out possibilities re this afternoon’s finding at Goodison.
• Local rivalry is also a great leveller as a rule, and so the majority of to-day’s big crowd were in an anything-may-happen mood when hostilities commenced.
• Bromilow as right half last week recalled the fact that this was his League debut position (at Burnley) five seasons ago.
• Only two clubs in Division 1 had scored fewer goals than Everton this morning.
• Sam Chedgzoy and Lucas among our Mersey experts should be well in the running for honours in the pending match v. Ireland, while Bob Irvine will probably secure recognition in the “visiting” side to Goodison on the 22nd.
• Everton’s young reserve ‘keeper, Jones, is a tall, well-built recruit from Ferndale F.C., and promises well.

EVERTON 0 LIVERPOOL 1
October 6, 1924. The Daily Courier.
OPEN METHODS MORE EFFECTIVE.
LIVERPOOL USUAL WIN AT THE PARK.
By S. H. H.
Liverpool, in keeping with tradition, won the Derby game with their rivals at Goodison Park. Moreover, although only a goal divided them at the finish, they were full value for the points earned, as they played the more convincing football. By this I do not mean to infer that Liverpool's play was the prettier of the two, for that was not so. Everton, so far as combined movements went, easily took the palm, but no matter how nice the passing and repassing appeared to the great throng, there were no denying the Blues' forwards were impotent when they reached the Liverpool backs. Scott during the game had not more than three difficult shots to deal with, which is hardly a tribute to the home quintette.
OPEN METHODS.
On the other hand Liverpool adopted more open methods and swung the ball out to the wings, the result was that when they got away there was always the likelihood of a goal accuring. It was such a movement that produced the only goal after four minutes' play. Raitt, in order to save his lines, gently tipped the ball out of play. Bromilow took the throw-in, got the return, and lifted it into the goalmouth, where Forshaw was apparently covered by Livingstone. Scenting danger, Harland left his goal, but Forshaw got his head to the ball and putting it back to Rawlings, the latter had an open goal to fire into. It was a simple goal, and I rather think the Everton defence was caught napping. Anyhow they never had an effective plan of campaign after this, for, having overdone the wing game, they next concentrated on the middle, which was just as bad, as the Liverpool halves never left the inside men, and either McNabb, Wadsworth, or Bromilow intervened at the crucial moment. The tenacity of the Liverpool trio had a great deal to do with victory. It was their most effective game this season, and none did better than Wadsworth. Walter kept such a watchful eye on Cock that little was seen of the Everton centre.
THE WINNERS.
Forward the winners were well served by Johnson and Rawlings, while Lawson, who came into the side at the eleventh hour vice Hopkin, got across many good centres. At full back both McKinlay and Lucas did well after a shaky opening. Scott accounted for all that came his way in excellent style. For Everton, McBain, Chedgzoy, Troup, and Harland were the pick. The keeper had much more to do than Scott, but accomplished it in a effective manner, his saves in rapid succession from Shone and Johnson in the opening half being very fine. The game was witnessed by 50,000 people, including the Lord Mayor, the gate receipts totaling over £3,000. Teams : - Everton: - Harland, goal, Raitt, and Livingstone backs, Brown, McBain, and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards. Liverpool: - Scott goal, Lucas, and McKinlay (captain), backs, McNabb, Wadsworth, and Bromilow, half-backs, Rawlings, Forshaw, Johnson, Shone, and Lawson, forwards.

ORMSKIRK 1 EVERTON “A” 1
October 6, 1924. The Daily Courier.
LIVERPOOL COUNTY COMBINATION
A most exciting game terminated in a “scene” at Ormskirk. The home centre forward, Gregson, scored what would have been the winning goal, but the referee disallowed the point, amidst a storm of protest. As soon as the final whistle sounded the spectators rushed the ground, but the police were on the alert, and to avoid any trouble accompanied the referee to the dressing room. The Ormskirk team had been reorganised and Martindale and Topping made an excellent right wing. They gave the Everton defence plenty of work, but they were equal to it. A breakaway enabled Barton to score for Everton, and it was only after the interval that Ormskirk got on equal terms as the result of a good goal from Bamber. Ormskirk pressed almost continually towards the end without success.

FORTY YEARS OF SPORT
Athletic News- Monday, October 6, 1924
FROM TOUCH-LINE TROTTING TO TIP-UP CHAIR
By Tityrus
In days long ago when Association football players wore beards and breeches instead of being clean shaven and donning “shorts” or running pants, newspapers, as a whole, took very little notice of matches. The reports were brief, and there were none of the personal paragraphs, garrulous items, and more or less sensational news which are now part not only of weekly periodicals, but of morning and evening newspapers. While I was in Nottingham Mr. A. G. Hines, now a vice-president of the Football Association, was the honorary secretary of a club then known as Notts Olympic. This was often described as the “twist bands’ club.” A “twist hand” is an operative in the manufacture of lace. Whenever the Olympic played on Saturday Mr. Hines would bring to the office of the Daily Guardian on Sunday night a carefully-written account of the match and ask for its insertion in Monday’s issue. He did all this work and went to so much trouble without any fee or reward beyond seeing that the Olympic obtained publicity. Nor was he quite alone in his altruism. The honorary secretary of this day is of another variety as the botanists say, for he often looks to newspapers to compensate him for the time that he gives to football. Nothing that I know so powerfully illustrates the great change that has taken place in the game. At one time the secretary would supply gratis all that he could to get his club’s doing into print; now he has to be paid like any other man.
AND “WHISTKY AT INTERVALS.”
When first I attended football matches as a reporter it was necessary to walk about the ground, to keep outside the touch-lines, of course, or to stand behind the goal-posts, if the custodian was a genial man and free from nerves and small irritabilities. I have seen even a modern goalkeeper, who dwells in a nice little sanctum of his own, with the Goalkeepers’ Preservation Act to protect him, so worried that he would, when play was far away, pick up tiny stones, little bits of conder, and little tufts of grass and put them through the meshes of the net- all due to nervousness. In the old times the goalkeeper was generally self-possessed. He had to be, because he was often bundled head over heels by one forward while another was making the shot. But up and down the touch-line and round about the goals the reporter had to wander like a restless spirit. He was as much exposed to the weather as the players, but there was rarely any account to do for an evening newspaper. At last some wooden benches or desks were put up near the middle of the field, and bordering on the touchline. There was no shelter, and when the day of telegraphing reports arrived the telegraphic forms were often wet through, and sometimes blown away. Where the first press box was built I cannot say, but when one secretary was asked for such accommodation his reply to me was; “Dear me! I suppose you would like nicely glazed windows, an armchair, a foot-warmer, a cigar, and a glass of whisky at intervals.” The game was gaining adherents, “gates” were growing, and secretaries were beginning to show what they thought was independenceand hauteur. Really it was rudeness. Reporters in those early days often suffered from severe colds and contracted rheumatism. Many a time have I left a match with clothes saturated by rain and with my marrow chilled.
A ”CRACK” WITH MACAULAY
That is all past. When clubs had time for ordinary matches-there was no other fare save an occasional Cup-tie- Scottish teams used to travel South. One day Dumbarton appeared on the Park Side ground at Lenton, to play Nottingham Forest. It was a dull day, and cold, with occasional flakes of snow, although it was only the end of November in 1883. When the Sons of the Rock had become accustomed to the tilt of the ground, for the “top-side” on one wing was considerably higher than the “bottom-side,” they pressed considerably, and won 3-2. When Dumbarton were pressing their foes I stood behind the goal of the visitors, and enjoyed a chat with James Macaulay, who left the position of centre-forward to become Scotland’s most famous custodian. The backs, who I think were Lang and Hutchison, were far away up the field, and we had a “guid crack” about football. A year or two before the war broke out I was staying in London for a trip in search of cricket. Going down to the hotel breakfast I noticed a swarthy, dark-haired man at the table, and it ran in my mind that he was not a stranger, but I could not identify him. After the meal I was standing at the front door of the hotel scanning the skies, when the swarthy man who had attracted me appeared on the steps. I asked if he was any judge of weather, and if it was likely to be a fine day. He replied that there would not be any rain-and he was right. Then he inquired if it was possible to reserve a seat in the train to Glasgow. I gave him all the information I could, and then he added quite voluntarily that he was “away to Glasgow to see a football match.” As he was evidently interested in the game I said; “Did you ever play?” “Aye. I used to play a bit years ago.” Then the spring of memory was released, and I looked at him and remarked; “Why, I believe you are James Macaulay, the Scottish goalkeeper.” He answered, “That’s so.” He told me that he had been in Burma for many years, being an engineer on the boats of the Irawadi Steam Navigation Company. As we were chatting I saw a smiling face advancing along the pavement towards me. Who should come up with extended hand but L.R. Roose? With silk hat, frock coat, and neatly coiled silk umbrella, I hardly recognised him for a second. But it was Roose, sane and smart, and I gathered, off to some bacteriological laboratory. Then it was my pleasure to introduce Macaulay, Scotland’s monarch between the posts, to “Dick” Roose, the custodian of Wales-and one of the most skilful, if daring, keepers I ever saw. Only once since have I met Macaulay, and that was when he attended the Jubilee Dinner of the Queen’s Park club at Glasgow. I reminded him of his meeting with Roose, and, like a Scot, the Dumbarton hero declared that the world was only a parish. Thus there was some advantage, after all, in reporting from the touch-line and behind the goal.

THE TIP-UP SEAT ERA
In November, 1873, there appeared the first issue of a weekly periodical called “The Goal; The Chronicle of Football.” I had never heard of this publication until I looked over a miscellaneous lot of books bought for me by a very kind friend at Usk. “The Goal” was surely the first of football papers, and it seemed to have been issued by a Mr. E. M. Fraser, of The Crescent, 169, Camden-road, London, N.W. Less than two years afterwards The Athletic News was produced, and in 1886 my first contribution to its columns was signed “Ubique.” But these weekly prints did not speed the football editions of the evening newspapers. Some editors seized on this idea owing to the birth off several sheets called “Saturday Night.” I recall a “Saturday Night” at Leicester, at Belfast, and other places. They were entirely devoted to sport-and chiefly reports of football matches. The “Saturday Night” newspapers and the application of the telephone to Press work hastened the football editions, which were at one time the bane of my existence. In the middle of the ‘eighties I thought it was a great feat when the National Telephone Company “tapped” a wire by affixing an instrument to one of their posts for me to send a report of a big match on Derby Racecourse. If I recollect rightly this was an exciting’ replayed Cup-tie on neutral territory. Nowadays, there is a separate entrance for members of the Press to a private gallery of reporting box, and there the journalist can “talk” his report through an instrument on the desk in front of him to the offices of his newspaper. This is part of the advent of luxury -belonging to the era of the tip-up seat and the Cup and Saucer. Act at half-time, unless a more powerful dope than tea is preferred. The tendency of the age is towards the indulgence of Lucullus, and the modern football reporter has much more creature comforts than his predecessor of forty years ago. Nor were the players of the distant period so pampered as many of them are in these days. They seldom resented Press criticism, for they accepted praise and blame just as they would fat and lean meats. ‘Twas all part of the game and all in a lifetime. I have been scribbling about footballers from the days when I had some hair until now a comb is an encumbrance and a few scanty locks are silvered o’er with the toll of years. Seldom have players complained to me about what I have thought fit to set down.,
A CUP FINAL GOAL
Two instances to the contrary come to mind. When Sheffield United and Southampton met in the Final Tie for the Cup at the Crystal Palace in 1902 there was a curious incident, for when the second half was advanced and the United were leading by a goal scored by Common, Edgar Chadwick broke away and made a pass to Harry Wood, the father of Arthur Wood, who now keeps goal for Clapton Orient. The famous old Wolverhampton forward went on and scored. Thus the match was drawn-most unexpectedly. At that time I had left the Press Box and was sitting on the pavilion near Mr. G.S. Sherrington, one of the vice-presidents of the F.A., and Mr. P.A. Timbs, who was then on the Council. They turned and said that the goal was offside, but Tom Kirkham, of Burslem, the referee, gave a goal. I said that the ball grazed the knickers of Peter Boyle, the Sheffield United back, in transit. Strangely enough, John T. Howcroft, who was the linesman on the opposite of the field to the grandstand, thought so, too. The following Saturday the Final was replayed at the Crystal Palace, and I went down to the dressing-rooms of the pavilion to ascertain the teams before they went out. Peter Boyle saw me and most indignantly denied that the ball ever touched him, and threatened to do all manner of things with my poor body. No doubt he was annoyed and at the moment heated. I felt the truth of what Lafeadio Hearn once said; “What is wanted in a time of embarrassment and danger is a good head- not a strong arm.” So I temporised about optical delusions and  mistakes to which all men are subject.
“JUST ABOUT MY WEIGHT.”
Then there appeared in front of me a naked giant-one William Foulkes, the Sheffield goalkeeper, who stood all 6ft 2ins, and pulled down the scale at 20 stones. If ever man deserved the name of The Mountain he did. Foulke was good tempered and sought to quell the storm by humour. So he put himself in fighting position and said; “Come on, lad. You’re just about my weight” – and I was a miserable 5ft and under 11 stones. I could have laughed, but Boyle’s brow was menacing. The situation was far from pleasant, but Ernest Needham opened the door of his cubicle and pulled me inside. “Nudger” Needham surprised me by saying that I had left the Press Box and never saw the goal. I explained, and my peril passed. There is no doubt that I was mistaken-but two of the officials were the same. In justice to Peter Boyle I should add that years after I asked Edgar Chadwick if that was a good goal, and he confessed that “it was yards off-side.” When last I saw Peter Boyle he looked well and prosperous, and was at Bramall-lane, Sheffield, to see his son, Thomas, play forward. As I grasped his hand my mind flew back to the Crystal Palace. This story recalls that some eleven years ago I received a letter from “Johnny” Mordue, saying that he thought I had been severe in criticising him in my account of the match when Ireland beat England for the first time, and he added that others were as much to blame as himself. I wrote him an answer which soothed his ruffled feelings. May I take this opportunity of saying that players have been very kind and have not resented my observations? After all, they were only my opinions, and whether they were right or wrong they were honest impressions expressed as charitably as possible. One liked to administer the pill with a sugar coating.

EXASPERATING!
Athletic News- Monday, October 6, 1924
EVERTON’S EXPERIENCE IN LIVERPOOL “DERBY”
EVERTON 0 LIVERPOOL 1
By Ivan Sharpe
I will tell in Yorkshire, of an old writer who, between the innings and showers, was not unwilling to glasses to clink in the pavilion. And of hearing, ‘twas said, and it cam when he was taunted, by a colleague, who called; “He not so deaf as he makes out. Are you, George?”  “Ok ye, I will,” was the reply as before.” Which as the answer, rather left them guessing. Goodison park on Saturday the 50,000 -were served with “the before.” It is the fashion in local’s “Derby” for the visiting side to win. Therefore, it was quite in it that Everton, clearly the superior side should be beaten at home by their opponents from Anfield., Local supreme struggles are always all uncertainty; The sure thing about the contests the championship of Merseyside is there is trouble in store for the home team. The rigorous renewal on Saturday will have the football world guessing why topsy-turvydom should prevail in the local battles at Liverpool. To those who watched this struggle the reason was obvious from first to last.
EVERTON’S ERRORS
Liverpool struck a blow- aided by faulty work by Harland in the home goal-inside five minutes’ play and before the teams had settled int stride, or such stride as was seen. Lawson (playing in the place of Hopkin, injured) centred precisely. Harland planned to fist the ball, misjudged its flight and left RAWLINGS with a chance of scoring that was very promptly accepted. The former outside-right of Preston deserves credit for pouncing upon a quick chance, for here he passed out of the picture and so out of this story. Everton proceeded to respond with intelligent footwork and clever manoeuvre at half-back. They pressed for the greater part of the first half. But the forward play was of the kind that may safely be termed annoying to the Everton supporters. The combination was pretty, at times but rarely anything but obvious in character. There were skilful deflections, neat touches from player to players, but the public. Let alone the opponents, could see what was coming. In the field, therefore a despite the usual strong support of the three Scotsmen in the half-back line- the forwards had failings.
A FORWARD PROBLEM
The inside trio- mainly responsible for the day’s defeat- were short of subtlety, and they were also slow in seizing and settling upon the ball. Quite a number of promising attacks misfired in rather painful fashion for that reason. Indeed, when all seemed lost and a gift from the gods, in the form of a capital chance of equalising, descended to the toe of Chadwick two minutes from time, the big and in this game cumbersome inside-left failed to make the instantaneous shot that must have left even Scott quite helpless. He took a moment or two to bring his shooting boot into action, and a Liverpool body barred the way. But the castigation of Everton’s inside forwards in not at an end. As a scoring combination they were “nix” as the Americans say. Their shooting was weak, certain and spiritless, so that only in odd spasms did it appear that they might scored a goal. Here is the reason why the visitors, in the first of the season’s clashes of the Liverpool clubs, once more came to conquer. A problem is left for the losers, who preferred Irvine to Hargreaves because, probably, the latter is light in build and the line needs a little more push and go. Whether the change will bring justification the directors must decide, but the formation has to be written down, so far, a failure. Everton’s experience was exasperating, for the team were the better of the two, enjoyed a big share of the play, gave away the winning goal, and failed dismally, when rallying, in the area that counts. Harland never suggested the confidence and strength of Scott in the opposite goal, but from Raitt at right full-back to Hart on the left flank of the intermediate line every man in defence played thoroughly well. The forward failing have been examined. Chedgzoy and Troup cannot save the situation when short of a due share of the ball.
LIVERPOOL’S BRAVE BACKS
Liverpool received two points mainly because of the shortcomings of their opponents, although better service could not have been asked of Lucas and McKinlay, who constantly pushed a foot in the way. At half-back, however McNab and Wadsworth spent a considerable portion of the afternoon thrusting vigorously for a ball that had gone. Bromilow, quicker and cuter, here stood alone, and towered over them in showing results. The attack, however, was not of good Second Division quality. Forshaw has skill and some thrust, and Shone was quite a power in the opening half. But cohesion was missing. So, of course, was Chambers. Everton.- Harland; Raitt, Livingstone; Brown, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Liverpool.- Scott; Lucas, McKinlay; McNab, Wadsworth, Bromilow; Rawlings, Forshaw, Johnson, Shone, and Lawson. Referee; A. Ward, Kirkham.

GREAT GAME GOES THE RIGHT WAY
The Liverpool Echo- Monday, October 6, 1924
BECAUSE EVERTON’S TACTICS WERE WRONG
Bee’s Notes
Well, it has gone the way of most of the games that have been played between the pair at Goodison Park. Liverpool should carry the turf with them to Anfield, and they would win there nearly every time. I think somehow there appears to be a bigness about Goodison Park’s playing space that does not obtain at Anfield- maybe it is an optical illusion; but whatever it is, Liverpool love to play at Everton, and once again have joined the “away” winners in the Derby Day games. It was a great day, but I am sorry there was a calamity for the household, a poor fellow being carried out of the ground and dying in the clubrooms. This was a tragic happening, and I sympathise with those who are left behind. The news was made known solely through our publication, as also the attendance figures and the big gate receipts. Everything seemed to have worked well and truly, but as soon as I got back to the office, imagine my surprise to find the following “testimonial,” duly signed by spectators and initialled by a policeman. I give it just as received and would only add one word of commentary- namely, such a huge crowd was bound to be awkward to get together and control, and that you cannot please all parties in such circumstances. Doubtless the police took precaution to be under full rather than over crowded. With that I will leave the statement of the “opposition benchers” to speak for itself. It reads as follows;-
   The signatures in the back herewith represent a portion of about 200 people who were very disappointed at the treatment received at the match to-day. They paid 2s at Bullen’s-road entrance (some as early as 2.30) and found on getting inside they could neither get near the paddock nor the stand. A deputation of about twelve gentlemen waited at the club’s offices at the suggestion of P.C E71. A message was sent to the directors’ stand asking for an official to kindly spare five minutes for an interview. Word was sent down to the effect that the police could deal with us and we were accordingly dispersed. Our grievance is that they have no right to take the money unless there is room to view the match, and we demand either our money back or free admittance on some future occasion. We thrust you will put forward this in your paper, and also being same to the notice of the Everton directors, with a view to preventing a recurrence. Signed for and on behalf of the signatures in the book and others; Leonard A. Rosenthal, Henry Taylor, Fred M. Cook.
L.T. Duke, 23 September-road, Tuebrook
J. Wood, 30 Aberdeen-street, Liverpool 8
T. Kyfin, 15, Heap-street, Dingle, Liverpool
J.T. Taylor, 24, Birkenhead-road, Seacombe.
F. Kennedy, 8 Cathedral-road, Anfield
W. Rowbottom, 18 Withington-road, Wallasey
J. Againek, 54 Park-lane, Liverpool
Geo H. Way, 11 Arundel-street, Walton
H.L. Milward, 22 Bellmore-street, Garston
H.J. Fisher, 283 Upper Parliament-street
G. Greaves, 24, Lahumum-grove, Litherland.
W. Cotter, 26, Wellfield-road, Walton, Liverpool
W.H. Romen, 11 Greenhill-avenue, Sefton Park
J.B. Clynch, 9 Wembley-Grove, Walton
W.H. Scott, Sefton Hotel, Robson-street
W. Emery, 3 Ramelton-street, Everton
T. Hean, 75 Louis-street, Everton
R.T. Robertson, 42, Calthorpe-street, Garston
J. Jones, 10 Belgrave-road, Aigburth
Mrs. Jones, 10 Belgrave-road, Aigburth
F. Whitley, 10 Toft-street, Holt-road
F.M. Cook, 8, Buxton-road, Rock Ferry
F. Kelly, 36 Crown-street, Liverpool
P. Boardman, 22 Lloyd-street, Everton
Mr. and Mrs. Kemp, 29 Gresford-avenue, Liverpool
J. Houghay, The Cottage, Alton-road, Ozton.
Mr and Mrs McNamee, 34 Newcombe street, Liverpool
J. Spiers, 39 Arlington-street, Liverpool
W. Cunningham, 59 Peach-street, Liverpool
L. Cunningham, 59, Peach-street, Liverpool
L. Shone, Rossett Green, Rossett.
J. Bliss, Junr., 57, Wrenshal-street, Liverpool
W.H. Hughes, 201, North Hill-street, Liverpool
W.W. Partington, 50 Crosby Green, West Derby
R. Gleave, 5, Winwick-road, Warrington
D.C. Turner, 33, St. John’s -road, Lostock, Bolton
J.M. Mathieson, 10, Lambert-street, Liverpool
E. Haynes, 53 Avondale-road, Liverpool
J. Brightman, 52 Richard Kelly-drive, Walton
E. Devaynes, 69 September-road, Liverpool
W and L. Callow, 26, Mixon-street, Liverpool
H.J. Dunning, 53, Winslow-street, Walton
Charles Ranscombe, 49, Errol-street, Liverpool
May Ranscombe, 49 Errol-street, Liverpool
R. Robertson, 176 Smithdown-road
M. Hughes, 71 Regent-road
T.J. Brown, 90 Thirlmere-road
J.E. Thomas, 65 Dorrit-street, Dingle
J. Ashbourne, 52 Greenwood-street, Everton
J.S. Creer and Miss F. Joynson, both 90 Salop-street, Walton.
B. Johnson, 46 Woodhall-road, Old Swan
S. Heanshaw 13
(two unreadable)
F. Aspinall, 50, Trafalgar-road Wallasey
W. Christian, 78 Trafalgar-road, Wallasey
J. Lawton, 78 Trafalgar-road, Wallasey
E. and P. Williams, 67 Buchanan-road, Seacombe
A Brearey, 27 Oakdale-road, Mossley-Hill
P.W. Jones, 4 Merton-view, Promenade, Wallasey
Frank Chambers, 35 Downing-road, Bootle
W. Killen 35, Downing-road, Bootle
W.A. Jones, Jun, 2 Prince’s-avenue, Great Crosby
A. Kirkman, 9 Ormonde-street, Wallasey
H. Holliday, 46, Buchanan-road, Wallasey
A McGuffie, 14 Utting-avenue, Anfield
J.T. Todd, 2 Arkles-road, Liverpool
Mr and Mrs F. Chiswall, 250 Upper Parliament street, Liverpool
S. Deskin, 34 Sherlock-lane, Poulton
F. Orchard, 83, Limeklin-lane, Poulton
C. Smith, 37 Sherlock-lane, Poulton
Leonard A. Rosenthal, 35 Cooper’s Buildings, 2 Church-street, Liverpool
GREAT SCOTT!
You will perhaps have failed to notice in that list of names the name of BILLY SCOTT former Everton and Liverpool goalkeeper!!!!!!!
Gilbert and Sullivan could have made a good lilt out of such a text.
Well, IF Billy Scott was not there to see his brother’s good saves he can take it from me that his brother Elisha played a smashing game when called upon. It was his most confident game this season. He made his greatest and brightest when he took a hefty hit by Chadwick, who hoped to make a free kick a free goal. There will be many debates about which was the better side, but if you cast away partisanship and let your eyes and brains have a chance to weigh up the match you must, I say, declare that the better side won. The cleverer side was Everton- anyone will go as far as that, but such cleverness was all for nought when there was not sufficient sting in the shot and in the decision to shoot. Everton have been pretty long enough to know that we enjoy their foibles in passing, but we are so far not convinced that the forwards get at a ball quickly enough. They are generally found to be smothered out of shooting range. That is a fault which should be remedied. It only means more practical effort from an early stage of a movement.
FORSHAW’S PLAN
Many would say that Forshaw did not play well. I thought he played a very sound game. He was off the mark with some of his early shots, but he was willing to have a try at goal from the first moment, and only a superb save by Harland prevented a goal to his name. it is odd that an outside right should score again, and be a sort of testimonial and instructor to inside forwards. But Rawlings, like any other winger, will always be in the goalmouth if the opposite wing is drawing away from goal. Stan Seymour, of Newcastle, gets all his goals that way- he drifts in when the other winger is going to the corner. This time it was Bromilow, superb man on the game, who offered a swinging pass, and Rawlings was “placed” to do the rest of the trick. That was in three minutes, and the effect of such a goal at so early an hour can be imagined. Everton were on the collar straightaway. They knew they had to fight all the harder, and press they never so much they could not make anything out of the Anfield defence. Lucas played especially well, and Mackinlay, who, like his partner, slipped up just once and miskicked, got going in revelling manner, and with Scott formed a fine trinity. Even so I should say that McBain, for practical measures and for beauty of play combined, took the palm, with Bromilow right on his heels in the honours list.
ADDING SPICE-AND WEIGHT
The introduction of the older members brought help to either side. Wadsworth and Macnabb added weight to the scheme of things and, on the other hand, Harland’s return seemed to steady the home backs, while Irvine was perhaps the best of the Blues, whose fallings were all of one character. It was a game within not one of the four extreme wingers did himself justice, and in the case of Troup, I should reckon the reason was his lack of heading passes. It is good to see a charming duo movement between Cock and Chadwick, but it can be carried too far when the left wing partner is left out for long spells. Hart and Brown conformed to Everton’s usual style of intervention and easy formation of passes to the forward line, and all through there was a fine sporting ring about the men, which merits our special praise, for it was hot going; it was a Derby Day game, and there was every inclination to “stick at nothing.” Once more the players have done their duty to themselves and to their clubs, and offered up to the huge crowd a great game fought on differing styles of tactics-Everton’s being the worse and, therefore, entailing their defeat.

THE ”DERBY” DUST
The Liverpool Echo- Wednesday, October 8, 1924
Bee’s Notes
I have received sheals of letters as a result of the first of the “Derby” games, and can only find room for lines from each.
These follows;-
“I have followed Liverpool’s team for the past twenty years, but I do not remember seeing them so hard up for real footballers as at the present time.- “Disgusted Red.”
“If Everton have any pretensions of topping the League or winning the English Cup, they will have to get out of that habit of looking on the other team as a “soft thing” after they (Everton) have opened the score early on in the match.” – “Evertonian (Seaforth).
  “I must admit the Everton players indulge in some nice tip-tapping moves in midfield, it’s goals that win matches. Just a word to Elliott-teach your inside forwards to shoot first time, and make them practise until they are perfect.” –“Honest Work.”
“Perhaps by resting Chadwick the other forwards might take it into their heads to have a pop at goal.”-“Blue”
    “Having in mind the fact that Everton have only scored six goals in eight matches, I have come to the conclusion that the football served up by the ‘Blues’ is too elaborate. It may seem a strange remark to make, but it represents their weakness. There is no doubt that more ‘snap’ is required in front of goal, and I suggest that if Bain, the reserve centre forward, was introduced, and Cock moved to inside left-the line reading Chedgzoy, Irvine, Bain, Cock, and Troup-it might bring about the desired improvement.” – “Blue Band.”
   Everton’s forward line should be Troup, Williams, Bain, Irvine, Chedgzoy.- Paddock.
I think that Everton’s most effective forward line would read;- Chedgzoy, Peacock, Irvine, Chadwick, and Troup. Play Irvine at centre forward and I feel certain that the desired number of goals will be forthcoming;- Under the Clock.

THE JUNIOR “DERBY”
The Liverpool Echo- Wednesday, October 8 1924
LIVERPOOL & EVERTON RESERVES AT GOODISON PARK
The reserve of Liverpool and Everton met at Goodison Park today. Everton introduced Chadwick at centre forward. The teams were;- Everton; Kendall; McDonald, Kerr; Peacock, Reid, Virr; Parry, Hargreaves, Chadwick, Williams, and Forbes. Liverpool;- Jones; Longworth, Parry; Findley, Cockburn, Pratt; Gilhespy, Brown, Shears, Keatley, Hopkins. There was quite a good crowd, and they enjoyed the tonic of an early goal, Chadwick being the marksman. The initial work came from Parry, who made a nice centre to Hargreaves, who in turn glided the ball inward to Chadwick for that player to drive it into the net, although Jones, the Liverpool goalkeeper, had advanced to curtail his shooting space. This happened in three minutes. There were many spells of capital football, and if Keatley had not hesitated when he had worked his way through to get close in, the equaliser might have come Liverpool’s way. As it was, he was crowded out. Forbes made on excellent run and finished with a shot which brought Jones to his knees. A better effort came from Chadwick, who had Jones in two minds with a bumping kind of ball. Jones, however, had the common sense to use his body in the saving of his goal. Brown showed wonderful control and many clever ideas. While Cockburn was best in the way he swung the ball out to the wingers.
“CHADDY’S” FREE KICK
Everton enjoyed most of the game, and when they were granted a free kick two yards outside the penalty area, there was a shout for “Chaddy” the big fellow obliged, and Jones did remarkably well to stay its progress, for there was a ton of beef behind the ball. Longworth found Forbes very sprightly, but Forbes likewise found Longworth an old hand, and was not really amazed when Longworth took the ball from him when he was closing in to goal. Hargreaves, who had shown fine football throughout, was the next to test Jones with a first time effort, which Jones stopped smartly. Hopkins and Pratt coupled up well and made fair progress but Shears was so well cared for by David Reid that he got little or no chance to show himself. Towards the interval the pace slackened somewhat and the football was not quite so interesting. Still, one could not forget the effort of Shears which brought him a temporary injury, whilst Keetley showed good method, but was inclined to slowness.
Half-time; Everton Reserves 1 Liverpool Reserves 0
There was a brisk opening to the second half, Kendall having to make a good catch off Hopkins. Liverpool got still another chance of equalising, Shears by his bustling tactics had got well through before he was bundled off, to being Keetley into a scoring position. Keetley was on the run and everybody was prepared for a goal but the soared high over the crossbar an astonishing miss to say the least. Liverpool had a free kick given against them, which, though it was cleared, led to an equalising goal. Keetley tricked Peacock several times before he middled the ball to Shears, who was tackled on all sides, but pressed on against great odds, and scored a brilliant goal. Shears is to be congratulated for his determination.

EVERTON RESERVES 1 LIVERPOOL RESERVES 1
October 9, 1924. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury.
CENTRAL LEAGUE
It was a very interesting game at Goodison Park yesterday between the reserve sides of Everton and Liverpool. The result was a draw, and all things considered, it was a fair verdict. A goal in three minutes made matters interesting. The initial work was made by Parry. Hargreaves glided his pass on to Chadwick, who sent the ball beyond Jones who had advanced a yard or two in the hope of narrowing the shooter's angle. The equaliser was a brilliant individual effort on the part of Shears, who got possession after Keetley had slipped peacock thrice. Shears took the ball on his head to nod it forward, and although tackled from all sides he pressed on his way and against great odds got in his shot, which travelled low down and away from Kendall, who seemed to be taken by surprise. There was much good football, but the rival half-backs played their part so well that the attacks never really got under weight in a manner suggesting goals. Chadwick took a couple of free kicks, and he was dead on the mark, but Jones was not to be beaten by him again. Chadwick was not a success in the centre. He was slow in getting off the mark, but it must be remembered he was shadowed by the towering Cockburn. Forbes found Longsworth a big proposition, for the old international positioned himself so well that Forbes rarely found a way round him. Later he adopted first time efforts and passed inside immediately. Longsworth was the essence of coolness and steadiness, while he punted to his forwards rather than to the opposition. Shears, until he had scored his goal, was never seen, for Reid had him “pocketed” to such an extent that he could not shine. He deserved every credit for his great goal, which covered a multitude of sins. The new men, Hargreaves and Brown, had a good first half. Both showed capital ideas and good control, but whereas Hargreaves tailed off, Brown kept it until the end, when his side were staying the course better than Everton. Kendall had little to do. He made one save early on and stopped another by Gilespy, who had no right to shoot from his angle when a centre would have served better. He should have been left hopeless when Keetley was given a great chance but to the dismay of all, he sent the ball high over the bar. It was an extraordinary miss. Liverpool made a determined effort to draw ahead, but Kendall and his backs especially Kerr defended gallantly. Teams: - Everton Reserves: - Kendall, goal, McDonald, and Kerr, backs, Peacock, Reid, and Virr, half-backs, Parry, Hargreaves, Chadwick, Williams, and Forbes forwards. Liverpool: - Jones, goal, Longsworth, and Parry, backs, Finlay, Cockburn, and Pratt, half-backs, Gilespy, Brown, Shears, Keetley, and Hopkins, forwards.

EVERTON CHANGES
Liverpool Echo - Thursday 09 October 1924
The surprise of the week has been the Everton team selection. Cock and Chadwick have been left out, and Bain and Williams appear. Chadwick was last season the club’s biggest scorer, in fact he led the English League scorers;- to Paraphrase an old saying, “Many are called and a dew are frozen.” Everton last back-end promised to be the most engaging side of the season. They talked of championship, for the side had twice rallied at the end of the season, and desired to increase the length of the season, so that they might rattle the bones of the leading team in the chart. At the opening of the season every prospect was pleasing. The club kicked off with two draws and a victory, and in not one instance could they complain of luck. They had been blessed with good fortune. Fate had smiled on them, and the team said, “Well we deserve it, and recognise it. Now we must buckle on our armour.” What happened? First of all, young Kendall struck an unfortunate misunderstanding with a wet ball, and lost his confidence. After his wonderful exhibition in previous matches it was hard luck for the boy to be suddenly jerked into nerves. Moreover, Harland had not been doing well. In short, the whole Everton side, after promising much, had faded out, and, of course, the absence of Irvine counted for something in the forward line.
ACTION WANTED
In the long run Liverpool beat the Goodison side, and that was almost sufficient to make one forecast changes in the side. However, the playing of Chadwick in the reserve team Derby game yesterday showed what was to follow, and now comes the news that Chadwick, crack goal-getter last season, has been left out of the first team, and Jack Cock has been also relegated to the reserve side. This announcement will cause more than a buss of excitement. It will create a sort of panicky stain in some minds. However, the selectors had to make changes, in view of the lack of action on the part of the Everton forwards. They have been clever, almost too clever, and they have been sadly lacking in “punch” near the goalmouth. To meet a team like Sunderland needed a line that would not be finnicky, but would make good first time effort. So the selectors bethought themselves to make the changes named.
YOUNG AND SMART BOYS
The men called into action for the first team are youngsters, Williams, of Darwen, has been a first-teamer for many a day, but he is still a young man. It has always a closer call between Williams and Chadwick but the latter got his nose in frost and held there by reason of his big drives and his goal-getting proclivities. Chadwick many think has gone slow. He is not half as slow as most people think, but he has certainly been out of luck with penalties and shots, and he has been hesitant to get under way when a chance has come-he has been covered easily-that has been his biggest fault. Williams is just the opposite in style. He is very nippy and a deadly shot, too.
Bain’s appearance means that the ex-Manchester United pivot opens his league debut. He has gained a fair number of goals this season in the reserve side and has shown a dash and finality of effort that has gained him a quick run in the senior side. With the changes in the home side, and the appearance of Charlie Buchan and company, the gate at Goodison Park promises to be almost as big as last week! It will be a most interesting tussle, as Everton will be very earnest about picking up the leeway.
MORE “DERBY” DUST
“Having enjoyed your notes for many years, and on more than one occasion taken up the cudgels on your behalf (I suppose you know you are “the red rag to a bull” in some quarters). I feel quiet entitled to object to your summing up of the game between our local teams last Saturday. I think even the most biased Liverpudlian will admit that Scott had equally as much to do as Harland. Yet the trend of your remarks would lead a non-spectator to believe otherwise. Lastly, you would have us believe that the only thing one goes to see is a glut of goals. Let me inform you that Everton’s first half display, without goals, was good value for money given.”- “Art.”
  “To my way of thinking the directors can do worse than give the following a trial;- Chedgzoy, Hargreaves, Williams, Forbes, Irvine. This left wing is playing a real good game for the Reserves.” – “Old Blue.”

EVERTON’S TREAT GAME WITH SUNDERLAND
Liverpool Echo - Friday 10 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
Sunderland is a name to conjure with. Charles Buchan is their talent man these days, and he is a magnet to any football-loving crowd, because they love to see the giant of the dribbling game hug a ball and tease opponents into believing that he is going this way, when in truth he is going the other way. The best evidence of the crowd’s interest is the fact that they love to see the ball taken from him- it means a cheer for one of the home men. Sunderland are a good side that never gives up its danger-look. Everton have realised that in recent games. However, everyone is hoping that the new Everton attack will be smart in front of goal as well as in midfield. The changes have been much commented on in football circles, but it is valueless at the time of day to enter into the matter. It is only necessary to get to the ground early, get a good position, and study the play of Bain and Williams- and others. It will be good football, and on the score alone the game will please. Everton; Harland; Raitt, Livingstone; Brown, McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Bain, Williams, Troup. Sunderland; McInroy; Cresswell, England; Clunas, Parker, Andrews; Grimshaw, Marshall, Buchan, Hawes, Death.

FAMOUS OLD-TIMERS
October 11, 1924. The Liverpool Football Echo
Victor Hall tells of Jack Bell, The Forward Whom Few Could Stop
There was one man in Scotland, then at the heights of his fame, who had so far been indifferent to every English offer to come South. He was a forceful and robust physique, of dauntless courage, fleet of foot, a deadily shot and, above all, a skilled tactician and a glutton for work. Added in these natural gifts, he was of regular health and active temperament and devoted to his trade –engineering. Can you imagine the bow every “agent” in Scotland held an open League form and practically a blank cheque in his pocket-book for the lucky day when he should attach the signature of “Bell of Dumbarton”? John Bell was at that time easily the most successful and most respected forward playing football in Scotland. He was equally famous in every football committee –room in England, but no money would move him from Dumbarton, where he had grown up with the club, nor from his shipyard, where he had learned his engineering trade and where his future prospects were promising. Many a Scottish player had been signed on by English clubs on the sole recommendation that he had “played against” Bell of Dumbarton. None of them had ever hinted at claiming a victory over Bell –their high-test boast was that they had “Stood-up” to him. This, then was the repute of “Jack” Bell when Dicky Boyle signed for Everton, and then speedily came a change in the rumours. Boyle and Bell had been always great friends at home in Dumbarton; they were club mates, they were workmates, but above all they were “palls” and it was hinted that the departure from home of one of the pair had greatly weakened the determination of the other to stay home for the whole of his playing career. It may also have been in the minds of the astute Everton directors when signing Dickey Boyle that his departure south might have some influence later on Bell's destination. Who knows? The one day the momeritous news was headlined in Glasgow that “Bell of Dumbarton” had signed for Everton. The die was cast, and many a disappointed English League secretary revived the Scottish agent who had for months past been reporting that Bell would “never come south.” John bell watched his first match at Goodison Park from the directors balcony on a Good Friday; three days later, on Easter Monday, he played his first game for Everton and though slightly shy and strange to his fellow-players gave an outstanding exhibition. Afterwards he became one-of the most famous forwards the club ever played, and enhanced his prior reputation, gained as a “Son of the Rock” the pet name of the Dumbarton Club. Of Jack Bell's play as a forward much might be written in superlatives, yet to the present generation it would be of greater advantage to give some little pen-picture that would more aptly describe his style. Imagine him them, tall, broad-shoulders, narrow in girth, and firm, and well set on limbs admirably propositioned to copy his sturdy weight swiftly and strongly into action. Fast in movement with gait that was deceptive in its real form of “speed when occasions demanded. He played equally well in any position forward, though his favored position was at centre or on the left wing, and the dominating characteristic of his play was forcefulness –not roughness be it understood but simply a forceful determination to get through rather than round the opposing forces. His method of play to the uninitiated would savour of ungainliness until one realized that behind each feint or apparently dumbering stride, there was a clear cut definition of an opening to be made or a passage to be forced from which would accrue in scorers. His reputation, already established, mean that in every game he played he was the marked man to be shadowed or sterilized into impotency, and there were, or course, opponents who did not scruple to use, any means that would be effective in stopping him. To the average player who was content to “play the game” Bell relied on the natural grits he held so abundantly, to gain the verdict. He met fairplay with fairplay; but when he met an opposition that was inclined to baser methods, he, too, was prepared to give force for force. Once, in a league match of great import, the centre half opposed to Bell early on in the game gave clear evidence that he was more disposed to “play the man” than “play the ball” Time after time as the game progressed, whenever Bell was in possession the centre half and he was an international of fame at the time –clearly showed that he meant to bring Bell down. He threw himself a Bell repeatedly; his knee was often raised dangerously in tackles without need; wild lunges were made that threatened serious injury to the player, without corresponding effort to secure the ball; and with a hesitating referee matters between the two players were approaching a crisis. Then Bell once more getting possession started at a great pace, and with a clear run for goal. When quite twenty yards away the half-back waiting for Bell's approach. No other players were within yards of either man. It was a duel as to who should succeed –the waiting half-back or the striding forward. As they met Bell tipped the ball twenty yards ahead, past the back, and then met him in full charge, half turning for the clash, so that he “took” the waiting player with his half-turned buttock across the chest shoulder high! Both men went down, of course – that was inevitable having regard to the speed at which Bell was travelling. But the charge was perfectly fair and only Bell arose unaided; nor did the opponent play much again in that match, or for many a day afterwards. He brought it on himself by his method of play, and those who played that day on both sides agreed that it was a choice of “Bell or the other fellow” to go down; and not many men playing them could say that they had ever “stopped Bell.” Bell played many a great game for Everton. More than once he won a match by sheer personal effort valiantly expressed, but perhaps the greatest game of his English career was the final English Cup tie against Aston Villa at the Crystal Palace in April, 1897, when Villa won by 3 goals to 2 in the match that has since been often described as the best played final for the last thirty years. John Lewis refereed that game in his accustomed perfect style, and I hope someday he will give “Echo” readers of this generation his recollections of that great game. Two Everton players in the match stood out for sheer heroism – John Bell forward, and Peter Menham in defence. For the interest of students we may repeat the Everton team; Menham; Meehan, and Storrier; Boyle, Holt and Stewart; Taylor, Bell, Hartley, Chadwick, and Milward. In the second minute of the game Holt received an accidental kick in the chest from Charlie Athersmith and for the remainder of the game played in great agony. When the fortunes of the play turned against Everton, John Bell played the game of his career, and Peter Meehan, coming up among the forwards, fed and passed, and struggled with Bell, and the other Everton forwards to pierce the sturdy Villa defence. But Whitehouse in goal and Howard Spencer and Evans were impassable, and at half-backs Jerry Reynolds got his wonderful head in the way of every dangerous shot –and so Villa won. But if John Bell had played no other game but that one, he had played well for Everton and justified the pride and choice of Dickey Boyle and those Everton seers who brought him to the Mersey from the Clyde. John Bell finished his playing career with Everton and as a Kirkdale resident is still happily with us, and in his leisure from his thriving business as keen as ever in the fortunes of the game of which –in his day –he was so distinguished an expert.

EVERTON ON TRIAL
October 11 1924. The Daily Courier.
CHANGES THAT MAY BRING VICTORY.
Everton after enjoying a fair share of luck, have found the swing of the pendulum against them in their last two matches, and as a consequence changes have been made in the formation of the side for to-day's game with Sunderland. Bain and Williams, who have done so well in the Reserves, are given their chance, and as the game is at Goodison they should lack nothing in the way of encouragement. With such an attraction as Sunderland, coupled with the desire to see whether the directors have solved the problem of finding a winning team, there should be a large crowd present. Sunderland will be without Ellis, who is at Belfast, and it is possible his deputy –Death by Name –may not be so effective. Last year Sunderland snatched a 3-2 victory after Everton had looked easy winners and in each instance Ellis was the originator of the goals. However, if Ellis is away another personally in Buchan will be on view. The lengthly one has been playing inside, but in the last couple of games has gone into the middle. He is a success in either position, and Harland may look out for a warm time. Yet if Everton only adopt the idea of a quick shot, and that often, they should win. Their play in midfield is much better than that of the visitors. Teams. Everton: - Harland, Raitt, and Livingstone; Brown, McBain, and Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Bain, Williams, and Troup. Sunderland: - McInroy, Cresswell, and England; Clunas, and Andrews; Grimshaw, Marshall, Buchan, Hawes, and Death. Kick off 3.15.

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EVERTON v. SUNDERLAND
Football Gazette (South Shields) - Saturday 11 October 1924
WEARSIDERS WITHOUT SERVICES OF ELLIS
Teams:— Everton: Harland; Raitt, Livingstone; Brown, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Bain, Williams, Troup. Sunderland; McInroy; Cresswell, England; Clunas, Parker, Andrews; Grimshaw, Marshall, Buchan, Hawes, Death.
THE GAME
The home team won the toss and straight away were in the Sunderland quarters. The crowd of 37.000 spectators were rather startled by the first two chapters in the programme. First, lovely work on the Sunderland right brought a chance to Buchan, and only a sweeping movement on the part of Livingstone prevented the former getting in a shot which would undoubtedly have put the home team one down in the first minute. Everton responded just as well as their rivals. Bain, the new centre forward, who was making his debut in First League football being the prime mover. He received a pass from Chedgzoy, and his header was neatly turned outside by McInroy. Sunderland returned to the Everton goal and Buchan this time was only Inches wide with a long drive.
OOR FORWARD WORK.
Cresswell showed great confidence in himself when he cleared in front of goal after dribbling round Cope. The home team continued to make spasmodic attacks, chiefly through Chedgzoy on the right, but their new forward line was not shaping at all well. Williams, particularly, was making a poor show in the shooting line, and twice his efforts went very wide. Death, for Sunderland, after a good run, gave Harland a hefty handful, and when Marshall waded through the defence he made a square centre which looked all over a goal, but Raitt, running across, headed away. . Grimshaw was not often in the picture, but when he was on the move he was awkward to hold.  McBain took the ball off Marshall's shooting boot almost under the bar. Then came the opening goal of the game. MARSHALL'S FINAL PUSH.
Death came along at a merry pace and centred from a most awkward angle. However, the ball went beyond Harland, and MARSHALL running up helped it the net with his head and shoulder. Everton attacked hotly after this but at half-time Sunderland defence had not been negotiated.
Half-time; Everton 0 Sunderland 1
The second half opened with Sunderland again enjoying the major portion of the attack. Death was especially prominent with lightning raids and accurate centres.
BUCHAN SCORES THE SECOND
BUCHAN had not been seen in the first half to any great extent, but now he came into the picture with a delightful solo effort to score his first goal of the match after fifty-five minutes. Everton tried hard to penetrate the sturdy defence of Cresswell and company, but without success, and a clearance by Cresswell sent DEATH away and this time he swerved in and after 62 minutes’ play put Sunderland further ahead. Everton could do nothing for a long time, and Sunderland looked scorers every time they entered the home half.

THE SWAMPING OF EVERTON BY SUNDERLAND
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 11, 1924
STARTLING RESULTS AT EVERTON
NEW BOYS TOO EAGER TO DO WELL
OFFSIDE UPSETS HOME FORWARDS
BEE’S REPORT AND CRITQUE
BASEBALL AT GOODISON
I am pleased to learn to-day that we in Liverpool are to see an exhibition of the real American baseball at Goodison Park. October 23 is the date, and the meeting will be between the following sides; New York Giants and Chicago’s White Sox. More of this important appointment later on.
Everton made charges after their Derby Day defeat. It was natural.
They brought in Bain, ex-Manchester United, who was making his debut in senior football, and Williams, ex-Darwen. Otherwise there was no change. There was a big crowd to see the change of attack- and to see Sunderland and Charlie Buchan in particular. Everton; Harland; Raitt, Livingstone; Brown, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Bain, Williams, Troup. Sunderland; McInroy; Cresswell, England; Clunas, Parker, Andrews; Grimshaw, Marshall, Buchan, Hawes, Death.
It was interesting to note that Everton included only two Englishmen in their side. Has this ever happened before? On the other hand, Sunderland, included ten Englishmen.
GRENYER’S DECISION
Allan Grenyer, I learn, has been granted permission to play up North and not play in the First, Second, or Third Division. He will, therefore, play in a North-Eastern League, probably with Blyth. Hart won the toss, and, kicking towards the Sunderland goal, the crowd of some 37,000 spectators was startled by the first two chapters in the programme. First, lovely work on the Sunderland right brought a chance to Buchan. Only a sweeping movement prevented Buchan getting in his shot, and starting the populace with a goal in a minute. Everton responded just as well as their rivals, Bain being the figure head. I have never seen so much real work crowded into the first three minutes of a game.
STIRRING PLAY
Grimshaw tricked Livingstone very cleverly and the Everton defence only got the ball by a super-human effort. Then came further reply and McBain hit quite an exceptional drive from 25 yards range, causing McInroy to jump to save owing to the pace of the ball, not the height. Thus far it had been electric football, and when Death left Raitt standing by a tricky move, Livingstone had to rush across to help his mates. Cresswell showed an icy confidence in himself, and Troup had a shot covered, as also did McBain. However, Everton continued to crowd all attacks, chiefly through Chedgzoy, who, on one occasion, centred ac ross the goal, and Williams completely missed his kick, while at a later stage, when Bain got the ball through following up, Chedgzoy made another centre, and Williams could not catch it, even though he threw himself at it.
THE “STING” OF DEATH
Williams put a shot half yard out of the regions of the post, and against these efforts of Everton came some solo ideas on the part of a new man to us, named Death. He answered the question, “Where is Death’s sting?” His only fault was that he centred a shade too far back. Death made a shot that Harland handled, and when Marshall wended his way through the defence, he made a square centre that spelt a goal, until Raitt, running across, headed away. Grimshaw was not often engaged, but when he was on the move, he was awkward to hold, and his pretty style pleased the crowd. Everton had a merry start, and now they were pretty well penned in by the Sunderland forwards. Starting with a hot raid on Livingstone, Grimshaw nearly caught the full-back in extremis in a passing back idea. Death was the liveliest forward on the field, and after Harland had saved from him cleverly, Raitt three times tried to clear the ball and eventually misheaded it, and most likely the home full-backs was at fault, because the ball quivered in the air.
MARSHALL IMPROVES ON DEATH
McBain took the ball off Marshall’s shooting foot almost under the bar and then same the opening stab of the day. Death careering along at a merry pace and centreing from an angle that it seemed impossible to get a goal. However, the ball went beyond Harland and Marshall running up helped it into the net with his head and shoulder. Sunderland had threatened this for some time, and just now Everton could not get going against a defence that seemed to want a lot of shaking.
THE LUCK OF THE GAME
Everton were grateful that Marshall did not get a second, because he was in such a position that it seemed he must score when he ran ahead. He had to take the ball on the run and it hit his foot and cannoned on the right. Where Everton were unlucky was a minute from the interval, when, with McInroy beaten by a header by Irvine, Cresswell chased off on to the goalline and kicked away a sure equaliser. With the last kick of the session Bain was inches outside the goal.
Half-time; Everton 0, Sunderland 1
BUCHAN’S GOAL
In the second half, Harland began with a good save on the ground from Marshall’s shot, and Buchan nearly converted. The release was only temporary, for Buchan scored in ten minutes. He started the movement, and finished it. It was a pretty finish, but it counted, and put Everton on the rack again.
A BRILLIANT GOAL
The crowd were not delighted with the way England produced offside effects and they found more pleasure in Cresswell’s brilliant display. The new Everton boys  seemed altogether too anxious to do too much and they got themselves into a knot. The biggest surprise and best goal of the day came just after the hour when Death left Raitt standing still, and drawing the ball in a yard or two hit a most ferocious shot into the right-hand corner of the net. The crowd realised the beauty of such a goal, even though it stung their chances. Thus Everton were getting towards the Crystal Palace stage. Sunderland had taken all their chances, and were very smart in the front rank. Although Buchan did not advertise himself, he did a multitude of wise things, and coached his men so that they could bring out sensible, practical football. One of the best shots from the Everton sides was a fine first-time effort by Williams, and McInroy did well to keep it out. Everton had a free kick when Troup was brought down, and although the ball was well placed Chedgzoy drove it over the bar.
OFFSIDE TACTICS
Everton were more in the picture and more steadiness in front of goal might have earned them some reward. At the same time, the Sunderland defence was very strong. Both defences used the offside rule frequently. The Sunderland goal had a narrow escape when Troup sent the ball in almost from the touch-line. McInroy barely touched it, but offside by Williams ruined the opening. Death was a fine raider, and Grimshaw, from one of his centres, sent in a tremendous drive that was only a few inches too high.
EVERTON’S DEATH BLOW
Let me tell of the man who was mainly responsible for Everton’s death-blow to-day. His name is Death, and it is pronounced De-ath, and at Everton it will ever remain a name to conjure with, judging on to-day’s showing. He comes from Rotherham, and he was on Notts County’s books, but they evidently thought he was not worthwhile. Everton thought different to-day. He is extremely speedy, is well-built, and is a trifle impetuous, but this only a minor fault when put alongside his wonderful shots. His drives remind one of Donald Mackinlay’s drives from outside left in years gone by. Everton never got going after the first twenty minutes, and Sunderland in front of goal were deadly. Last year Sunderland stole a match after being down 2-1, and they have rubbed the salt into the wounds by their admirable performance to-day.

STUD MARKS
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 11, 1924
By Louis T. Kelly

• The unexpected happened once again at Goodison
• Bromilow has an interesting Liverpool v. Everton record; he has not once finished on the losing side in a local “Derby” day match
• Scene; Barber’s shot, Saturday night, (enter a toffee partisan)- Hair cut, or shave, sir? -Neither cut in’ throat, Everton’s lost
• Harry Chambers after all wasn’t an absentee, being very much present (on the grand stand)
• Irish folk take a marked interest in the doings of Everton, Liverpool and New Brighton
• Possibly because all three have an Irishman in goal
• Over-eagerness was the chief cause of thedownfall of most of last week’s Goodison performers.
• Fancy, a £3,561 gate and no fancy prices! This represents nearly £10 a day for a year, and is nearly £500 ahead of last season’s “Liverpool” match receipts.
• Lucas was superb back, whilst Mackinlay has seldom lasted a hard game better.
• Everton’s form is proving a puzzle to the directors, for if each individual match to date be analysed there isn’t much really to find fault with.
• But several matches have been lost which on the score of pressure and territorial play should have been won.
• Certainly it hasn’t been Everton’s year out on the score of good fortune, save in the one match won v Albion.
• The trouble is’ It is most difficult to say where and how the side should be revised
• Even Chadwick, with his adverse critics, stands out as the Blues’ chief scorist to date and the League’s leading goal-getter for 1923-24
• In goal there have been several what may be termed errors of judgement, which have hit the club rather hard
• There are still not a few people by the way, who consider that Everton let their best keeper go when Tom Fern was transplanted or rather became a Potter.
• McBain will persist in recalling Joe McCall at his best
• Everton to date hadn’t had a goal from inside-right this season; nor had Burnley nor Leeds United
• Mersey enthusiast are very anxious that the Everton F.C and our South African visitors should manage to fix up a match for decision at Goodison Park

BEE’S WEEKLY NOTES
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 11, 1924
I read with great interest the deeds of the famous old-time footballers-men that I have seen during their whole football service with the Everton Club, and it grieves me to see and compare the present day players with the men you have mention day player with the men you have mentioned. In vulgar language the present-day player is not fit to black their boots (says Mr. J. Hughes). I write this note simply to differ from Victor Hall re the game with Sunderland. I was one of the fortunate ones that witnessed the match to the finish. That wonderful gentlemanly player who has never been surpassed in his position at any period. Richard Boyle, did score the first goal, but I have a very vivid recollection that the equalising goal was scored by McInnes, the fair-haired inside right. At all events it will be interesting to get other views on that wonderful match.
P.S. Pleased to see the “Echo” has improved wonderfully since last season.
WHAT! WHAT!!
Come you back from Everton?
“Supporter” can you tell
Ought of the “Gallant Toffees,”
If they are safe and well?
I dreamt they were in battle,
And plainly saw the fray;
I heard their goal-posts rattle
With shots that went astray.
But worse came in my vision,
I saw their last line rent;
One shot of sure precision,
Their buoyant hopes were spent,
I know they’ve done great deeds, sir,
Their flag with laurels crowned;
‘Tis said to think those heroes,
Should fall on their ground,
Still, what is, -what was; was,
“What was” is now” what is”;
If “what is” now was “what ws,”
“What was,” is what, “what is,”
CHARLIE HUGHES

OLDHAM A RES v  EVERTON RES
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 11, 1924
CENTRAL LEAGUE
Oldham Reserve entertained Everton Reserve at Boundary Park, Oldham, to-day, about 3,000 spectators being present. Oldham won the toss, and after the visitors had made a left wing attack Watson took the ball down to the visitors’ end, where Carroll made poor use of his centre. From a corner kick Carroll headed narrowly over. At the other end, Wall shot with great force, the ball striking the angle of the upright and bouncing clear. In the next minute Hargreaves had an open goal, but shot wide from close range. Wall showed pretty footwork in a further attack, and Cock neatly accepted his pass with a back-heel shot, which, however, passed wide. The Everton defenders found little difficulty in repulsing the Oldham attack, and when Hargreaves broke away following a free kick it took three Oldham defenders to stop him. Wilkinson was lucky to prevent Wall getting in a shot from close range. During a further Oldham attack Kendall cleverly recovered after being apparently hopelessly beaten, and caught a good shot from Middleton beneath the bar. Cock had a glorious opening, but over kicked the ball. He made amends a minutes later by getting the first goal, maintaining excellent command of the ball he received from Wall, and he beat Matthews with a low drive. Two minutes later, following a brilliant run by Watson, Middleton equalised the scores. Then Cock had another try, but Matthews cleverly his shot. Kendall was lucky to kick clear when almost over-whelmed buy the three Oldham inside forwards. Some bungling by the Oldham defence again let in Cock, who placed his side ahead with a terrific drive from short range. This was after about 40 minutes’ play. Half-time; Oldham Ath Res 1 Everton Res 2.

CRESSWELL A CRAFTSMAN
Sunday Sun (Newcastle) - Sunday 12 October 1924
NOT A WEAK SPOT IN THE SUNDERLAND TEAM
DEATH’S TRIUMPH
By winning by 3-0 at Goodison Park Yesterday, Sunderland obtained their third successive victory on foreign soil, and they were well worth it from all points of view. This was a game of polished football, methodically executed on both sides, but the difference between the teams lay in this- Sunderland were faster and showed much greater finish. Everton were no doubt just as clever in their approach work, but Sunderland looked like winning after the first quarter of an hour, and had they not eased up towards the finish, the margin of goals might easily have been greater. It would be really difficult to find a weak spot in Sunderland’s team on yesterday’s showing. Andrews was perhaps the weakest of the halves, but even he could not be said to have played a bad game. McInroy gave a finished exposition of goalkeeping, but the man who stood out in Sunderland’s defence as a master craftsman was Cresswell; no back on the field could compare with him. The wiles of Troup were lost upon the strategic position play of Cresswell. He had a great help mate in Clunas -England, too, played finely, by a different style of tactics, and Parker cemented a rally clever defence. McBain never subdued Buchan, but then no Sunderland forward was subdued in any part of the game, and particularly was this so in the case of Death. Sunderland’s reserve winger made a capital substitute for Ellis, indeed one wonders whether Ellis could have done one wit better. Death’s speed carried him through the defence time after time and it was only fitting that this trustful winger should score the greatest goal of the match after providing means for getting the first. Grimshaw, too, was in his best vein and the whole line was very effective. Indeed it was a fine team all round.
VAIN CHASE OF WEARSIDERS
Everton’s defence was deficient in speed, but McBain placed well. His wing halves, however, were too often vainly chasing Sunderland’s forwards, and there was far too much close passing between them and their forwards. They never attempted to change the point of attack by wide passes to the other flank. Bain, who superseded Cock in the centre, was not a success and Williams, while working the ball well, was not the ready shooter that Chadwick is but Everton’s line lacked marksmen. Chedgzoy has fallen away in his play. He started well, but fizzled out, and Troup measured his centres with far greater accuracy. If Everton were more direct they would be a greater menace to opposing defences. There was a crowd of 40,000 and they were delighted by the fare served up to them at the opening. The game had hardly started before Grimshaw dashed in and centred for Everton’s goal to almost fall from Buchan’s rush. Then McInroy was besieged and twice had occasion to come out to turn centres away from the goal. He had hardly got back from one of these efforts when Brown essayed a long return volley which just skimmed the cross bar. Each goal was visited by speedy wing play, and in the first quarter of an hour Sunderland were at a disadvantage, but Cresswell played brilliantly against these attacks. Then Sunderland got the upper hand and time after time Death or Grimshaw centred only to find opponents just flicking the ball away from Sunderland’s inside men.
THE START OF THE SCORING
At the end of half an hour Death raced to the line and dropped the ball in front of the bar. Everton’s keeper jumped too early and missed it, so that Marshall put through by the aid of his shoulder. This goal by Sunderland was the only one obtained in the first half, but Everton’s goal had been fortunate to escape further downfall when Death centred for Marshall to take the ball in his stride and touch it just on the wrong side of Harland as he ran out. The restart was sensational enough as Buchan was only an inch over the top with a header from Grimshaw’s centre. Everton then made a grand advance on the left only for McInroy to foil Irvine by running out to gather a centre.  Sunderland were always the more dangerous and thirteen minutes after the restart Grimshaw cleared a passage and dropped his centre so finely that Harland merely knocked the ball up against the bar and Buchan breasted it into the net. This finished Everton and it was not long before Death scored the most spectacular goal of the match. He raced away from the half-way line and vainly three opponents tried to cut him off. His speed beat them all and he ended his run with a terrific cross drive which Harland had not a ghost of a chance of saving. Towards the close Williams snapped up a possible chance and made a quick first time drive, but McInroy made a grand save when he punched away. Everton.- Harland; Raitt, Livingstone; Brown, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Bain, Williams, Troup. Sunderland; McInroy; Cresswell, England; Clunas, Parker, Andrews; Grimshaw, Marshall, Buchan, Hawes, Death.

EVERTON 0 SUNDERLAND 3
October 13, 1924. The Daily Courier.
EVERTON DEBACLE AT THE PARK.
BUCHAN WILES PLAY A BIG PART.
By C. S.
Everton tried forward experiments in their match with Sunderland and suffered the worst defeat of the season. It would not have it thought, however, that the deputy forwards, Bain and Williams, were the solo cause of the debacle. The plain fact was that Sunderland, in the second half were clearly the superior side. They had more football sense, a clearer understanding of the unmarked man, and a swifter appreciation of openings. Twice in the first half McBain came to the rescue when the home backs were in a tangle, but in the second half he left Buchan with plenty of room to operate, too much as events turned out.
“MARKED” BUCHAN.
Buchan, when he finds himself a marked man, has a habit apparently of quitting the contest. He has been “marked” in more senses than one so often that he lulls pivots into a false sense of security by taking an easy. He did so against the Blues, yet bobbed up in the second half and by using his great height headed a goal, the second, which practically put paid to the hopes of the home side. In the first half Marshall had netted after death's centre under the post had deceived Harland, while the left winger settled the issue with a third goal with the most brilliant drive of the match. Harland had no chance with two of the goals. Raitt, though not so polished, was a sounder back than Livingstone.
McBAIN.
McBain did not keep up to the standard of his first half display, Hart was the best half, Brown, who left the field before the finish, being unable to cope with Death. Forward, Chedgzoy was the only one to really worry the visiting defence, and he was unlucky with several efforts, his shots skimming the bar, while a couple of clever passes should have been converted, but the inside men were not up in time. McInroy kept goal excellently for Sunderland, and Cresswell was the best back on the field. The halves were workmanlike, and Buchan and Death were the pick of a smart nippy forward line. Teams: - Everton: - Harland, goal, Raitt and Livingstone, backs, Brown, McBain and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Bain, Williams, and Troup, forwards. Sunderland: - McInroy, goal, Cresswell (captain), and England, backs, Clunas, Parker, and Andrews, half-backs, Grimshaw, Marshall, Buchan, Hawes and Death, forwards.

OLDHAM ATHLETIC RESERVES 1 EVERTON RESERVES 4
October 13 1924. The Daily Courier.
CENTRAL LEAGUE
COCK SCORES FOUR.
Everton Reserves had a 4-1 victory to their credit at Boundary Park, Oldham, where they proved easily superior almost from the start. Everton were the aggressors throughout, and were much more virile in attack. Cock had a fine turn of speed, and did the hat trick. Forbes also was conspicuous while Hargreaves missed an early opportunity.

PORT SUNLIGHT 4 EVERTON “A” 1
October 13, 1924. The Daily Courier.
LIVERPOOL COUNTY COMBINATION.
Port Sunlight gained a smart victory at Poole Bank against Everton “A.” The opening exchanges favoured Port Sunlight, and after 30 minutes Shepherd worked a good position for Bryson to score. Marchbank made a magnificent save during a sharp attack by Everton. Early in the second half McGrae equalised. Sunlight livened up, and Loxham, going through his own, scored a cross shot. Further play was monopolised by Sunlight, Scott putting on two goals. Port Sunlight: - Marchbank, goal, Gale and Summer, backs, Nicholson, Jones, and Reeves, half-backs Loxham, Ferguson, Bryson, Scott, and Shepherd, forwards.

“THE OLD CROCKS.”
Athletic News - Monday 13 October 1924
GREAT DAYS IN THE ENGLAND-SCOTLAND FOOTBALL FUED
By Tityrus
The father of international Association football, and therefore the founder of the great match each year between England and Scotland, was Charles William Alcock, a Durham man, who became domiciled in the South of England, practically from the day that he was sent to Harrow school. In fact, no man was such propagandist by boot, pen, and voice for the culture and popularising of what is now called Soccer as this big, hardy, son of the North.
The first time I met Charles Alcock was in Edinburgh, when Nottingham Forest and Queen’s Park were about to play their semi-final tie for the Association Cup at Merchiston Park.  Almost the first remark he made to me was; “I like The Athletic News because it goes stamping about and does not care a hang whose toes it treads upon.” At the time he was the honorary secretary of the Football Association, and to my mind he was never given credit by clubs and the general public for the noble work he did. During his long term of office, from 1867 to 1896, the game outgrew him. Such a development would have taxed the resources of any man, and those who complained about him as a letter-writer should have tackled his task. Mr. Alcock very anxious to initiate matches between England and Scotland, and when he had an idea, or had decided upon a course of action, he was very determined. In the autumn 1870 he arranged matches in London under the title of England v. Scotland, but the Scots were either residing in London or boasted a Caledonian pedigree. The first treasurer of Queen’s Park, Robert Smith, who had removed from Glasgow to Norwood, assisted him. Several of these games paved the way for a genuine match which, with the hearty co-operation of the Queen’s Park club, brought about the first encounter at Partick in 1872.
AWFUL SNOBS.
The first book on this sport, entitled ‘'Football: Our Winter Game,” was written by Mr. Alcock, and as the volume is now scarce, I shall not apologise for quoting the first two sentences;— Ye needna’ gang back till the Paradise,” said a Scotch judge once to a barrister, well known for his habit of dragging the court into antiquarian researches. “Suppose ye begin somewhere aboot the time of Noah’s flood; it might be satisfactory.” There is hint here, and I propose to take it by avoiding all further reference to the inception and the early days of this historic match. I was only twelve years old when the series commenced, and I did not see the match at Partick. I have had the pleasure of talking with three men who did play, but Mr. J. C. Clegg, the late Mr. E. H. Greenhalgh, of Notts, and Mr. Willie McKinnon, of Glasgow, have no vivid recollections of the struggle. Mr. Clegg once told me, in the course of a long chat, that he remembered nothing at all about the match, and the only impression left upon his mind was that was a game in which individualism was rampant, and that he was reluctantly forced to the conclusion that some members of the English eleven were awful snobs and not much troubled about a “mon fra’ Sheffield.” John Charles Clegg is not tolerant of snobs, and I gathered that he did not enjoy the first international match under Association roles.
“THE SHEFFIELD DODGER.”
When the contest was renewed in the following spring W. E. Clegg, his brother, played; of course, he is now Sir William Clegg, one of the city fathers of Sheffield. The brothers Clegg took a tremendous interest in “Billy” Mosforth, one of the most remarkable players I ever saw. A great artist, he was known as “The Sheffield Dodger,” and took a prominent part in the international games between 1877 and 1882, when he was at his zenith. For one match Sir William Clegg and Mosforth had arranged to travel together to London overnight, but Sir William was unable to do so, as he had a consultation with a gentleman named Charles Peace in reference to charge of murder. Mosforth went to town alone, and when Sir William arrived and went on the field the match had been in progress a quarter an hour. Mosforth was character.” He played at the Oval on April 5, 1879, when Scotland led at the interval by 4—l, but England won by 5—4, and the spectators carried the Sheffield boy off the ground while Lord Kinnaird, then England’s umpire, congratulated him most heartily, and said that he wondered where he got such marvellous speed from. England’s victory 5—4, and Sheffield’s share in it, makes one think of the match in the mud at Hillsborough, Sheffield, in 1920, when the Motherland again won 5—4. This game should ever be known to Englishmen as McCall’s masterpiece, for the Lancashire led was a hero on that eventful day. Apart from Mosforth and the Cleggs other figures of those early days rise from memory. The tall, gaunt figure of Tom Vallance, of Glasgow Rangers, a back of beautiful balance; Charles Campbell, the Queen’s Park centre half-back, as great at “heading” as he was voluble in talking; and Sam Widdowson, who broke Campbell’s jaw in the match of 1880, are all alive. The two rose to head the ball and Sam’s cranium struck his opponent’s face. Widdowson did not know what he had accidentally done until the match was over, and, of course, he was very sorry. That game was a great disappointment to “Sam,” because the Scots won by 5—4 and the Englishmen felt that three of the Scottish goals were not valid and sound. No doubt the referee was honest and convinced that his decisions were correct, but he was chosen on the ground at the last moment, and was one the officers of the Scottish Football Association.
“THE OLD CROCKS.”
This roaming in the gloaming of the past—no further back than the time of “Noah’s flood —must cease, in spite of the strong temptation to pay tributes to Wattie Arnott, the Bainbridge family, “Nuts” Cobbold, Dr. John Smith, of Mauchline, and many another. I will jump to 1892 when Arthur Dunn led on to the field at Ibrox an eleven which wore supposed ready prey for the Scots even if they had to recall Wattie Arnott, who was then not only beyond his prime but short of practice and training. This English team was called “The Old Crocks.” I suppose that was because Arthur Dunn, the Old Etonian, who was one of the two centre-forwards against Ireland in 1884, was at last recalled, and came in as a full-back, if you please. “The Old Crocks” consisted of George Toone, of Notts County, in goal, Arthur Dunn and Bob ” Holmes, of Preston, as backs, John Reynolds (then of West Bromwich), Johnny Holt, that “little devil of Everton” as Sam Widdowson called him, Alfred Shelton (Notts County) as half-backs, with “Billy” Bassett and Johnnie Goodall on the right wing, Jack Southworth (“ Skimmy,” the fiddler), and Edgar Chadwick, and Dennis Hodgetts on the left wing. Why did the Scotsmen and the critics call this lot “the Old Crocks”? The Scottish journalists labelled them in this manner, and the triumph of Scotland was assured. The evening before the match the players of both teams fraternised. They were not kept in separate camps, or hotels, in those days. Oh yes, these Scotsmen openly boasted what they were going to do with these English “veterans” (vide Bassett, then about 23 years of age). Their confidence was boundless. SandyMcMahon was going to sand-dance round Johnny Holt carry the ball on his head from the half-way line, and pop it into goal, and do all sorts of wonderful juggling. William Sellar was to score again and again, and Kelly of the Celts, was to put Southworth in his pocket and button it up.
JOHNNY HOLT’S HAPPY DAY.
What did Bobby Burns say about the best laid schemes of mice and men? That “little devil” Johnny Holt was “all over” McMahon; he climbed up him and over him, brought him down to earth and sand-danced on him. For 20 minutes the Scots never touched the ball, and in 17 minutes the “old crocks”, of England had rattled on four goals, so completely outwitted were Kelly, Dan Doyle, and Wattie Arnott. Within ten seconds England had scored. John Southworth kicked off, and Goodall tipped the ball to Bassett, who swung a pass towards the left. Chadwick gained possession, dribbled round Arnott, and drove past McLeod, of Dumbarton, the goalkeeper. The trick was done and the Scots never played that ball. The “ Old Crocks” gave a display such as I have never seen—either before or since. That was not the only goal which was perfect conception, combination, and execution. This was a far more wonderful exhibition of the game than that the following year at Richmond, when England won by 5—2. The Surrey Cricket Club felt compelled to refuse the use of The Oval part of the cricket ground had been re-laid, and the match was taken to an athletic ground at Richmond, which was well known as a Rugby rendezvous. The match furnished a splendid “gate.” SPIKSLEY’S HAT TRICK.
But it is also furnished what is a far more important—a splendid match. Thu issue was in doubt in the second half, and thought that the Scots would win. As a rule, my internet in the issue a match is nil, but I do like to see England triumph in this great match. The feeling is only natural in an Englishman—if a small edition. The match was, however, won by rare combination and enviable endurance. The unity of the team was not really developed until after the interval, when Bassett cross-kicked to the left wing again and again, and Spiksley (by the way, he writes his name without an “e” in the centre of it) scored three goals in succession in about ten minutest! I cannot remember any other Englishman performing “the hat trick” against Scotland. These goals were brilliants. The Scots protested on the ground of off-side to the referee, who I think was Mr. J. C. Clegg, but he was against them every time. It seemed to me that the Caledonians were not allowing for the speed of Spiksley, who was much faster than he looked, and a player worthy to rank with Mosforth. Hodgetts, or any other outside-left I have seen. Spiksley’s control of the ball, his individuality, and his pluck for a man of modest stature, without much weight, were amazing. Like Hodgetts, Fred Spiksley did all his ball work with the outside the right foot. In fact, Fred Spiksley could do almost anything he wanted with either foot, and was a sure marksman. Spiksley a football player was a wonder. As I have only reached 1893 in these fragmentary recollections of the big match, another session becomes necessary. This will cover the period from 1896 to 1924—or after the subsidence of Nosh's flood.

EVERTON’S COLLAPSE
Liverpool Echo - Monday 13 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
It is trial tackle turned inside out. Here were we a month ago talking over Everton’s good prospects and of the fear that was in everyone’s heart about Liverpool. Liverpool started badly; Everton started badly but kept getting the points. As a matter of common hard fact it is undeniable Everton are lucky to have got a point from any match this season! That is not a harsh thing to say- it is a fact. At Leeds, to be sure, they were unlucky, but there were other games!!! However, this is no time for telling the world at large that everything is wrong. It isn’t. But I should like to see heavier grounds than Everton are operating upon. They have possibly been put in too fine a light by some of the critics who enjoyed their half-back work and their gliding passes, but points come from goals, and Everton are not getting them. So there must be a change. They tried two on Saturday- Cock scoring goals for the reserve side, and Chadwick looking on at the home game, while Bain and Williams fared ill and seemed ill at ease, probably because they tried to do much at this their first appearance of the season.
NO NEED FOR RIOT ACT
There is no need to write bundles of letters. Everton know their faults and they know they are not nearly so bad as the figures paint them. Their men seem to kick off with great gusto and promise to rattle on a dozen goals. No one could have wished to see better or more direct footwork than that served up by Everton for twenty minutes. Then came the turn round and the defence began to quaver. So would any full-back who knew he had to face a speed merchant and footballer to boot, like Death, and Charlie Buchan into the bargain. Buchan seems to mesmerise many defences. They dare not leave him, though he seems to be lounging about. So it was on Saturday. It was not a real Buchan day; but he needed watching. Then when all was rosy Buchan started to show real footwork, and his passing with the ankle was an object lesson. He is a most deceptive footballer. Around him are some hefty and trusty youngsters, none being better than Death, who has immense speed and yet controls the ball well when he is centring. He has been well coached, and has left behind his bad habits.
EVERTON, SOMETHING SIMILAR PLEASE
One feels like saying to Everton players, “Go and do likewise,” for they are continuing the double back principle till any half- back could tackle such a movement successfully and with ease. Sunderland made upward passes, not square passes, and when in front of goal they were very deadly. Death got one great goal and caused another, and Buchan made the third, and on the other hand, McInroy, after early effort through McBain and others, had anpassage, and was once saved by his famous back. Cresswell kicking away from the line. Cresswell is a lovely back to watch- but not to play against. England played too much of the offside game to be nice, and Everton started to copy him, so that there was the customary “jungle” within a space of twenty yards surrounding the middle-line. That was making an absurdity of the game. Sunderland, by their practical methods, have got their third successive victory here at Goodison. It is more than a habit; it is a hat-trick. And it is not nice to Evertonians. Grimshaw is doing some fine work, and Marshall, whom I have always fancied, got a goal, but was not quite so good as he can be. Death was the man of the moment, however. What of Everton’s future? Wait awhile, and do not be too hasty in condemnation.

EVERTON “SCOUR” THE COUNTRY
Liverpool Echo - Tuesday 14 October 1924
DESPAIRING CRY
I learn that the latest defeat of the Everton club has caused the directors to take a very serious view of the situation, and steps are being taken this week to amend the side in such a way that there will be fewer disappointments in the near future. Of course players can be got for the asking- and the paving-and Everton are not going to pay ridiculous fees for any man. However, they have recognised that in defence there must be alterations, and that in the attacking division they need further resource. Hence the rush around the country for new men. A man who only, on Saturday last, got the first “honour,” is said to have been angled, and a famous centre-forward is linked with Goodison Park by Dame Rumour-and others!

EVERTON “HUNG UP.”
Liverpool Echo - Thursday 16 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
Everton have not yet settled their side, and needless to say, it will want a lot of picking. Meantime, I give you Cardiff’s side against them, and would like to add here, that Liverpool, at home to Sheffield United, are going to face a very engaging lot of names. Tom Boyle, so of old Peter, is making his debut at centre for Sheffield, and Sutcliffe, brother of the famous J.W. will keep goal for the first time at Anfield. We have had many great goalkeepers at Anfield, and I am very keen to see the illustrious veteran’s brother in between the sticks,
MEMORABLE OCCASIONS
No. 36858 has been following interesting letter;- I have been a reader of your valuable notes for more years than I wish to remember, and this is the first time I have been “guilty” of writing you. First I must congratulate you upon your “Football Echo” and your daily notes, and I hope you continue same for many more years. They are the first thing I turn to every night, after looking to see how many “stiffs” I have backed! Well, “Bee,” I am not bringing you to task, but just testing my memory, and I would like you to state if I am correct or not. Under the fishy article about Stoke and the All Blacks, mention is made about the “Sunstroke” match with Manchester City, when Everton won 9-1. If my memory is correct this was played on a Monday night, and there were no cases of sunstroke. It was just after the wholesale suspension of City players (Meredith crossed to United) and City had a very poor team. Davis was certainly in goal; he had just been obtained from Glossop. I was playing myself those days, which makes me think it was a night match, right at the beginning of the season. Once more congratulating you on your chatty notes and articles.
The famous player is quite correct-the game was against a fragile City eleven, following the wholesale suspensions of City men, such as Meredith, Burgess, Sandy Turnbull, &c. It was the second match of the season, a Monday, September 3, 1906. The sunstroke match-day was a Saturday.
UNEEK!
I was at the Everton match on Saturday, and I think that the local supporters, whatever regrets they may have had to see their team lose, will at least have the memory of a really great exposition of the game of football as it ought to be played (writes “Uneek”) A game freer from any objectionable features I have never seen. Everton “played the game” to the bitter end. They met a great team at the very top of its form. The outside left, an unknown quantify, surprised everyone (his own side as well). The way the crowd cheered his goal was most sporting. It was a tribute to a fine piece of work, and was not given in a moment of pique, in the manner that some home crowds turn round on their own team when things are not going well with them. Success to Everton, I say, as long as they endeavour to fight on the clean lines they did on Saturday. BEE-End.

EVERTON’S CHANGED SIDE
Liverpool Echo - Friday 17 October 1924
EVERTON’S DECISION
Bee’s Notes
Everton at Cardiff! The prospect is not alluring, for here we have two sides who have been about the biggest disappointment one could imagine. Everton met last night and made changes- you will see for yourself what has happened, and can estimate to the best of your think-tank what will happen at Cardiff. One thing is certain, both sides will be all keenness to win, and remembering the past sporting games between the pair we shall know there will have been a fine, hefty fight, with plenty of class football intermixed. Let us have some pointsfor Everton, with all their joyful footwork, have not been convincing in front of goal. Cardiff, as stated yesterday, bring in Len Davies, Beadles, and the other Davies-of Swansea. They read hot enough; but so do the Everton team-sheets. We will just wait and see what the morrow’s “Football Echo” brings with it. Everton; Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup. Cardiff; Farquharson; Nelson, Blair; Nicholson, Keenor, Hardy; Davies (W), Beadles, Davies (L), Clennell, J. Evans.
Everton Reserves team (v. The Wednesday, at Goodison Park, 3.15).- Jones; Glover, McDonald; McGrae, Reid, Virr; Parry, Hargreaves, Williams, Wall and Forbes.
EVERTON v.  SOUTH AFRICANS
We learn that the Everton Football Club have arranged to play the South Africans at Goodison Park on December 3.

EVERTON GIVEN A CHANCE TO MAKE GOOD
October 18 1924. The Daily Courier.
FORWARD LINE THAT MUST GET GOALS.
The game between Everton and Cardiff City, like that at Anfield will have an international flavour about it, for Chedgzoy (England's outside right) will be partnered by Irvine, who next Wednesday will be on the side of Farquharson, instead of, as today, opposing the goalkeeper. Cardiff City like their visitors, have done none too well, their complaint being a lack of youthfulness in the team. Numerous changes have been made without success so far, but the directors are hoping for better thing this afternoon, when the side includes Clennell the ex-Evertonian, and Beadles, who last season played for Liverpool. Everton have wisely decided to bring back the old formation in the forwards, while other changes are Peacock for Brown and Kendall for Harland. Cock showed in last week's reserve game that he can score goals if he gets the ball in the proper position. It is therefore up to the rest of the side to see that the centre is presented with reasonable scoring chances. If that is done Everton will win.
Teams: - Cardiff City: - Farquharson; Nelson and Blair; Nicholson, Keenor, and Hardy; W. Davies, Beadles, L. Davies, Clennell, and J. Evans. Everton: - Kendall; Raitt, and Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, and Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Kick-off 3.15.

FAMOUS OLD-TIMERS
October 18, 1924. The Liverpool Football Echo
Victor Hall Describes Bob Kelso and Gives the Story of a Great Spoof Goal
One of the players who wore the Everton colours of a later date than those previously given was popular “Bob Kelso, who we hear, paid a recent visit to Liverpool, on holiday from his parent home on the Clyde. Kelso belonged to the later school of Scottish players with whom Everton began to strengthen their ranks in their last years at Anfield before moving across the Park to their present home at Goodison. He had come South with a brilliant record as one of the most promising young players in the Vale of Leven, on Clydeside, and during the years he played at Everton he amply justified his selection. “Bob” had none of the individisms of some of the more famous of his contemporaries but he had an all-round adaptability that made him a safe player in whatever position he played, and to a selection committee that is the type who is a most valued asset. To be able at short notice to have a player who can “fit” into whatever position of responsibility comes vacant is an advantage that can be easily realized and Kelso, in most of his playing career at Everton, had that exceptional gift. Coming South as a half-back, he readily adapted himself into a position on either wing –or in emergency as centre and later quite frequently figured as a full back, the left position for choice being the one in which he was most effective. He was an ideal tackler, and for a defensive player had a rare turn of speed that made him invaluable in any position with the added advantage of being quick off the “mark” with an infinite resolute of strategy and sound judgment.
A Favourite
With the followers of the club Bob was an especial favoirite, his good humour and unfalling earnestness of purpose gaining a corresponding reward in loyalty and appreciation from the Everton crowd; But it was among his fellow-players that Bob alone most for a more likeable and genial companion either on the field or in the recreation-room it would be hard to find. His fund of stories was inexhaustible, his humour and his pranks were unending and with it all his genial bonhomie made him prime favourite with players and committee alike. Visiting players too, found Kelso at good-hamoured as he was formidable in the field of play. They were often nonplussed certainly by his skilled and shrewd judgment, but equally he had a dash and vigour either in attack or defence that made him often the most “dangerous” player, and the one to be shadowed most in the Everton team of his day. But his wit and hurour were always his most outstanding features, hides hand masked as they were in many cases by the expression of “dour” determination that frequently concealed his real purpose. One such incident comes to mind in illustration of this, it happened in one of the league games at Goodison Park in which Everton had all the play but few of the goals and with but a little time to go before the final whistle were in a minority of a goal, owning to an exceptionally brilliant goalkeeper who seemed to be in the way of every shot that promised a score –and a “draw” for Everton. A free kick had been given to Everton about thirty yards from the opponents' goal. At that time a goal could be scored from a free kick only if a second player had played the ball. Kelso picked the ball up and placed it to take the free kick himself and instantly noticed that the defending side had so packed the goal as to leave not an inch of loophole for a straight “shot” and, being a tall team, they had every like hood of being first at the ball in say heading that was to be done. Bob instantly gave a knowing nod of the head to his fellow-back, and himself stepped aside, but only a foot or two away. The referee standing close up, understood the incident was trivial and blew his whistle for the kick to be taken. Kelso standing apparently still, “tapped” the ball-no more –a foot or so to his companion back, who then took a long, lobbing shot into the goalmouth. Just as the ball was dropping into the centre of the goalmouth where the goalkeeper amply covered by his backs, was waiting to fist it clear, a startled shout burst from the rack of players. “Let it go!” There was a fractional second of hesitancy; the goalkeeper “ducked” to let the ball go into the net over his head and there was an ear-spitting yell of “Goal” from the crowd. Goalkeeper and backs looked at one another, and then at the referee, expecting to see him point to the goal for a goal-kick.” To their cold horror, he was pointing to the centre of the field, and consulting his watch to see if there was time for the kick off. The whole team (it was Notts Forest I think) surged after the referee, surrounding him and claiming that it could not be a “goal” s no second player had touched the ball. “On the contrary,” he explained “the player, as Kelso had taken the kick.” Then they demanded who had shouted, “Let it go!” and was not that a proof that no second player had touched the ball?” “Nothing of the kind,” said the referee. “There is nothing in the laws of the game about what players may shout in the field. Besides,” said he, “I was standing close up, and saw the two Everton men play the ball after I whistled.” Then the storm burst in the Forest team; the goalkeeper blamed the backs for shouting “Lt it go” they in turn blamed the half-backs, the forwards blamed the defenders, and every one of them glared at the most miserable of goalkeepers, as scratching his head he looked from one to other of his revilers, in an endeavour to locate “guilt” on one of their faces. The whistle went for time, and Everton had made a draw and saved a point; and in the dressing-room a crowd as he gleefully explained that he had of happy Everton players surrounded Kelso shouted “Let it go” in the hope that the goalkeeper would be bewildered into thinking it was one of his own side and hesitate until it was too late. Artful Bob! The referee may or may not have known the true facts, but certainly the Everton directors never questioned his decision. Kelso, Milward, and Dave Storrier were great chums, and the tedium of many a long railway journey was relieved with their jokes, practiced and otherwise. In those days Hoylake was a favourite training quarter for Everton when preparing for Cup-ties or when any special “away from home” training for special matches was thought desirable. Here under the careful attention of trainers and assistants, a regular course of methodical exercises could be followed not equally possible in the neighborhood of Goodison Park, with the advantage to addition of one or more of the directors in constant situation to note developments favorable or otherwise. Among the Hoylake people the team were great favourities, being lively, good-natured guests and giving little trouble to their hosts. Songsters
George Kitchen, the then Everton goalkeeper, had taken keenly to golf, and he and Kelso were almost daily players on the excellent links of the Hoylake club –the committee having extended a standing invitation to the Everton players during their frequent training periods. Here the irrepressible “Bob” was a prime favourite, and great were the stories of the exploits in the “land of jocularity,” humour, let it be said that never left a sting behind. Of an evening, when training for the day was over, the players frequently amused and entertained themselves with sing-songs, some of the players being gifted with good voices and some with other talents. Among the singers too, Kelso was a gifted chorus master. Scottish songs were of course prime favourities “Annle Laree” “Ye Banks, and Brest” Ye tak the High Road,” could be depended on to take the lead in any programme that included Kelso, Abe Hartley, Jack Elliott, (the present veteran trainer), Jack Taylor, or Sandy Young, and if one ever gets Charlie Cuff is a reminiscent he can recall many a diverting story, as he was a frequent visitor to the training quarters and a prime favorite with the players, being in addition a singer with an exceptionally fine baritone voice and extensive repertory. Some day he may tell the story of “Sandy” Young's vivid portrayal of coal mining, using an ordinary coal scuttle and poker to illustrate the normal workday methods –but that story needs Mr. Cuff's own telling to get the rich humor he extracts from it. At mentioned earlier on, Kelso was a prime favourite with the Everton crowd for his sterling good work on the field. He was an untiring player and never spared himself in any game. He was always in good rebost health, and rarely had to be off the injuries or through stiffness. Although he took and gave hard knocks when the exigencies of vigorous play demanded it, he had the happy fortune to escape serious injuries. He was no versatile in his playing possibilities that he suffered, to an extent by his very adaptability. Being so frequently called on to take up strange positions as the necessities of the team demanded from time to time, he was never like other prominent players a one position man. So it comes that you will rarely hear Bob Kelso spoken of as a left half or a left back; but to those who remember his play for Everton and his long residence in Liverpool, he will always be kindly remembered as an ardent player for his club and among his many warm friends as a prince of good fellows.

STEPHENSON TO MOLD
October 18, 1924. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury.
Mr. Charles Hewitt manager of the mold F.C., yesterday signed Stephenson the young goalkeeper, who has made an impression by his displays this season, and for whom several league clubs were bidding.

EVERTON’S MATCH
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 18, 1924
REARRNAGED SIDES HARD AT IT
RE-ENTER COCK AND CHADWICK
KENDALL IN GOAL AT THE CARDIFF MATCH
Kendall, Cock, and Chadwick were restored to the Everton side at Cardiff today, and Gill being absent, Beadles, ex-Liverpool, played for the Welsh side. Everton; Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup. Cardiff; Farquharson; Nelson, Blair; Nicholson, Keenor, Hardy; Davies (W), Clennell, Davies (L), Beales, J. Evans. Referee; Mr. A.B. Caseley, of Wolverhampton. The long journey to Cardiff was undertaken yesterday, the South Wales city being reached after eight o’clock. This morning broke fine, and the afternoon was equally agreeable from an atmospheric point of views. The turf at Ninian Park looked better than I have seen it for years. Everton turned out as elected, and the only change in the Cardiff side was that Clennell and Beadles changed places. Although the crowd was good, it might have been better, the attendance being barely 15,000 when Everton started against a slight breeze and with their faces towards the sun. Cardiff went right off the mark, but Davies put the leather wide.
RAITT IN THE BREACH
The City at once returned on the right and the ball was swung dangerously across to the other wing. Beadles was about to seize upon it when Raitt jumped in and cleared. For a considerable period, Everton were kept on the defensive and the half-back line was sound and steady. McBain once made a mistake, but the ball was returned by Hart, who passed out to Troup. The latter, however, lost possession, and in the next episode was a swinging centre from Chedgzoy, which Chadwick just failed to gather.
SOFT GOAL BY LEN DAVIES
So far there had been little to choose between the teams, though the Welshmen were more aggressive, and their tactics at length net with success. They got down in combined order and the leather was driven hard out to the right to Beadles, who missed a chance, but Len Davies jumped into the breach, and Kendall fumbling the ball, permitted it to enter the net. It was rather a sad mistake on the part of the Everton ‘keeper and something in the nature of a gift for Cardiff. The visitors made good play for a time on both wings, but could not complete their work properly. Nevertheless they kept pegging away, and Chedgzoy put in a centre, which Cock did his best to convert into a goal, when Blair intervened. A few minutes later McBain tried to get through on his own account without success, and once Troup, after a fine spurt, put the ball to Chadwick, but he was given offside-a rather doubtful decision. The Everton forwards returned to the attack again, but they found Keenor and Hardy well nigh insurmountable.
KENDALL IMPROVES
Still they persevered and a long dropping centre from Troup found Cock just a yard too late. The City then roused themselves to further effort, and after shots had been put in from both wings, Beadles tested Kendall with a beauty which the custodian this time dealt with very satisfactorily. Cardiff were now doing great efforts, and Livingstone, letting in the right wing, there was a tremendous bully in front of the Everton goal, Kendall eventually getting the ball away from the foot of the post, by lying prone on the ground. It was a good save, though rather hard luck for Clennell who was the attacker. Towards the interval the City tried hard to increase their lead, and a hard drive from Keenor was well fielded. Two seconds later came through a hard and fast rising shot which Kendall threw clear at the cost of a corner. Everton forced a corner on the right and this led to some excitement in front of Farquharson, but neither Chadwick nor Irvine could ram their shots home. Cardiff were next busy on the left, where Beadles had practically an open goal when he sent the ball high over the bar.
A SPLENDID SAVE
Two good clearances by Raitt put the Everton vanguard in possession, but there was still the same lack of snap, and, though another was conceded by the home defenders, nothing came of it. At the other end, Cardiff came within an ace of scoring when Clennell sent in a flashing oblique shot, which Kendall diverted with outstretched arms.
CHADWICK’S SUPERB GOAL
The consequent corner nearly led to trouble, for Len Davies only just missed the mark. Just before half-time Troup got away, and rounding Nelson, gave the ball to Chadwick, who, taking it on the run, scored a wonderfully fine goal with a terrific shot that gave the ‘keeper no earthly chance. This effort was a happy augury for a return to form of the Evertonians. The City replied with a hot attack, and Clennell was bowled over when making for goal, but nothing happened, and we crossed over with honours even. Half-time; Cardiff 1 Everton 1.
DOWN AT CARDIFF
GOALKEEPER FUMBLES THE BALL
LEN DAVIES SCORES TWICE
CHADWICK SCORES WITH A BRILLIANT SHOT
The first half had provided the spectators with some excellent football, brisk, bright and lively, and the 20,000 people present at the resumption looked forward to an engaging second period. For a time there was an open exchange of long passing and the Everton right were the first to threaten danger when Chedgzoy centred well. Blair punted clear and we experienced a further interlude of rather indiscriminate play, with which the balance of power was evenly maintained. Another beautiful dropping centre from Chedgzoy led to a narrow escape for the City, and a little later McBain distinguished himself with a wonderful little bit of defensive work. Indeed, the work of the Everton centre half and that of Keenor was beyond praise. As the later stages of the contest was reached, Everton proceeded to play particularly clever football, and Cock was twice unlucky in failing to give his side the lead. A square pass from Evans led to trouble. Kendall effected an admirable save from Len Davies, while subsequently Livingstone was just in the nick of time to pull up Clennell. The visitors were most persistent at this period in their attack on the City goal, and both Chedgzoy and Cock should have found the target when they had clear openings.
LEN DAVIES’ DOUBLE.
Shortly before the finish Clennell was hurt. McBain was also damaged. Clennell had to leave the field, but the Everton half back carried on. Ten minutes from the end Len Davies scored a second goal for Cardiff.
COCK NETS OFFSIDE
At the last minute Cock netted for Everton, but the referee ruled the point offside, although the ball went in off the goalkeeper. Final; Cardiff City 2 Everton 1.

EVERTON RES v.  SHEFFIELD WEDNESDAY RES
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 18, 1924
MOST EXCHANGE SEARLY ON IN THE GAME
At Goodison Park. The game had only been going one minute when Parry placed a perfect centre into the goalmouth, but Brown saved by running out of goal. A miskick by Reid let in the visitors, and Glover cleared smartly. After a spell of midfield play Everton advanced in line, and Wall was only inches wide with a great effort. This spurred on the Wednesday, and nice play by Lowdell and Toone was the means of the former sending in a shot which Jones cleverly saved. After a goalless first half Everton put plenty of vim into their reopening attack, and Reid opened their score immediately afterwards. The Wednesday for some time rarely crossed the half-way line, but one spurt brought them an equaliser when a penalty was given. Blenkinsop converting the spot kick. Three-quarter time Everton Reserves 1 Wednesday Reserves 1.
Eight minutes from the finish, Wall gave Everton the lead.
Final; Everton Res 2 Sheffield Wednesday Res 1.

STUD MARKS
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 18, 1924
By Louis T. Kelly

• It must be something of an Everton record to go without victory in seven successive matches, not to mention failing entirely to score in five out of seven.
• The Blues seem to go off with a rush in their games, yet it is another hard fact that to date they have not once led at the cross-over this season; indeed, only twice have they got so much as the odd goal before half-time.
• Their last five games (three at home) had only yielded one point out of a possible ten- an amazing position seeing that two months ago we were all pen-picturing Everton as a likely championship side.
• Small wonder then of the directors have been watching a serious look this week.
• On Saturday, Sunderland gave a repeat order of what happened last year at Goodison, only more so; that is, they literally played the opposition to a standstill.
• Or perhaps it would be more correct to say that Everton helped themselves to this helpless condition of things
• The penchant of Everton’s goalkeepers for showing frailty at vital moments must be very depressing.
• By the way, it is with regret we read that Tom Fern had been visited with some rather painful injuries last week
• Last season Everton established a record by obtaining the highest number of points in the history of the club
• Strange indeed that they should set out so badly now.
• Dicky Downs is having a fairly good time in the South, and had his team managed to win on Saturday they would have stood at the head of their table, but Plymouth carried too many guns for the Brighton and Hove men on this occasion.
• Whilst Jack Cock was getting a “quartet” at Oldham, his brother Don was opening his season’s account for Notts.
• Everton’s last and only win dates back to September 6; no club in Division 1 has had such a long spell of non-success this season.

INTERNATIONAL GAMES AT GOODISON PARK-ENGLAND v  IRELAND
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 18, 1924
AND A GREAT BASEBALL DISPLAY BETWEEN THE FAMOUS “GAINTS” AND “SOX” SIDES
Bee’s Notes
We have a big week of sport coming on us. First there is the meeting of England v. Ireland, at Goodison Park, on Wednesday, and the following day there is a chance to see the real American baseball talent, The Giants and Sox sides having been fixed up for Goodison Park.
The Giants are stalking through the land, and at their heels are the White Sox. In the true American fashion, managers of the baseball teams that are now invading our land in a friendly propaganda effort, and are timed to arrive at the Liverpool Landing-stage by the Canadian Pacific liner Montroyal on Wednesday morning next, have staged their expedition on a vast scale, for after they have converted the Briton they mean to carry the light on the Continent as far as the Mediterranean. Next Thursday the Liverpool distinct is to be attacked. In the afternoon of that day the New York Giants and the Chicago White Sox will give an exhibition of the real baseball at Goodison Park, and we are promised that we shall be thrilled through and through. The ball players will have a lovely ground to disport upon, for, except in spaciousness, it compares favourably with the great fields of the States in the matter of accommodation. The grass on the infield, that is the diamond formed by the bases, perhaps would do with a trimming, for in the big league enclosures across the sea the ground is rolled as smooth as a billiard table. Baseball, as played in the States, was designed by Henry Chadwick, a native of Exeter, in our own beautiful county of Devon. The father of baseball, as he is called, born exactly a hundred years ago- in 1924-made his home in America, and died in 1908-six years before the Great War. The game is a kind of “glorified rounders.” It requires the highest athletic skill and instant decision. Played as it should be played, it thrills the devotee and holds its witness spellbound. Fielding is a fine art, and the volleying of the ball by the best executants is a marvel of unerring flight, practically in a straight line, so that batters have extraordinary difficulty in their endeavours to get from base to base.
HOW THEY PLAY
Let me point out to the intending visitor to Goodison Park, next Thursday, who may know little or nothing of baseball, a few of the phases of the game to which he should pay particular heed if he desires to follow the play intelligently. There are nine players on each side, holding the following position; Catcher, pitcher, 1st base, 2nd base, 3rd base, short stop, right field, centre, left field. The pitcher is the focus of play. A skilful pitcher can throw the ball towards the batter, so that it deflects from its original direction, describing an in-curve, an out-curve, a down-curve, or an up-curve, just as the tactical genius of the pitcher may dictate. The catcher is the back stopper, and wears a mask; he and the pitcher comprise what is known as the battery. These two players have fixed positions when the ball is delivered; but the other seven can be placed anywhere, generally by the expressed command of the pitcher. For every fairly delivered ball the umpire calls one “strike,” three of which are allowed each better; and for an unfairly delivered ball he calls one “ball,” four of which allow the better to proceed to the first base without hindrance. Nine innings each side constitute to a game; and if the scores then tie extra innings are played. In no case can more or fewer than nine players a-side take the field. If an accident happen, causing a player to leave, a substitute is immediately forthcoming. The base runner must touch each base in the proper order, and must not diverge from a direct line from base to base, except to avoid collision with a fielder who may happen to be on the line. To make one run- as valuable as a goal in football-the bass runner must succeed in making the round of the bases, and this keeps the fielder ever alert. An innings is the period at bat, and in completed when three players have been put out, the opposing side then going in.
RALLERY OF THE CROWD
What amazed the so-called stolid Briton who sees baseball for the first time is the buoyancy of spirit, the good-humoured disposition towards seemingly most biting epithets revealed by the players, upon whom the mixed shower of caustic wit and pleasantry falls harmlessly. Could our footballers endure a tithe of each barracking? “He didn’t see it until the smoke had blown away,” may be the taunt of an onlookers as the better makes a futile lungs at the ball travelling at high velocity. Or, “Make him think it’s a pea!” may be the shout to the pitcher in relation to the apparent size, in the batter’s eyes, of the oncoming ball. There is as much difference between American baseball and the game that is played under the rules of the English Baseball Association and the Welsh Baseball Union as there is between Association and Rugby football. Mr. newton Crane, an American lawyer who practised at the English bar, once told me that the English game was only “bumblepuppy,” a term with which whist players may be acquainted. Still, the English and Welsh codes have a considerable following, as some of my readers may have noticed at last year’s international match at Fairfield. There were 10,00 spectators present at Cardiff in July last at the recent meeting.
PLAYERS OF NOTE
Two innings each constitute an English game. The method of scoring consists in threading the bases, which are small posts instead of pads, and allowing a run for each base touched without stopping in the circuit; that is to say, one, two, three, or four runs may be scored off one strike. Some footballers of high repute keep themselves in athletic condition by playing the English version-and they revel in it. Donald Mackinlay, the brother Page, members of Newport, Cardiff and Pill Harriers Rigby Clubs may be cited. Sullivan (full-back of Wigan Rugby) played for Wales against England at the Stanley Athletic Ground in 1920 just after he had signed for his present club. But, to return to our theme, and in conclusion, those who go to Goodison Park next Thursday can be assured of an exhilarating atmosphere, in the playing sense; of an engrossing study of “mass psychology”; and, if they have conned the few pointers I have given, of a game that will delight the eye and give an electric touch to the pulse.
FIRST INTERNATIONAL
England and Ireland meet at Goodison Park on Wednesday, and it is a fitting place, as Liverpool is not only the capital of Wales, but it is, in a measure, the capital of Ireland! The appearance of Lacey, Irvine, Lucas, and Chedgzoy at the Walton ground would be sufficient draw to any local fans, but with the remembrance that this in the first International match of the season, and that Liverpool is always keen to see the best of football and all the stars in their firmament it is natural that the game should draw an immense crowd, even though it is a mid-week match. Ireland has a chance to win, thanks to the selectors having pushed Buchan out once again. They must have forgotten Wembley, Scotland and Buchan’s goal against the Amateurs-the sort of goal that he alone could score.
EVERTON PLAYER FOR MOLD
Mr. Charles Hewitt, manager of the Mold F.C., yesterday signed on Stephenson, the young Everton goalkeeper, who has made an impression by his displays this season, and for whom several League clubs were bidding. Mold are also negotiating for the transfer of Wilkinson, for former Liverpool goalkeeper.
A BOYLE-ING QUESTION
Re Victor Hall’s article on R. Boyle. Your correspondent, J. Hughes, is quite correct in his statement (says Mr. J. McDowell). R. Boyle scored the first and McInnes the second goal, both being scored in the last couple of minutes as the majority of the spectators were leaving the ground at the Park goal. McInnes was inside-right, one of the lightest men on the field, and his ruddy hair stood out prominently. Mention of P. Meehan, I think McNeil and Meehan were the Sunderland backs that day, and if my memory is correct Sunderland and Everton stepped on the field as the only unbeaten teams, having played eight matches.
Mr. Director Banks, Everton F.C. says he feels sure Boyle scored twice. “He can see it now,” as the saying has it.

CARDIFF CITY 2 EVERTON 1
October 20 1924. The Daily Courier.
EVERTON STILL OUT OF LUCK.
VALUE ONE POINT, BUT CARDIFF TAKE BOTH.
Everton were beaten by the odd goal in three at Ninian Park, and I am one of the minority of the 18,000 present who though the Blues –who were White on this occasion –not only deserved but earned a draw. Len Davies scored in each half for the Citizens and Chadwick for Everton, while in the closing stages Cock also put the ball in to the net. The referee at once blew for offside but my view, at an angle, was that Farquharson played the ball on to the centre forward. However, the point was not allowed and Everton have slipped further down the table.
IRONY.
The irony of it was that spectators said it was the best game of football seen at Ninian Park this season. Everton were lucky to be on level terms at half-time, but there could be no doubt they were the smarter team in the second half, and a draw would have been a fair result. Kendall was at fault when the first goal was scored, as instead of catching a pass he punched the ball straight on to the head of Len Davies and it cannoned over the line. The best goal of the day was credited to Chadwick. Shortly before the interval he took a pass from Troup on the run and hitting it with the full power of his left foot slammed it in the net before the home goalkeeper realised what was happening. The third goal, and second for Cardiff, came from a corner. Raitt ran across to argue about the decision with the linesman, and before he could get back the ball dropped in the centre. Here it bobbed about till Len Davies drove it past Kendall.
RAITT.
Apart from the error of judgement in running across to the official Raitt was the best back on the field, though he was well supported by Livingstone. Hart was the pick of the halves, and Chadwick of the attack, the right wing being comparatively subdued. Hardy was the outstanding Cardiff player, though Beadles shaped well. farquharson had little to do, the backs being sturdy defenders. Clennell was injured and left the field. He returned, but was only a passenger. Teams: - Cardiff City: - Farquharson goal, Nelson and Blair, backs, Nicholson, Keenor, and Hardy; half-backs, W. Davies, Beadles, L. Davies, Clennell, and J. Evans, forwards. Everton: - Kendall goal, Raitt, and Livingstone backs, Peacock, McBain, and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup forwards.

EVERTON RESERVES 2 SHEFFIELD WEDNESDAY RESERVES 1
October 20 1924. The Daily Courier.
CENTRAL LEAGUE
This game at Goodison Park produced bright, and entertaining football. In the first half both teams did plenty of attacking, but the respective goalkeepers made splendid saves, and the interval arrived with a clean sheet. Everton made a sustained attack after the interval, and deservedly took the lead when Reid found the net. The Wednesday then took the offensive, and when Prince was brought down in the penalty area, Blenkinson equalised. The Sheffield men should have had a second penalty shortly afterwards, but the referee gave a free kick just outside the area. This let-off for Everton was balanced, however, when Williams shot against the post, Williams shortly afterwards put his side ahead, a lead when they kept to the finish. Everton were strong forward, and had a half-back line which opened up many attacks, while Jones gave a confident display in goal, Brown the Sheffield keeper, saved his side repeatedly, while the raids of Prince and Lowdell were always dangerous.

CARDIFF’S JOY
Athletic News- Monday, October 20, 1924
A WELCOME WIN AGAINST EVERTON
LEN DAVIES’ REVIVAL
CARDIFF CITY 2 EVERTON 1
By Cymro
Cardiff’s City lowly position in the League table had caused the visitors’ policy in retaining some of the players who had helped to make history last season to be freely questioned. With it came an altered opinion, and they were two points more welcomed the club than those which were secured by Everton at Ninian Park. Gill at Nottingham had completed a change in the attack, and as this was introduced, Clennell crossed to partner W. Davies on the right wing. Everton brought back Chadwick and Cock who had been deposed the previous week. The game was distinguished by great finesse and an abundance of thrilling incidents that provided the 20,000 spectators with much to enthuse over. But it was a game of parts, the balance of play was much in favour of Cardiff up to the interval, after which Everton took command and proved the better side.
COCK’S DISALLOWED GOAL
So great was the City’s advantage in the early stages that a comparatively easy victory was expected. They gained the lead after nine minutes’ play, and their approach work of such a character as to fully merit reward, though it needed an opportunist like Len Davies to add the finishing touch. The score was made possibly by W. Davies, who cut in from the wing, swung a pass across to Evans, and from the latter’s centre Kendall was in difficulties. He failed to hold the ball, and LEN DAVIES promptly netted. Many equality clever movements served to bring out the fine qualities of Everton’s goalkeeper, and it was somewhat in the figure of a surprise when Chadwick gained an equalising goal five minutes from the interval. He had received a pass from Troup, and shooting on the run, had the ball in the netunfortunately unseen by Everton. The next goal came ten minutes from the end. Raitt conceded a corner, which J. Evans placed with his usual judgement, but Everton defended nobly, without being able to do more than beat down repeated shots. Eventually LEN DAVIES turned an opening and scored. The jubilation was intense, and in sheer jubilation Davies was pounced on by his colleagues and temporarily put out of action. The play in this half did not justify the City’s lead, and long before the finish Clennell and Nicholson were hopping about, each with an injured leg. Everton tried desperately hard, but they were thwarted by Farquharson, who saved brilliantly from Chadwick and Cock. Cock actually got the ball into the net on one occasion, and he was visibly piqued when the referee refused to allow the point for an infringement.
A LESSON IN SHOOTING
That the scoring was low was not attributed entirely to weakness in attack, though there were occasions when Everton gave a lesson to Cardiff in the value of direct shooting immediately fair range had been reached. There is still room for great improvement in Cardiff’s team. They are not up to last season’s standard. The chief weakness, though allowance must be made on the score of injury, was at inside right and inside left. Beadles and Clennell appeared to have gone all out in the first half. The wings were excellent, and Len Davies came into prominence as a leader. It was at half-back that the City excelled. Nicholson did well until he was injured, but Kennor and Hardy were outstanding. Blair has not regained his last season’s form. Everton were well balanced and forceful, though slow in settling down to their work. McBain had a moist trying time in attempting to hold Len Davies, yet he was the best half-back. Chedgzoy, following a shaky opening, became the most prominent forward, and he was well supported by Irvine. Cock was often a live wire, but lost many opportunities through over-zeal and bad judgement in getting offside. Raitt and Livingstone were reliable backs. Cardiff City.- Farquharson; Nelson, Blair; Nicholson, Keenor, Hardy; Davies (W.), Beadles, Davies (L.), Clennell, and Evans (J). Everton.- Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Referee; Mr. A.E. Caseley, Wolverhampton.

INTERNATIONAL GIANTS
Athletic News- Monday, October 20, 1924
PERFECT APOLLO
By Tityrus
As these “muckle lang deidly battles” between Scot and Sassenach generally took place on my birthday, or so near to that day of Jollity as to be a movable feast, I used to make every effort to see such sport. One day, about 18 months ago, when the Glasgow Rangers were celebrating their Jubilee, I went out to Gleneagles with ex-Bailie J. Buchanan, J.P., now chairman of the Ibrox clan, Will Struth, the manager, John McPherson, one the directors, and for ever known as “Kitey,” and W. Rogers Simpson, the secretary. My purpose was to try and play golf—in order to qualify myself for admission to a club called the Zulus. Never heard of it? I dare say not, but the Bailie played “the best ball” of the lot us, and he was like Tam, “o’er all the ills of life victorious ”—in spite of Kitey’s ” pawky wit. As the train was rolling along Kitey,” knowing I was quite mad on this matter of rivalry between the nations, solemnly remarked: I’ll just show ye the ground where the first international took place.” Then he said: Aye. mon, it’s there.” I took the bait and said “Where ?” ” Kitey ” answered; “Why, there, mon. That’s Bannockburn !” The party had the laugh of me, and I joined in their merriment. The joke at my expense was justifiable. We had a great day. I qualified most thoroughly, and was pronounced by ”Kitey,” as fine a forward as ever laced a boot, a huge success. The qualification necessary was to be a first-class duffer, and that I was beyond all doubt. It is better to have tried to play golf and failed than never to have tried at all. The Scot takes this match against England with as much seriousness as theelder of the kirk who used to go round and distribute the tokens to communicants for service on the Sabbath. If ye dinna ken what a communicant’s token is, I refer you to Johnny McDowall, the secretary of the Scottish Football Association, for he has a curious collection of these strange emblems of sanctity. As I was saying, the Scot is very serious on such occasions. I once sat in the Press box at glorious Hampden next to a Scottish journalist who became so excited that while he was writing his ”stuff” he kept muttering; “Bannockburn! Aye. Beef steaks and mutton chops. Tomaties ” (with the “a” short in pronunciation). He kept on repeating it. Ho was Auld Bauldie Carmichael-—and he was almost as entrancing as the match with such cryptic comments, and an occasional wave of his right hand towards ” the lumbs Rug’glen.” Aye, it was a great day, and one when England won. That made the Clutha sad and my friend exclaim;-- Bannockburn avenged !”
THE CONTRASTS OF ’NINETY-FIVE
Now I said something about my birthday. On one anniversary, in 1895, I went to Everton, to Goodison Park, to see the “fecht.” There was a party of us, and I was named for the day “Tommy Loates,” after the jockey; John James Bentley was Little John,” and the office cashier was “Mr. Pickwick,” owing to his resemblance to that distinguished person. Our enjoyment of our dinner at the Alexandra Hotel in Liverpool that night was increased by England’s victory, for the Saxons swept aside their foes like chaff before the wind. “Neilly ” Gibson, the father of the Gibson now assisting Newcastle United, had not quite matured, and Simpson, of Third Lanark, was slow; while Dan Royle was becoming passe. England had a glorious little-man half-back line with John Reynolds, that little devil “Daddy” Holt, and that classical master Needham, the Nudger, who would tackle a man if he was as big as a mountain. There were two amateurs in that English eleven. At right back L. V. Lodge, Cambridge University, conspicuous for his red hair, which denoted pluck. His courage was only equalled by his kicking. Forward, at inside left, between John Goodall and Steve Smith, was R. C. Gosling—an old Etonian, and the most aristocratic-looking man I ever saw in this game. The pluck of Lodge must have given out, for years after was missed one day, and after a long trail his body was found in a pond near Buxton: a sad mystery. Gosling, an Essex squire, died in his bed twenty-seven years later, and left a vast fortune indicated by six figures. Such are the contrasts of Life.
BLOOMER’S BOMBSHELLS.
This match lingers in my memory, because it was the first international match of one who was the very antithesis of Robert Cunliffe Gosling, the patrician. I refer to Stephen Bloomer, a pale-faced slip of a youth, who partnered a player as great as himself-“Billy” Bassett. Bloomer belied his ashen countenance, for this young man, a son the people, a type of the plebeian, as Gosling was of the patrician, showed himself worthy of his mentor, John Goodall, and of the man who introduced him to better class football—Mr. Arthur Kingscott, the honorary treasurer of the Football Association. Schemer and dribbler. Bloomer’s greatest claim to inclusion in a gallery of famous footballers nevertheless rests upon his shooting. Reference books tell that he scored 28 goals for England. No one that I know can equal that record. I saw his first goal against Scotland this match of 1895—all the three were scored in the last 20 minutes—and his last against the ancient foe at Newcastle 1907. In one match against Wales in 1896 he scored five times, and in 19o01 four goals against the Principality, but his eight goals in ten matches against the Scots were the Jewels of his career and the Joy of his life. It used to be said that Bloomer got his usual goal against Scotland and did nothing else. But what was that goal worth? He was a thorn in the side of the Scotsmen, for he either won or saved the match again and again. In these ten matches he was only twice on the losing side—in 1897, when John Bell was so great, and in 1900 when Bob McColl had his triumph. Bloomer’s patent oblique shots on the ground out of the reach the goalkeeper and his volleys were tremendous. I remember G. O. Smith telling me that he liked to have Bloomer by his side. “It was only necessary to say 'Steve, observed Smith, “and before his name had died my lips the ball was in the net.” His play for England was finer than for Derby County any other club—and that saying much. Many a goalkeeper has muttered: “ Oh, Steve, you changed your foot or you wouldn’t have beaten me that time. In one match I recall the goalkeeper had repeatedly stopped Bloomer’s shots, but at last Bloomer, exasperated, said; "Stop that, you devil!" And the custodian had to pick the ball out the net. The most dramatic goal I ever saw Bloomer score in those matches was when Scotland were at the Crystal Palace in 1901. It was a damp day, the ground was heavy, and ball was heavier. Ten minutes from the conclusion Scotland were leading by 2—l, and I had given up the game lost. The struggle was drawing to a close when I left my seat in the Press box and stood on a grassbank outside so as to get quickly away. Bloomer, who afterwards said that was nearly “ pumped out,” got the ball and saw a chance. He touched his reserves of strength, ploughed along over the mud, and steered the ball into the net. He said that this was the hardest job he ever did, and never was he so tired as at the end of that match. So the honour of England was saved. But one could write a book about Bloomer's international exploits.
THE DEBACLE OF PARKHEAD.
That victory of England in 1895 caused the introduction next year of the Anglo-Scot to the ranks of Scotland. England, with six amateurs in the Glasgow match, when Bloomer did not play, suffered their first defeat from the Caledonians since 1889. In 1898, when England had about their speediest set of forwards. Bloomer put on the book the second and third goals and won the match, England won every international match that season with ease, and registered three goals ineach of them. Those were happy days. Passing over 1899, when Harry Thickett was alleged to have played with miles of surgical bandaging round his ribs, I jump to 1900, when the Scots at Parkhead, Glasgow, won 4—1. This was memorable encounter, and a splendid success for a forward line, which consisted of John Bell, Bobby Walker, Bob McColl, John Campbell, and Alec Smith —every man master of his craft. These men, with Nicol Smith and Jock Drummond, who for the first time joined forces in a most resolute defence against the Old Country, were too able for the visiting team. While I give every credit to the Scots, one incident should never be overlooked. McColl scored in a minute, and within five Bobby Walker was bearing down on the goal. W. J. Oakley, the big Oxonian, fine and fast back, went to meet Walker. So did the goalkeeper, Jack Robinson. All three collided, and Oakley was knocked out —blood flowing from his nose and mouth. Now Oakley played throughout the match, but he did so automatically, for he was suffering from concussion, and the first remark he made when he was back in the dressing-room was:— “Who has won?” Stunned and half-unconscious, he did not know. Crabtree, the other back, was not quite sound in one knee, and yet he worked like a Hercules. Jack Robinson did not let England down in goal. That he never did. With weak half-backs and back who stood up when he should have retired, I thought that Robinson’s resistance was heroic. But that Scottish eleven was as good as any I ever saw.
ADVENT OF RAISBECK.

On that occasion there was a memorable appearance in the ranks of Scotland, for Alec Raisbeck made his debut as an International, he being at that time in the service of Liverpool. He was not then quite the great man that he became, although a fine player. It was in 1903 in his only match against Wales at Cardiff, when McCombie and Watson played with such vigour that the late Mr. J. H.McLaughlin, a great sportsman in the counsels of the Scottish F.A., was intensely annoyed with them, that Alec Raisbeck first greatly distinguished himself. This was a tremendous struggle on Cardiff Arms Park, the Rugby ground. Scotland won by a clever goal scored by Finlay Speedie, but the man of the match was Raisbeck, and I remember saying to the late Tom Watson at its close that I never saw Raisbeck play so magnificently for Liverpool. The secretary of the Anfield club agreed, but even that display was inferior to Raisbeck’s achievement against England at Hampden Park in 1906 when the Scots triumphed by 2—l in a tremendous encounter. On that day, April 7, the Scottish half-back line consisted of Andrew Aitken (‘‘The Dadler”), Raisbeck, and Peter McWilliam. I doubt if I ever saw a better set of middlemen—but most superb was Raisbeck. He was a superman. It was on this occasion that I pictured Raisbeck speaking with the vanity of Alec. Breck, and turning to his mates with the question that R.L. Stevenson puts into the mouth the outlaw that has rendered historic, when he said to David Balfour: “Am I no a bonny fechter?” The quotation suited the man, who was a picture of 5ft. 9in. and fully 12 ½ st; a fine and beautifully-balanced figure surmounted with a mass of flaxen hair which only served to throw into bold relief the tinge of colour in his checks. Raisbeck was essentially a good-looking fellow—handsome enough to win the hearts of the fair and to excite the admiration of anyone who has even the slightest conception of manly beauty allied with virility. He was one of seven lusty brothers, who were all colliers and save for Luke, who rose to the position of an overseer in a mine, they all became either soldiers or footballers. But a man of Raisbeck’s proportions, style, and carriage would rivet attention anywhere. On this occasion his play was wonderful. Good as he generally was in defence, he was supreme, but he was also the inspiration of the attack—and that was rather rate for him. His heading was wonderful and his placing extraordinary.  Never in my life have I seen a man play such a game at centre half-back as Raisbeck that day. I have said so before, and I not afraid to reiterate the truth. And with it all his fine figure and flaxen locks fascinated everybody. Only once was Raisbeck on the losing side against England, and that when Bloomer scored the only goal at Glasgow in 1904. Bloomer did nothing else, but he won that match. At night, after this historic display by Raisbeck in 1906, I was invited to the dinner table of the English eleven and sat next to James Ashcroft, then the goalkeeper of Woolwich Arsenal—and a good man, too.
THE HANDSOME BILL-INSPECTOR.
I said to Ashcroft; "Well, what did you think of Raisbeck to-day?” , He replied at once: never saw such play. I could not keep my eyes off him.” That was testimony from a foe. When a professional footballer has to admit that he could not keep hit eyes off Raisbeck, the reader can pardon my rhapsodical tribute. While Raisbeck was at Liverpool he received the full wages of a professional, but as the club felt that he was entitled to rather more than they were allowed to pay by football law it was current gossip that he was appointed bill-inspector, his duty being to visit all the publicity stations and see that the bill-stickers had done their duty by affixing the match placards. Raisbeck believed in dignity of honest labour, and I recall that he once said to me:— I have been a collier, and, maybe, I shall be again.” He was man I always had a liking for. When his club manager, Tom Watson, passed hence, he was laid to rest in the presence of a large company of football folks. The pall-bearers, on whose shoulders rested the coffin, included Alec Raisbeck and Maurice Parry, although all four were old players. I forget the other two, but Raisbeck and Party looked handsome even In the trappings and the suits of woe. At present Raisbeck, who has raised a family of fourteen children, is concerned in the management of Bristol City. He has not returned to the mine. A man who could play such a game of football deserves better than to spend his later days in the bowels of the earth. Can the reader imagine men more dissimilar in appearance than Raisbeck and Bloomer?  In ordinary attire the one looked an athlete and the other never suggested strength, swiftness of movement, and superb skill. Still, there is old saying that “Handsome is as handsome does." The man who "does” is good enough for me, but when Nature has been lavish, too, we recognise the perfect Apollo and cannot keep our eyes off him.

CARDIFF CITY OVERCOME DIFFICULTIES AND DEFEAT EVERTON
Western Mail - Monday 20 October 1924
CARDIFF CITY 2 (Len Davies 2) EVERTON 1 (Chadwick)
By Citizen.”
The game at Ninian Park produced a rare tussle, and some thrilling, oft times brilliant, football. In many respects this was about the best game we have seen in Cardiff this season. Neither side will have much to fear if they maintain the same standard, and certainly there was a lot in Saturday's play to justify the contention that their lowly positions in the table are not a true criterion of their real strength. The result was a very fair one. Towards the end Everton exerted tremendous pressure, and they might have got a goal on half a dozen occasions. But during this period they were playing against a disorganised side-both Clennell and Nicholson limping badly. Indeed, the former had to leave the field for a time, and when he did return could only hobble about at outside right. With one flank weakened to such an extent it was not surprising that Cardiff had to remain on the defensive, yet it was during this period they obtained the winning goal.
CITY'S FORWARD EXPERIMENT JUSTIFIED.
There were two distinct phases in this game. In the first half Cardiff absolutely outclassed their opponents. Afterwards Everton had more of the play, and then, following the injuries to Nicholson and Clennell, the visitors practically monopolised the attack. But weighing carefully all the incidents of the game I don't think it can be denied that Cardiff were just the better side, and deserved their victory. It was a good move, decided on just before the players left the dressing-room, to play Clennell at inside right and allow Beadles to partner Jack Evans. Clennell has proved to the past that he is equally as good on the right as on the left. On the other hand, Beadles as an inside right was quite an unknown quantity. The change was quite justified, and from the very commencement the Cardiff attack demonstrated a perfect understanding and real ability. For practically the whole of the first half the Everton defenders were' kept on the run. They had no rest, for the Citizens gave the ball plenty of air, used the wing men to the very best advantage,, and keptpegging away the whole time. To such an extent did they monopolise the game that they might have scored three or four times before the interval. That they did not cannot be put down to weakness. All the forwards showed a readiness to shoot at the slightest opportunity, and there were certainly no glaring cases of mistakes in front of goal. The scoring was opened after nine minutes, and Len Davies was responsible for the actual netting of the ball, but the forward line as a whole took part in the movement. The Everton custodian saved shots from all angles and at least three, a header from Beadles, a fine drive from Clennell, andanother from Len Davies, bordered on the sensational. In addition there were many "near" things, notably one superb swerving shot from Keenor which had the goalkeeper beaten all the way, but which flashed by just outside. So complete was Cardiff's mastery that it was a big surprise when Everton equalised five minutes from the interval through Chadwick, who, from the fringe of the penalty area, "hit" the ball with terrific force. Everton commenced the second half In very determined fashion, and the game became more exciting than ever. Nicholson and Clennell being injured, the visitors' attack had more opportunities, and the Cardiff defence was kept hard at it. Farquharson was often caller into action, and there was some very hot work in front of the goal. The man who stood out before others was Chedgzoy. He was the biggest menace to Cardiff, and it was the irony of fate that he missed the best chance Everton had. Twelve minutes from the end, when a draw seemed probable. Jack Evans forced a corner placed it perfectly, and during the ensuing goalmouth scramble Len Davies got his foot to the ball and sent it through a crowd of players into the net.
CITY COMING BACK TO FORM.
Cardiff showed that they are gradually coming back to their best form, and that their improvement at Nottingham was no mere flash In the pan. The attack was splendid in the first half, and even when it became disorganised some of their work was excellent. It says much for the spirit of the players that they were able to get the winning goal with two members of the side injured and unable to rise a gallop. Len Davies was a real leader; forceful, clever in keeping his wings going, and always ready to attempt a shot if there was a chance. W. Davies was equally as brilliant in his sphere, and Cardiff will surely never regret their bargain with Swansea. Clennell did remarkably well up to the time of his injury. It will be a thousand pities if he is kept out of the field, for he is regaining his best form rapidly. Jack Evans gave the lie direct to those who have been inclined to think his day was over. Beadles showed real cleverness at times—one attempt he made in the first half nearly succeeding. He seemed to fall away in the second half, however, although he gave the defence some valuable assistance. Of a clever and resourceful middle line Keenor was, perhaps, little better than his colleagues. A glutton for work, wholehearted in defence, and Judicious in attack. Keenor had a very happy day. Neither Nelson nor Blair made any serious errors, even under the hottest pressure, whilst Farquharson was positively brilliant in goal. The "gate" was the lowest of the season, there being only 20,000 present. Cardiff City: Farquharson; Nelson and Blair; Nicholson. Keenor, and Hardy; Davies (W.) Clennell, Davies (L.), Beadles, and Evans. Everton: Kendall; Raitt and Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, and Hart (Captain): Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Referee: Mr. A. Costley, Wolverhampton.

EVERTON DOWN AGAIN
Liverpool Echo - Monday 20 October 1924
By F.E.H
It is good the season is in its early stage or Everton would be frightened about their status. They played a large number of away games in the first month-five out of seven games-and they have time to pick up the threads of victory. May it be soon. Read what happened at Cardiff.
It is always a thankless task to undertake the role of apologist. On this occasion I have no intention of attempting to do so. Everton are certainly “down on their luck”-but it is largely their own fault. When a line of forwards fritters away chance after chance, the opposing backs cannot possibly be blamed for keeping them at arms length. At Cardiff on Saturday, the City team was distinctly fortunate in bagging both points, for they were certainly not a better side than the men from Merseyside. But they made much more of their opportunities, and when Len Davies in the early stages of the battle profited by a blunder on the part of Kendall, their confidence was consolidated. It was rather shaken, to be sure, when Chadwick equalised with a wonderful drive as he took the ball on the run; and in the second period, where Everton showed marked improvement, it became more than once a little “rocky.” Assertiveness, however, was resumed when Len Davies found the target for the second time; and though Everton rallied in the last few minutes and actually netted the ball, the point was ruled offside. I am assured that the referee’s decision was the correct one, but it seemed a very near thing -and what a difference it made! Everton’s defensive work was patchy, though both McBain and Hart played well. The forwards were ragged in their combination, and threw away dozens of openings which should have proved profitable. In the home ranks Clennell-who looks much older than of yore-put in a lot of pushful work for which he paid the penalty, he was “crocked” before the match was over, and had to leave the field. Beadles, who is putting on avoirdupois, did some good work, though he threw two chances away when particularly well placed. In the half-back line Keenor and Hardy played finely vigorous football. Still, Everton should have made a draw of it!

INTERNATIONAL CHANGES
Liverpool Echo - Tuesday 21 October 1924
GRAND EXPOSITION LIKELY FROM ENGLAND & IRELAND
Bee’s Notes
We are going to be busy with our think-tanks this week. We are thinking hard of elections and Imperial matters. In the sports world we are thinking earnestly about England’s chance against Ireland’s strong team and we are wondering what will happen when the New York giants and the Chicago Sox get busy with their baseball venture at the same ground on Thursday. It is a well-stocked week of sport and to-morrow’s engagement is one that will create a special appeal to local football folk, because it seems a long time since we saw an international game in our midst and the sides chosen have been framed in such a way that it seems a certainly that Ireland will give England a run for her money. The Irishmen have had our sympathies in the past, for they have drawn from a shred of teams and have generally figured near the foot of the international ladder. Times have changed. The Irish side beat England last season and others “went and did likewise.” Much will depend upon to-morrow’s result at Goodison Park as to whether England makes sweeping changes for future internationals. Many have expressed astonishment that there should be certain names included and other folk have found more astonishment that certain names have been left out. It was ever thus with an international match. Tomorrow therefore is the testing time for a large number of star men. The English changes have been in defence. Ted Taylor has had to drop out and Lucas, also a local man, has been unable to play for the second time in his international career-rank bad fortune. On the question of Lucas, I have been startled once again by a London scribe who at the week-end went to much trouble to give the following opinion;-
  “Why on earth is Lucas given another chance of proving that he has ever been worthy of being regarded as the best man for right back? I do not wish to state that Lucas is a poor player; but I do state, here and now, that he is not the best who could have been chosen as partner to our best back, Wadsworth, Longworth with all his long years of service behind him, would be my choice before Lucas, and Liverpool people should know that. If Tom Clay, of Tottenham, were not injured it would be almost an insult to him to pick the right back that the F.A Selection Committee have picked. Let me repeat that Lucas is good but the fact remains that he is not always good enough for the Liverpool team. Clay is always good enough for the Hotspur; Smart is always good enough for the Villa; Goodall cannot be kept out of the Huddersfield team; Ashurst has never been dropped from the Notts County side, because it was not good enough; Cresswell’s absence would be a loss to Sunderland; Smith, of West Bromwich, is a back that no club would leave out of their side without great reluctance; Finney, of Bolton, would be a credit to any club team or an international side, and yet Lucas is chosen for England.”
EXPLAINED IN ONE WORD
Tush, my good fellow; tush! If you don’t know the facts, why not inquire? Every Liverpool man knows the position. Lucas has never been in doubt about his place, and his absences were not due to his failure in play but to injuries or illness of his wife. Such a criticism is unfair, not only to Lucas but also to Longworth. Anyone who knows the state of affairs between these two men can afford to laugh at such nonsensical statements. Lucas, with but one solitary exception, has been playing very fine football this season, and is well worth his cap. Fortunately for us, Cresswell is know to be a good one, and there fore the absence of Lucas will not affect the charm of the match. Undoubtedly Wadsworth and Cresswell would get the vote from most people, but for the habit Cresswell has of holding off in the matter of sting. He appears to be playing in that easy manner that leads critics to suggest that the English players don’t care whether they “cap it” or otherwise. But Cresswell is an artist of the first water, and the greatest game he has ever played was that where he and Wadworth figured up against the Scottish folk last season at Ibrox. I am glad I did not miss that exhibition.
IRELAND’S STARS
Ireland will be a very rousing side. There is Bill Lacey back at his old haunts, which he joined when he was bit seventeen years old; Irvine is on his own doorstep. Gallagher, of Celtic, is a star number. Gillespie was seen in our city last week-end, and Chatton, the big Patrick boy, is sure to have a big following by scouts and other spectators. Ireland has rarely offered such an attractive eleven, and England will be severely tested by such a combination of brains, subtlety, and sharp shooting. In fact, I must confess that I fancy the opposition side is likely to create a lot of trouble to the solid English defence. Let us hope it keeps fine for them. Teams;-
England;- F.J. Mitchell (Manchester City); Cresswell (Sunderland), Wadsworth (Huddersfield); Kean (Wednesday), Healless (Blackburn), Barton (Birmingham); Chedgzoy (Everton), Kelly (Burnley), Bedford (Blackpool), Walker (Aston Villa), Tunstall (Sheffield United).
Ireland.- Farquharson (Cardiff); Manderson (Glasgow Rangers), Kennedy (Arsenal); Chatton (Patrick Thistle), O’Brien (Hull), Irving (Dundee); Lacey (New Brighton), Gallagher (Celtic), Irvine (Everton), Gillespie (Sheffield United), Toner (Arsenal).

EVERTON UNCHANGED.
October 22, 1924. The Daily Courier.
Everton are away again on Saturday, this time to Nottingham Forest. The directors have decided upon the same side that went under unlucky to Cardiff City, that is Kendall, Raitt and Livingstone; Peacock, McBain and Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. On what I have seen of both Everton and Nottingham Forest this season, I vote solidly for the Blues.
Meanwhile the first of the season's Internationals will be held at Goodison Park this afternoon, the kick off being timed for 3 o'clock. One time the meeting of England and Ireland was looked upon as a joy ride but of recent years the Irishmen have shown it to be otherwise and last season they gave the English team selectors something to ponder over. It seems strange to find Lacey (Now New Brighton) operating on the Everton ground where he first donned a blue jersey some seventeen years ago; while Irvine who leads the Irish attack, may do sufficiently well as to solve a problem for the Goodison Park club.

EVERTON DECIDE TO MAKE NO CHANGES
Liverpool Echo - Wednesday 22 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
EVERTON UNCHANGED
Everton are making no change in the team to play against Notts Forest on Saturday, and the side narrowly beaten at Cardiff will appear at Nottingham, namely; Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup.
There should be a good game between Everton Reserves and Derby County Reserves, at Goodison Park, on Saturday, when the Everton team will be;-
Jones; Glover, Kerr; Gray, Reid, Virr; Parry, Hargreaves, Bain, Williams and Forbes.
OLD-TIME LORE
R.W.H writes;- Boyle scored the last goal in the famous Sunderland match. I don’t recollect the first, but have no doubt about the second. Boyle was noted for lobbing the ball into goal, for the forwards to score, or attempt to score. My belief is that he aimed at doing so, and not at actually scoring himself. Meehan jumped, and half insighted Doig, who also jumped too soon, and was dropping as the ball sailed in. Doig slanged Meehan pretty well. I was behind the goal.

ENGLAND v  IRELAND
Liverpool Echo - Wednesday 22 October 1924
KELLY AND BEDFORD SCORE FOR ENGLAND
IRELAND’S POOR FINISH
ENGLAND AND Ireland met at Goodison Park to-day. England had to face the sun in the first half, and the rays were very awkward. Referee Craigmyle, of Scotland, was one of twenty-three live men on the field, and the spectators to the number of well-nigh 30,000 were very enthusiastic about play and players, even though the opening was dull. Ireland showed the better football in the early stages, and they had method in their combination. Gillespie, like Lacey, was a downy schemer, and neither seemed to know how to make a false pass or one of the turf. Manderson and Kennedy came in for applause on the score of good tackling, and Kelly, with a side-step, roused the crowd into a good mood, and Gillespie did ditto with an equally cute idea. The best thing of the match so far was Wadsworth’s recovery after he had misheaded a ball. He not only cleared his lines, but refusing to make blind punts, he swerved round his opponent and pushed the ball up to Tunstall. Patsy Gallagher was a bundle of tricks and a fund of amusement, and Kelly was having little chance up to now. Once he swerved to beat a back, but slipped and shot outside. It seemed an easy chance of a goal, but the real truth was that the top turf was very slippery, and was not half so secure as it looked.
ENGLAND FIRST
Although Ireland had the better of matters, England got the opening goal. This was in thirteen minutes, and it was an unlucky period for the visitors. It happened in a very simple manner. Chedgzoy centred, Kelly headed, and Farquharson scooped, or rather, intended to scoop the ball, but did not get a hand to it. In fact, I should say (writes “Bee”) that he was at fault, even admitting that he was awkwardly placed, when Kelly had a chance. Half a minute later, Chedgzoy, receiving the ball from the outside left, headed a terrific shot when three yards out of goal, and Farquharson made a thoroughly good save by getting both hands to the ball, which he turned over the bar for a corner. Thus he redeemed himself for what had gone before.
A HAMPTON MEMORY
Irvine schemed finely for Gillespie, whose first-time shot went astray, then Bedford was over from a fine centre by Tunstall. As a matter of fact, Bedford charged Farquharson right into the back of the net, thus recalling Hampton’s goal against Scotland at Chelsea. Gillespie hindered the defence when he tried to help them by rather too close methods, and Walker got well up to a cross-pass by Kelly, to which Farquharson had to come out of goal and hand-tackle.
IRELAND’S POOR FINISHING
Manderson, in his enthusiasm, went right amongst the forwards and made a shot that passed just over the mark, and Ireland’s best reply so far was a shot by Gillespie that Mitchell saved at the corner of the post. Ireland were not good finishers, otherwise they would have been on level terms. Even so, England had improved after the first quarter of an hour. Cresswell saved Mitchell when a free kick was taken by O’Brien, the Sunderland man having gone on the goalline and Mitchell being unsighted. Ireland had a good innings after this, and Chatton went quite near with a shot. Walker replied “all of a moment” -a brilliant drive, which Farquharson got down to and put away.
GOOD FOOTBALL
It was good, fast football, with Ireland just a degree out of luck and greatly to blame in their finishing power. Patsy Gallacher filled the eye, and Lacey was a well-worked man. Close on half-time Walker was practically through, but Farquharson smothered the ball for a corner.
Half-time;- England 1, Ireland 0.
In the second half, Gallagher once more roved too freely. It was natural, therefore, that Irvine should have a poor day. Ireland were very energetic, yet Mitchell up to the best part of an hour had but one shot to deal with. This was sufficient evidence of condemnation the Irish attack in front of goal, even allowing for the steadfastness of Wadsworth and Cresswell. Walker was always a trouble when he got near goal, but he was probably surprised by a chance that came his way when he was not ready for it. Kean was poor, and if Ireland had a better outside left Gillespie’s work would have counted for something. No full-back did better than Manderson.
A SECOND GOAL
Healless, without demonstration or advertisement, served up some real splendid passes, and it was one of these that he gave to Chedgzoy that opened the way to Kelly and at the hour let in Bedford to score from a pass by the Burnley man. Thus England were two up, and Ireland could count themselves not only unfortunate but also culpable. Ireland had run themselves out through their impetuous methods, and although Mitchell punched out twice, he was never in serious danger until he juggled with the ball and was tripped up. Ireland had played well till they reached a goal-getting point. That summarises thew whole game.

FAMOUS OLD-TIMERS
October 23, 1924. The Liverpool Football Echo
Scotsmen who Used To Come Down From The Hills and Evertonians Who Went Up
Before the League matches had absorbed every available Saturday and Holiday fixture date, Everton and later Liverpool, made a feature each season of arranging friendly matches with some of the foremost Scottish clubs, and home-and home fixtures with Queen's Park, Celtic, and Rangers took place in rotation almost every season. With the extension of the English and Scottish Leagues, however and the increasing importance of national Cup ties to the financial outlook of all first class clubs, the fixtures were gradually relegated to midweek date and so lost a lot of their interest. Another and more deciding factor in gradually extinguishing the public interest in these attractive exhibition matches was the fact that valuable players were too precious to risk in these mid-week “friendlys” matches. It was, and is, notorious that “friendlys” games are frequently sources of several injuries and a club with an onerous League match or Cup tie in view would not risk their “stars” performers being damaged. The public, too, had their objections. If a match were staged with an attractive club, they had a right to expect the best team of that club to take the field, and they were prompt to realize that a team composed of three or four good reputable manes, with a filling up of seven or eight reserve or unknown players, was not fair value. If the matches gradually dwindled in interest and in gate drawing capacity and them very naturally came along at long and longer intervals until now -! Well, how many Liverpool men under say, forty have ever seen Queen's Park, or Celtic, or Rangers play? Or Third Lanark, Dumbarton, or the “Hibs”?
Still, they were capacious days for football when they did come down, and they brought bonnie football and welcome and honoured friendships. Queen's Park, being attract amateur in those days, played a stylish game, full of the finer art of the Scottish school, and their players were clean and galliant exponents. Waddell, Arnott, Berry, Christie, Guilland, Lambie, “R.S” McColl, Sillars, Smelle, and Tom Robertson were names to conjure with; and their visits to the Mersey clubs always included a convivial mean before or after the match and an exchange of hospitalities between officials and players. The Celtic club, too, were prime favourities in Anfield and Everton and the names and personalities were as well known here as at Parkhead. What memorizes some of their old names recall” “Sandy” McMahon or “the Duke” as the Celtic people nickname him; prince of dribblers and the “handiest” header of the ball Scotland ever produced. Johnny Divers, the marvelously clever forward, who, like his club man, his “Barney” Battles, afterwards migrated to Goodison Park. It was the same “Barney Battles” who as we told is a fierce fought so valiantly with Jack Bell in the Everton team in the famous cup final against Aston Villa at Crystal Palace. And who that ever saw the Celtic team of those days can forget the incomparable “Jimmy” Kelly at centre –half? He afterwards went into public life in his native Glasgow and held the most honorable positions in city life his fellow citizens could award him, including the chairmanship of the Glasgow Education Committee. Willie Maley's of the brilliant Celtic team that won every honour that Scotland had to offer, including Cup League and Charity Cups glory “Willie” Maley afterwards became secretary-manager of the club on the termination of his playing career, as did his brother Tom Maley, for English teams, Blessingly, Campbell, Dan McArthur, Dan Doyle, and Johnny Madden are other Celtic productions. The camaraderie of those players was fine, both on and off the field. On their formative practice, of that day, and as a team they were irresistible and in the social sense as we have indicated they were prime favourites whenever they went. Every men in the team was an entertainer in himself and a rail journey or a smoker with the Celtic boys was an experience not to be lightly forgotten. Then the Rangers too, were a great side for football and conviviality wherever they went. Genial “Willie” Wilton most lovable of souls, was their secretary in those days and though, like Mr. Cuff, of Everton fame, practicing as Solicitor, and conducting an intensive and lucrative practice, he found time and inclination to serve the higher interests of the game and his own club at all times, despite his onerous professional duties. In Scottish football legislative councils no higher authority could be found, his wise foresight and prudent counsels helping to found and preserve the best interests of Scottish sport, and football in particular. Mr. Wilton's untimely death in a boating accident while on holiday a few years later, cast a gloom over the whole season in Scotland, and robbed the game of one of its most brilliant architects and the Rangers Club of their greatest ascot. Of the players individually of the Rangers a whole chapter would but skim the record. Neil Gibson, Drummond, McPherson, Mitchell, A. Smith, Hamilton, Stark, and Speedie, are familiar names even yet. Among the football visitors to Glasgow in those days the directors and officials of both Everton and Liverpool were always assured of the warmest welcome. Although the main object of their wandering in the far North were thoroughly understood –and frequently checkmated –among the officials and players of each club there were warm friendships and the best of good feeling. Sure enough the slight of an Everton or Liverpool face in Sauchiehall-street would set the telephone bells ring and keep the club trainer on tenterhooks for a few days, watching his pigeon cote; yet the evening would find players or officials foregathering in the foyer of the theatres or in the hotel smoking rooms, exchanging experiences of yarns as if the poaching of players was the last thought in any of their minds. It was a favourite joke about one of the Everton directorate of those days, who held a foremost place in the English coal mining industry, that his frequent visits to Scotland were caused –in the interests of his business, of course, -to inspect and purchase coal wagons for his colliery!
One of the first salutes he would receive would be an intimation –with a twinkling eye –that there were some good coal wagons for sale “down Cambusing way” This would no doubt have reference to some player of the Cambuslang village club, who was thought to be contemplating an English “offer” More than once the English visitors would spend a whole evening with their Scottish hosts at either threat or hotel, to throw them off the scent, and then, at eleven or twelve at night, often seeing them depart for home from the hotel, would the charter a four wheeler or “handsome” –there were no taxis in those days –and drive ten or fifteen miles into the country to knock up some player of a mining village team, and discuss terms, and perhaps attach his signature to the necessary professional form. Football directorship was then, as no, an arduous and exacting task master.
Once an Everton director who with the club secretary had ventured in the midnight hours into a little village by the Clyde for such a purpose was unlucky enough to be “spotted” by a prowling constable, who, knowing the player's house, “had his suspicious” as to the object of the midnight visitors. He straightaway hied himself to the house of the club trainer close to, and knocking him up imparted his suspicious. They in turn knocked up a few valiant “supporters” and all returned to the “close” wherein the Everton officials had just completed their deal and signed their man. Angry words ensued, for the player concerned was a lad of promise who eventually became an international, and the two Everton men had to run for it, to where they had left their cab on the outskirts of the village. They were only just in time to climb in, while the frightened. “jarvey,” whipping up his horse set off at speed for Glasgow and safety. Some of the fleetest of the pursuers were only flasuaded from climbing in through the cab window by the happy thought of the Everton directors presenting his empty pipe case – revolver style, -at the intruder's head, and threatening to “blow his brains” out.
Another of those poaching experiences records how an Everton official was spoofed in “signing-on” a one-legged player as a goalkeeper –not seeing the wooden leg until the signed player rose from the table after “signing” and receiving the bounty money! But that is a story that has been told often enough, and has only one qualification –and it happens to be true.
Divers and McMahon of the Celtic club, of whom we have spoken, were rare humorists in themselves and excellent entertainment “The Duke” excelled as a singer and storyteller, while Driver was a step-dancer of outstanding ability. The bee Hotel in Liverpool was in those days a favouritie headquarters of the Scottish clubs touring Lancashire as was the Old Boar's Head in Manchester and the annual visits of those favourite clubs and players was an occasion eagerly looked forward to and enjoyed alike by both players and officials. Good humour and good fellowship abounded in the pleasant hours and meals that usually followed the scathes until the hour came for the midnight journey back “north” and the final “Auld Lang Syne.”

ENGLAND V IRELAND AT GOODISON.
October 23, 1924. The Daily Courier.
England beat Ireland at Goodison Park yesterday, in front of 30,000 spectators, by three goals to one. Sam Chedgzoy centred for the first goal after 13 minutes. Robert Irvine played centre for Ireland.

THE GREAT NEED
Liverpool Echo - Thursday 23 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
“True Blue” writes;- Having been a staunch supporter of the Everton team for some considerable time, I am becoming uneasy as to the fruitless, yet pretty methods adopted by the team, and think that the time is now ripe to instil in the players the need for first-time shots. Pattern-weaving is very nice to watch, but wat is the result? The team is in a groove and cannot get out of it. The only remedy lies in the training, and not concentrating too much on the short passing game.

THE REAL BASEBALL
Liverpool Echo - Thursday 23 October 1924
GIANTS v.  WHITE SOX AT GOODISON PARK
A SHIELD FOR THE UMPIRE
GIANTS GAIN THE LEAD BUT SOX SOON RECOVER
THE New York Giants and the Chicago White Sox started what may be termed the serious part of their second missionary enterprise at Goodison Park this afternoon. In the minds of those accountable for the expedition the paramount idea is that of “spreading the light” of showing the European barbarian what it is that stirs the American blood so amazingly and what, incidentally, of course, brings the shekels in as from a golden waterfall. They recognise that they have left the golden land behind them for a time, but hope that after the bare expenses of the trip have been met there may be a little left over for charitable dispensation. Whatever the Treasury may show at the end of the game the weather at any rate was golden. So eager were the ball players to get upon the sward again that they invaded the field nearly an hour before the tome of knocking off. The Giants were in a loose fitting attire, grey striped, while the White Sox had a deep red loose coat and white pants. Loose-limbed athletes in every sense of the term, they gave the gathering spectators a glimpse of batting with their formidable pat sticks, and a dexterous manipulation of the ball from hand to hand as if measuring distances. When the game started the White Sox had discarded their red coats, and appeared all in white. It seems to be the practice of the home team to play in white, and Chicago were considered to be the home team of the day. The game aroused enormous interest and astonishment, the umpire, with his shield, looking as though he were about to enter the depths of the earth. Some idea of the strength of the hitters can be gauged by a smack from the top end of Bullens-road landing on the roof of the grand stand at Goodison-road, the nameplate of the Everton club being in danger of being smashed. To the average spectator the hitting, the fielding, running, and the appearance of the umpire and coach were all engrossing. Double play, or, in ordinary English, two out at once, aroused special applause, and the ball that was slashed sent the crowd scattering out of danger.
CAMM-ING HOME
The White Sox went in first, the battery being formed by Jonnard (pitcher) and Gowdy (catcher). Frisch got to two, and Camm, a $100,000 man, with a terrific drive over the grand stand, got to second, bringing two men. Camm’s drives out into the outfield reached second base, and a sliced ball from his successor brought him home-three runs first stanza. The Giants played with more devil-may-care spirit, but Groh was the only batter to get round before a quick determination. Robinson was at two when Bancroft struck merrily into the right field, and brought him home, four runs to one.

RAPID FIRE
A brilliant double play at second and first base brought the Giants’ second turn to as speedy end. Flaks drove into the right field, but trying a steal a second became enmeshed. The volleying was deadly accurate. Not a moment was lost with the ball out of bounds, for the umpire behind the plate had another ready to hand. Four balls were frequent, and the ball plunged into the stands as from a catapult, Jonnard’s pitching was a revelation. It described a bee-line, and the batters could not get a swinging strike. a great drive over the stands by Jackson brought him to the second base, though in a more spacious field it would have been a “homer.”
GIVING ‘EM SOX
He stole to third, and was brought home by a shot into the centre outfield. A left field slip allowed Wright to reach second easily, then from a short hit he got to third and failed to reach home. A two-base his brought Meusel to second, and a fault allowed him to get home. Frisch got home by a sacrificed fly, and Young scored the third run of the innings by a game hustle. Thus the Giants had turned the tables and led by five runs to four. Playing with great determination, Morehart and Ruel got round without loss. Foreman was sacrificed, and then the Giants went to pieces. Mostill and Wright got home, and the Sox resumed the ascendancy. Again the Giants went to pieces, and the White Sox, in the seventh innings, came home in rapid succession for 8 runs. The later play was of a free-and-easy nature. Result; White Sox 16 runs, Giants 11.

BASEBALL AT GOODISON.
OCTOBER 24 1924. The Daily Courier.
White Sox Beat New York Giants 16-11 at Goodison Park yesterday.

EVERTON AT NOTTINGHAM
Liverpool Echo - Friday 24 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
Everton go to Nottingham to face the Forest and I honestly believe they will beat the Forest. This may sound an absurd optimism in a side that has lost a lot of games recently at home, but there seemed to be a turning point last week, when the other members of the side, other than the goalkeeper, played good stuff, and gave Cardiff a rare run for their money. The decision of the Everton board to make no changes from the side that was beaten, has been hotly debated in many parts. But what could they have done? Play another goalkeeper, say you? But the other goalkeeper has been suffering in the way Kendall has. It is only a question of degrees. I was sorry that Kendall was dropped out for even one match because I believe him to be a splendid goalkeeper, who wants experience and some semblance of trust from his backs. He has taken a long time to recovery from his slip at Leeds. Perhaps if the full-backs will excuse him “just this once or twice,” and refuse to pass back, Kendall will feel more comfortable, and will do better. Forest are not a good side, but in Walker and Flood they have two bonny fetchers, and shooters. Even so I am content to believe that Everton’s all-round ability will be too much for them. Everton; Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup.

EVERTON IN SEARCH OF LEAGUE POINTS.
October 25, 1924. The Daily Courier.
A BRIGHT CHANCE OF GATHERING TWO.
Everton, in view of the misfortune that has so far attended the team, decided to give the players every opportunity of taking the field in the best possible conditions. Accordingly the team travelled to Nottingham yesterday afternoon. The side will be the same as that which went under to Cardiff City, somewhat unluckily it was though by many, and in view of that the directors have acted wisely in keeping the same combination. Nottingham Forest are by no means a great side, though Sam Hardy, if somewhat slow in getting down to the ground, can still “keep” with the best of them, and this is one department in which the Nottingham club are well served. Sam, however, is unable to play today, his place being taken by Bennet. The Forest showed greatly improved form by disposing of West Ham United, and are hoping to keep up the sequence this afternoon. Everton have already had experience of Nottingham, for the County club beat them a week or two back. On paper the Blues seem capable of wiping out that defeat. Teams:- Nottingham Forest: - Bennet; Thompson, and Barrett; Shelton, Morgan, and Wallace; Gibson, Flood, Walker, Morris, and Martin. Everton: - Kendall; Raitt, and Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, and Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup.

FOREST AND EVERTON.
Nottingham Evening Post - Saturday 25 October 1924
OLD RIVALS ON THE CITY GROUND.
BAD WEATHER AFFECTS GATE.
At home for the second Saturday in succession, Nottingham Forest had Everton as visitors at the City Ground, and attractive match in prospect. The Reds decided make no change in the side that defeated West Ham, and Everton were also unaltered. Nottingham Forest.—Bennett ; Thompson, Barratt; Belton, Morgan; Gibson, Flood, Walker, Morris, and Martin. Everton. Kendall: Raitt,Livingstone.; Peacock, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Referee: E. Farrar, Leeds. The disagreeable weather kept the attendance down, and there were about 8,000 spectators present when Walker started in the direction of Bridgford. A beautiful pass by Morris placed Flood well, and the inside man forged ahead but Kendall came out and fielded the ball while Livingstone challenged the Forester. Forest were soon busy again, and the inside men were all dangerous but the Everton defence concentrated and a run on the Everton left brought Bennett out to clear a swift centre. Everton took the lead after five minutes play. The ball came across from the right and TROUP tricking Belton and Thompson put in a high shot which went over Bennett's hands into the net. The home side made' strenuous attempts and Flood and Gibson combined well only for Hart to intercept. There was plenty of excitement at both ends and the spectators were kept at high tension. Walker was nearly through but Raitt forestalled him, and gave a corner from which the Reds attacked vigorously. Livingstone and Hart kicked well and Everton took up the attack for Chedgzoy to shoot and beat Bennett, who had come out of his goal but Thompson, who had dropped back, kicked out, and saved an apparently certain goal.
Troublesome Toffee Men.
Bennett saved from and Chedgzoy, and then Wallace gave his side welcome relief, a run by Martin carrying the left-winger past Peacock, but his centre was cleared by McBain, and another run by the visitors was foiled close to the goal by Flood, who had fallen back when the defence were in a tight corner. Morris shot past, and a big kick by Barratt accounted for another attempt to get through on the part of Chedgzoy and Irvine.

EVERTON’S GAME
The Liverpool Football Echo -Saturday, October 25, 1924
NOTTINGHAM FOREST CHASE AFTER POINTS
NO CHANGES IN EITEHR SIDE
F.E.H. TELLS OF MUCH STRIVING IN THE AWAY GAME
Nottingham Forest like Everton have had a bad time this season but strangely enough the election off “No change,” was the order of both sides’ team-sheets when the Forest welcomed the Goodison side. Everton; Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup. Nottingham Forest; Bennett; Thompson, Barratt; Belton, Morgan, Wallace; Gibson, Flood, Walker, Morris, Martin. Referee Mr. H. Farrar, of Leeds. The weather was dismal in the extreme. This of course, had a bad effect upon the “gate” and there was not more than 8,000 present when the ball was started on its course.
PRESSING THE FOREST
The light was very bad when operations began. Hart won the toss, but there was no advantage, there being no breeze. The Forest went off immediately in combined order, and Livingstone let Walker in, but the latter was intercepted. Everton replied in spirited fashion, and after Chedgzoy had been checked Cock got through and delivered a beautiful drive which passed just wide of the post.
TROUP SCORES ON HIS OWN.
Play having settled down we now saw some very pretty footwork in which both sides showed skill, the half back play being particularly good. Everton gradually made ground through putting some ginger into their work. This was crowned by success through a fine individual effort on the part of Troup. The little winger travelled along like greased lightning, and evading both Belton and Thompson, he finished with a fast rising shot which entered the net just beneath the bar. A great goal!! The pace now became considerably faster and Livingstone was again hesitating when he let Gibson and Flood in, but the latter’s shot went wide. The Forest then attacked strongly on the left and Morris was given a clear opening when he missed at close range.
THE EVERTON GREYHOUND
The next thrill was a breakaway by Chedgzoy, who displayed greater speed than ever, and finished with a regular daisy-cutter which Bennett scooped away at the cost of a corner. The visitors were now monopolising play, and another corner was forced on the left. This was admirably placed by Troup, and from the subsequent struggle in the home goalmouth Irvine shot into the ‘keeper’s arms. At the other end the Forest were busy on both wings, and Flood might have beaten Kendall if the offside rule had not been applied.
INTELLIGENT ANTICIPATION
A moment later Morris sailed along in gay vein, and he finished with a shot which was only a foot wrong in accuracy. Everton replied through the half backs, and Cock getting possession raced through in formidable fashion, and he sent in a terrific shot, but Bennett showed a fine sense of anticipation, for he ran out and breasted the flying leather away. This was a very near thing, and certainly lucky for the Forest. Everton continued to show clever football, and once Chadwick looked all over a scorer when Thompson intervened, at the expense of being bowled over. Although the visitors were showing superiority in their combination and footwork, the Forest forwards were spasmodically aggressive. Both Flood and Morris got in shots which shook the Everton defence. Another flash along the wing by Troup resulted in a corner, and this led to a heavy bombardment, but the ball was eventually put wide. Irvine tried to mend matters with a solo effort, but he put the leather too far forward and a promising chance was lost. Then followed more strenuous work in midfield, in which the Everton line distinguished themselves, and when Gibson twice got away on the wing he finished badly. Martin came into the picture with a long oblique shot, but the whistle went for offside when Walker attempted to complete the movement.
NOTTS ‘KEEPER BESET
Just on half-time Irvine had a prospective attempt at goal-getting, but he put the ball just wide of the post. At the other end Morris’ effort sailed over the bar. Everton replied through Cock, who put in a low shot that was safely gathered by the home ‘keeper. Taking the first half generally, Everton had shown much cleverer football than their opponents, their footwork was dazzling at times, and I am glad to chronicle the fact that the forwards put much more dash and vigour into their play than had been the case recently. The defence, too, was commendably sound.
Half-time; Notts Forest 0 Everton 1
EVERTON’S RECOVERY
DAZZLING FOOTWORK AT THE FOREST
TROUP’S GREAT GOAL
FIRST VICTORY AWAY OBTAINED TO-DAY
There were 10,000 people present when the play resumed with a rather better light, though it was still misty. Everton were the first through. Troup getting off the mark in capital style, but he was stopped by Thompson, and when Chadwick came along at a much greater pace than I have seen him show this season, he finished by over running the ball.
OFFSIDE GOAL
The Forest replied through Morgan, who passed out to his forwards judiciously, but the Forest were still most erratic in their finishing. Martin moved along at top speed, and passed to Flood, who fastened on the ball and beat Kendall at short range, but the referee promptly ruled the player offside. Martin moved along at top speed, and passed to Flood, who fastened on the ball and beat Kendall at short range, but the referee promptly ruled player offside.
SPEEDING THE PACE
It was not long before Everton were busy and Cock, still showing greatly improved tactics, sent in a fast one that was very well fielded. There were several exchanges in midfield in which McBain and Walker participated, and the Forest tried hard to equalise, there was a general speeding up in both camps. Following on a free kick the Everton goal experienced a marvellous escape, for the Forest forwards tried to swamp Kendall, who eventually cleared a lovely shot from Gibson. The home attack by this time had developed in a marked degree, and for quite a lengthy period Everton were kept mainly on the defensive.
THE REFEREE SPEAKS
Walker and his wingmen slipshod in their work and Peacock was spoken to by the referee., thought was an accidental foul and the game rattled along with the balance of power still in favour of Everton. Irvine was too slow to profit by a nice opening, and Chedgzoy, from the corner flag, drove the ball just wide. In the closing stages Gibson missed an open goal while Kendall was lying on the ground. Walker next missed a chance, and following a free kick taken by Morgan, the Forest claimed a penalty, but it was not allowed. Final; Notts Forest 0, Everton 1

AT EVERTON GROUND MAKE MERRY WITH “GIANTS” AND “SOX”
Liverpool Echo - Saturday 25 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
We had had a week full of thrilling sport. The international was enjoyable football, and had points of debate at many angles. I have dealt with the international pretty fully, and this is my first chance of telling the host of U.S.A readers how very enjoyable was the baseball game at Goodison Park between the Giants of New York and the Chicago Sox. First of all one must put on record the impression found around the ground. I said to their manager when the balls were flying into Gwladys-street and Bullen’s-road. “How many balls did you bring over.” The answer was, “Oh, we bring hampers full.” And they needed them on the short-pitch at Goodison Park. The average football spectator was hard put to reckon the scores, and the coach, whom I likened to a Dickens character and christened him “Jovial Monk,” was very kind in his instruction and chaff to spectators. But the spectators also struck a rich vein of humour. Thus when one man duffed his pick up the wrath of one spectator led him to shout “Second team for you, you big stiff on Saturday.” Then there was anxious inquiry every other five minutes from one man who wanted to know if the Sox had reached their century yet, while another man asked for the score “as he had got the Chicago side in the sweep.” So the good fun went on. But, seriously, what chance has baseball here? The American baseball, I mean. It could oust cricket by its very forcefulness and continuity if we could get grounds big enough. The throwing was exceptional, and an object lesson to our cricket friends. Imagine some of the throws we see at country games, and then pit them against the man who, from the bottom end of the ground, shied to the top of the Bullen’s road end, and the man at the base had not to move an inch to gather the return. It was good sport, and although our sports people could never “act” as do the various coaches, not could they yelp their repartee (they say things under their breath), yet one could quite understand how America would become warm about such a game. I had the good luck to have an Everton and ex-baseball man at my side, and he, having sampled a lot of America baseball, told me of the finer points, and we (Makepeace and others) adjourned to behind the pitcher’s end-on-view, which view shows the amount of spin the thrower gets on the ball and also his wiles in the matter of speed, variation of spin and general head-work. One laughable incident was the appearance of Shaun Glenville, who, walking round the ground, had to hasten out of the barrage of balls. One spectator shouted to him “Give us a song and dance, Shaun.” But Shaun was not on business bent.

EVERTON RES v.  DERBY C RES
The Liverpool Football Echo- Saturday, October 25, 1924
CENTRAL LEAGUE
At Goodison Park. From the start of the game Everton dominated the play, and scored a good goal through Williams. Derby for some time rarely gave trouble. Their best attempt came from Bromage, but Jones made a good clearance. After fifteen minutes Everton were two up with a good drive from Williams. The visitors’ keeper was kept well employed, but the defence of Derby was sound, for they kept out many attempts by the home forwards.

NOTTINGHAM FOREST 0 EVERTON 1
October 27, 1924. The Daily Courier.
TURN OF THE TIDE FOR EVERTON.
SECOND VICTORY OF SEASON AT NOTTINGHAM.
By F. McN.
It was a pleasant change for the Everton club to finish on the right side against Nottingham Forest after four successive defeats. The victory, the second of the season, will do much to restore the confidence of the players in their own undoubted ability, and will encourage them to further efforts. The two points were well earned, and but for ill-luck combined with a little over-anxiety near goal, the margin might have been much greater.
TROUP'S GOAL.
As it was the Forest could not compare with the Goodison Park team in point of skill and combined effort, particularly in the first half, when there was really only one side in it. Their only reward for some brilliant play was a really goal from the foot of Troup, who in the opening minutes took a pass first time and drove the ball just under the bar at great speed. Still, this goal sufficed though the Forest were several times within an ace of equalising in the second half, when the home side improved greatly. Once Gibson had an empty goal to shoot at when Kendall ran out and fell, but the winger placed the ball wide.
SKILFUL HALVES.
Kendall made a few good saves, though he was rather prone to run out. Raitt and Livingstone showed fine understanding. The Dundee man kicked strongly, and once made a flying dive to turn the ball round the post. Livingstone's cool interventions frequently upset the Forest vanguard. The halves were skilful artistic, providing their forwards with the right kind of passes. McBain and Hart were always to the fore. On the forwards, Chedgzoy's skill in controlling the ball on the run was captivating, and Cock has not played better this season. Of the Forest players, the backs stood out strongly, and Bolton and Morgan were good halves. Gibson and Flood were enterprising forwards. There was a claim for a penalty following a free kick against Everton, but the appeal was not entertained. Livingstone twisted his knee in the last second of the game, but he hopes to be all right for Wednesday's match against Manchester City. Teams: - Nottingham Forest: - Benett, goal, Thompson, and Barrett, backs, Shelton, Morgan and Wallace, half-backs, Wallace, Gibson, Flood, Walker, Morris, and Martin forwards. Everton: - Kendall, goal Raitt, and Livingstone, backs, Peacock, McBain, and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards. Referee H. Ferrar.

EVERTON RESERVES 5 DERBY COUNTY RESERVES 0
October 27, 1924. The Daily Courier.
CENTRAL LEAGUE
Everton were much the better side, and Derby were completely held by the strong Everton defence. Williams scored the first three goals for the home side, and they were all good points. Bain scored the fourth from a pass down the centre by Williams, and then Virr got through and completed the scoring. Jones, the Everton keeper, is undoubtedly playing in a confident manner and made some smart saves. He was well covered, however, by Glover and Kerr, while Reid revealed all his usual talents both in defence and attack forward. Forbes and Williams made a powerful wing . Everton: - Jones, goal, Glover and Kerr, backs, Gray, Reid (captain), and Virr, half-backs, Parry, Heargeaves, Bain, Williams, and Forbes, forwards.

LACK OF METHOD
Athletic News- Monday, October 27, 1924
FOREST’S FAILING AGAINST EVERTON
NOTTINGHAM FOREST 0 EVERTON 1
By Trentsider
There was not a great deal to choose between Nottingham Forest and Everton, but the latter were the steadier and better balanced, and on that account were deserving of their 1-0 victory. The understanding amongst their forwards was thorough, and they played clever football. The game was contested at a great pace, and Everton were able to maintain it to the end, and they held on grimly, and their defence gave nothing away. Their attacks were carried out in style, but their finishing work was indifferent. Excellent openings were made, and were not utilised as well as they ought to have been. Their wings led them splendidly. Chedgzoy was a host in himself. His work was polished and sound. Though opposed by a clever half-back, he made leeway, moving with freedom and complete control, and his centres and passes were admirably timed. He made openings for others, and took chances himself. He was rather unlucky not to be credited with a goal, for after an effort on his wing he worked in towards goal. Bennett ran out to meet him, but Chedgzoy shot past the Forest keeper Thompson had, however, successful in getting back just in time, and standing under the bar, and he kicked away. Successful and telling work was also credited to by Troup, though he was not a power as Chedgzoy. He made his mark five minutes after the commencement. The Forest backs were at fault in their endeavours and in consequence was that the ball went across from Irvine to Troup who was clear. He put in a fine oblique shot and scored, the ball going just over Bennett, who ought to have saved. Troup made other good attempts, but openings were not made full use of by Cock, Chadwick, and Irvine. Their ability, so far as their general work was concerned, was conspicuous, but they did not shoot well. Several attempts were made by Irvine, but they were not of great account. There was not a good understanding in the ranks of the Forest. This is a failing which has often, been apparent. If they were lacking in method they in a great measure compensated for it by their dash. Had they shown a little more steadiness in front of goal they would not have had to bemoan the loss of points. Flood did not shoot with his usual accuracy, and all his efforts ended in failure. Two openings of an exceptional character were made for him by Morris, but in both cases his shots missed the mark. A fine game was played by Morris. His work was full of life, and he made beautiful passes both to Martin and Flood. They were utilised by the former to some purpose, for he was in form and tried hard to pull the side round. The work of both the left wing players was in fact admirable. A shot by Morris came as near to scoring as anything, Peacock only just keeping the ball out. The other wing did nothing like the same amount of good, very few runs coming from Gibson, who was not apt in taking passes. Walker was often much too late in starting, and did nothing noteworthy. Although Bennett did not appear blameless so far as the goal was concerned, he made splendid saves. The Forest backs were shaky at the outset, but they settled down to good work. The half-backs also played well, Wallace especially being noticeable. Kendall had little do, Raitt and Livingstone keeping him well covered. Both were in form, and the Everton half-backs rendered a particularly fine account of themselves. Nottingham Forest—Bennett; Thompson, Barratt; Belton, Morgan, Wallace; Gibson, Flood, Walker, Morris, and Martin. Everton.—Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Referee; H. Farrar, Leeds.

IN G.O SMITH’S TIME
Athletic News - Monday 27 October 1924
THE IBROX DISASTER AND OTHER MEMORABLE INTERNATIONALS
By Tityrus
There were memorable events in the early years of this century when Scot and Sassenach were in conflict In 1901 England recovered from the downfall at Parkhead the previous year, and this encounter lingers in memory for several reasons. I doubt whether the old country ever had three such tall men to guard the goal in J. W. Sutcliffe, the custodian, with James Iremonger and W, J. Oakley as backs, for each of them stood 6tt. and all were fine athletes and footballers. But with all their length of limb and power they could not prevent the Caledonians from scoring twice at the Crystal Palace. This was the last match of both Oakley and G. 0 Smith, partners in the great national game of winter—as they have since been in the conduct of Ludgrove School, near Barnet, an establishment founded by Arthur Dunn. If ever a preparatory school ought to nurse a tradition in favour of the Association code that should be Ludgrove. It was this match of 1901 that G. O. Smith played for the twentieth time for his country, and on this occasion surpassed the nineteen appearances which had been made by Norman C. Bailey, the London solicitor. The first time I met G. O. Smith was in the grounds of the Crystal Palace, when I was introduced the famous Oxonian by Mr. J. J. Bentley, and he struck me as rather frail in physique, gentle in manner, and kind in disposition. On the field he was courageous and most unselfish. In his case, mind triumphed over muscle by quickness of decision, the swiftness his movements, the perfect simplicity of his style, the swerve and balance of his body, and his neatness of footwork.
IRREVERENTLY CALLED “JO.”
Anyone could knock him off the ball if he could get into contact with him. But he was difficult to find, so elusive was he. His value consisted chiefly of his wonderfully accurate passes to either wing, and the inside or the outside man. And his body balance and swerve were such that when he left the arena not a hair of his head was out of place. There have been far more prolific scorers—Tinsley Lindley, for instance-but as John Goodall said to me in his bird shop at Watford it was “no trouble to play with him.” Good Master John believes that G. O. Smith, irreverently called “Jo,” was the finest centre he ever saw or played with, because he was such a master doing the right act the right moment. That is really the whole art of football—and yet how many men can so nearly approach the perfect? In this match Reginald Foster (“Tip”) was the inside-left to Fred Blackburn, the Lancashire lad, whom I saw a year ago when he looked up The Football League team then playing the Irish League at Belfast. Blackburn looked very spruce and told me that he was engaged in a seafaring life. Blackburn played twice against Scotland, and each time was partnered by a renowned Corinthian in Reginald Foster and Stanley Harris. Foster, as a dribbler, was as good as “ Nuts “ Cobbold, but Stanley Harris was a man of the G. 0. Smith stamp, for he could pass the ball so splendidly with either the outside or the inside of the foot.  It is impossible to repress the devout wish that there were Corinthians in these days of the prowess of Oakley, at back, and of Smith, Foster, and Harris among the forwards. But times change, and the game changes with them.
THE IBROX DISASTER.
Early on one Friday morning in April, 1902, I paid a visit to the dentist and, having had several teeth removed, set out for Glasgow, as Scotland and England were to meet the next day at Ibrox. I was not in the best of fettle myself, and at night in St, Enoch’s Hotel there was, as usual, a considerable gathering of lovers of the game. In the course of conversation there were some Scotsmen who feared that the newly-constructed Ibrox ground would not accommodate the crowd that was anticipated, and that the lofty stands would carry the dead weight but scarcely the swaying multitude, for have all seen masses of people sway like cornfield before the wind. The lugubrious Ideas some folks were unfortunately realised. Although the officials of corporate body had examined and passed the erections as equal to any strain likely to put upon them, a catastrophe occurred when the match had been in progress about a quarter of hour. A portion of one of the topmost tiers of the western terracing gave way and a large number of people fell through a hole to the ground.
The magnitude of the disaster could not be grasped in the Press box at the time, although I shall never forget seeing unconscious people borne on the shoulders of strong men across the ground to the pavilion where the players had their accommodation. The heads of these helpless people rolled about as if their necks had been broken. It was a gruesome experience-but the game was played out the very end. There were 68,000 people at this match, and only those in the vicinity of the accident had any real conception of what had happened. It was considered a matter of prudence to play the match to keep the attention of the vast throng centred on the struggle. To play was the safest thing to do, although such a decision might have appeared inhuman. But the leaders of the sport had to determine what was the best plan in unprecedented crisis. They decided to let the match ran its course and, having regard to alternatives and possibilities, there can be no doubt that their action was best in the interests of public safety. Wounded men were taken to the dressing rooms of the players, and every aid was given by doctors and others. No man worked so heroically as R. P. Gregson, of Blackburn, “Dick” as we all knew him. In his shirt sleeves, this member of the English International Selection Committee was wonderful in doing all he could to relieve suffering.
TRAGIC MEMORIES.
When the match was over, the crowd swarmed on the arena and seized Doig—“ Ned.’’ the "Bank of England goalkeeper "—who had guarded the breach. The multitude seized Doig and carried him shoulder high to the pavilion. The pressure thousands made his voyage on the crest of the crowd stormy, and the “old man” lost his cap. His bald head was plain, and as I watched the spectacle of this man exalted abovehis fellows I thought ancient amphitheatres and the pictures of ancient Roman festivals rushed into my mind. Leaving the Press box I went to the pavilion and saw men looking like wax models—still and bloodless—being taken on stretchers and placed in hearses and ambulance vans. Sick in mind and heart, I returned to the city of Glasgow, and was thunderstruck when the contents bills of the evening newspapers announced six dead and hundreds of injured. As a matter of fact, 24 people were killed and over 600 injured, but no one knew the appalling character of the catastrophe while the match was in progress. No less than nearly £29,000 was subscribed for the sufferers in less than three months. Money came from all classes of football folk and sympathisers in every part of the world, and the Relief Fund Committee had not a single case of litigation. Under such circumstances as these can anyone conceive of the feelings of the players who found their dressing-rooms filled with suffering humanity when they tiled off the field at the interval? Can anyone imagine the state of the players who, when they returned to the playing field, were not only fully aware of the tragedy, but who had to step over the maimed and the dying as they left their apartments? These men, according orders, completed the match with such a spectaclein their eyes and with the moans and the groans of the victims haunting their ears. Never was such an experience for men who had assembled for thew sake of a sporting encounter and for a vast throng which had come from Aberdeen in the North to Maryport in the South to see the struggle.
CROMPTON’S DAY OF DEBUT
There were great men among the players. This was the first match against Scotland of Robert Crompton. He was THE back of his day, and amid such surroundings he made his debut in Glasgow- a city with which he became so familiar. As a right back he never had an equal from 1902 until 1914, when, to all intents and purposes, he retired from the game that he had adorned. In this match he was thoughtful and resourceful, and earned golden opinions both at Ibrox, and in the replay at Birmingham, for the first match was declared null and void. It may be that Crompton was not so speedy as he would like to have been, but it should be remembered that he was 5ft. 9 ½ in., and about 12sL 71b. throughout his career. He was a brawl tackier, but fair and honest in his charges. He preferred to meet big and heavy men, and Scotland always had an eye during his supremacy to build a left wing that could bump ” Bob” Crompton. Nothing ever seemed to amuse a Scottish crowd so much as "big Bob" hurled to mother earth. They regarded it as a sight for the gods, laughed consumedly, and applauded to the full the man who had levelled him. It was in an inter-League match, not an international struggle, that George Livingstone and James Quinn were once chosen as a left wing in order that Crompton might not have all his own way. But Crompton never troubled himself-the bigger the better for him. He hated to meet small men—and whatever he did under such circumstances there was always a pleasant smile for the foe whom he removed or nudged as gently as he could. As Ambrose Langley once said to me in his days with Sheffield Wednesday : “ What is big man to do when he comes up against little ‘un?” What, indeed?
“ DON’T LIKE PUBLICITY.”
Not for worlds would I have any of my younger readers who never saw too great Crompton imagine that his game was merely charging. He played the best and the purest football,was a perfect kicker with either foot, a choice placer, and the finest hand at screwing a ball from the touchline into the middle of the field that I ever saw. Not for him was the line of the least resistance. He scorned to put the ball into touch. Maybe he occasionally caused danger by his sportsmanship, and maybe he had a habit of playing too near to his goalkeeper and giving a goal away, but he was grand player and a fine personality, for he was a quiet, a courteous, and hearty fellow who, above all things, hated publicity. His idea of bliss off the field was serenity and comfort. He would seat himself in the corner of a saloon with a novel and never speak, unless, addressed, in the course of the longest journeys. That he was always in perfect condition is proved by the fact that played 25 matches for England, and established an individual record. He has deserved every honour accorded him, and I count it one of my most cherished' memories that I saw much of Crompton, who is now a director of the Blackburn Rovers. And if any man doubts the real modesty of Bob ’’ Crompton, let me add that no money would tempt him to write his recollections and reminiscences. I have tried to persuade him, but the quiet, firm answer was: “If I could do such a thing for anybody it would be for you. But I don’t like publicity. I have had my day as a player—and let end at that.” Crompton is content with having been an international back; he has aspirations to pose as a journalist, or become an author. Would that there were more like him.
TEMPLETON: HIS TRICKERY.
The centre-forward for England this day of the Ibrox calamity was William Beats—the very antithesis G. 0. Smith, as he was a son of the people and was fetched off a scaffold while adjusting the slates on the roof of a Wesleyan chapel when the Secretary of the Wolverhampton Wanderers, the late Mr. John Addenbrooke, annexed him. I should like to take this opportunity of saying what fine centre-forward Beats was-but he was most unlucky in regard to injuries. To-day we have no man who is his equal—and yet when Beats was leading the line and holding it together with his deploying touches and his sharp shooting the people did not rave about him. On the Scottish side there was an erratic genius whom no one who saw him will ever forget. I refer to Bobby” Templeton, who was really brilliant both at Ibrox and in the second match on Aston Villa’s piece. No one could deny that he was under a deep debt of gratitude to that wonderful creator of opportunities, the inimitable Bobby Walker, the Edinburgh lad, who forsook the manufacture of gas meters for the chasing of a football. Whatever he could do with a gas meter I cannot say, but he could make a ball obedient to his will—a master craftsman, who could swerve and twist and turn so that his opponent never knew what he was going to do. He left many scores of half-backs standing still with amazement by bis feint to go one way and quick whirl round for another route.
In these matches Walker was the inspiration of Templeton, who was almost as much a wizard as his mate—but in another way. Of course, one never knew when Templeton would be at his best-because he was variable and eccentric, but when on his most dazzling day I never saw a player so captivating as Templeton. Had he possessed the more solid temperamental qualities of the Scot he would probably have been the greatest wing raider known to any era.
THE JUGGLER HAIRDRESSER.
He appeared at his ease on either flank, but I thought he was most sparkling in his sallies on the right. His trickery was as captivating as that of a Japanese juggler, and when in the mood he was never wanting in resource. Very fast, and a magnificent shot, I have known him defy every axiom of the game, be a law unto himself, and finish with goal. Ayrshire has produced many a renowned ball player, but never a more remarkable schemer than Templeton, who anticipated the fashion of this day with his hair in crinkled wavelets. He was one of the dandies of the field, and he was a Bohemian to the heart of him—utterly regardless of the conventional in every sense. His play was the feature of the day mourning at Ibrox. In the 1904 match he had the unique experience of playing outside-left the first-half and outside-right after the interval, although Crompton and Herbert Burgess, the best partner Crompton ever had, kept him in hand. Although I preferred Templeton on the right, he had a wonderful left foot that always boded danger. As I say, he was a nomad, and finished his wanderings with Fulham. He went into business at Kilmarnock as a hairdresser, but on the first day of November, 1919, he died suddenly as he was getting out of bed. He has gone, but his name as a player will live.

REDS OLD SHOOTING WEAKNESS
Nottingham Journal - Monday 27 October 1924
Notts forest 0 Everton 1
Persons who can see no further than the end of their nose were heard to observe at the conclusion of Saturday’s match between Nottingham Forest and Everton that Forest should have won. It would be nearer the truth to say they might have won! By an orphan goal Everton returned with their first away points of the season. No team that fails utilise its chances as Forest failed, no matter how large their share of the play, has a right to avow that success was deserved. It is easy to record the reason for Forest’s defeat. Without mincing words, the old weakness which characterised the loathe some period earlier in the season when defeat followed defeat reappeared. That weakness was inability to shoot straight. It was the old story of missed opportunities.
THE WINNING GOAL
Light rain had damped the turf sufficiently to emphasises the value of ball control, and though ground conditions made inaccurate pardonable to some extent, it took Forest much too long to attain sure foothold. On the other hand Everton adapted their style to the elements immediately they came on the field, and within five minutes scored the goal which decided who should rise in the League table. Goals can usually be traced to blunders in defence. Preceding Everton’s goal we saw a couple of mistakes by the Forest defence. Primarily Thompson, whose kicking is usually faultless, lifted the ball high in the air in front of his own goal. Irvine slipped it across to the other wing, but feinting in deceptive fashion Chadwick allowed the opening to go to Troup. There was no one anywhere near the winger, who had previously proved the usefulness of his left foot. All he had to do was take careful aim and shoot. It was not a brilliant shot; but that did not matter, it was straight, and Bennett was either too soon or too late in jumping, for the ball went between his outstretched hands into the rood of the net. Ninety-nine out of a hundred similar shots Bennett would save. These mistakes should not have cost the points. Plenty of time remained for Forest to recover. Second half revivals are one of their pleasing characteristic. Again they revived, but on the verge of the penalty area, indeed within its bounds their nerve appeared to fail them. One by one enough chances were missed that might have made them sweepstake winners. During the match at least four of the forwards had scoring opportunities and failed. It was very rarely the forwards appeared in concerted action, and but for flashes of redemption by the Morris-Martin combination, the whole line played badly. Cohesion, however, is impossible without leadership. Herein Forest are faced with a problem the magnitude of which cannot be over-estimated. But that is harping on an old story. Throughout the game Everton had wizards on the wing. Sparkling football was played by Chedgzoy and Troup while Cock was enterprising. No matter where he received the ball he made long and rapid strides goalwards and against his rival in red was a bold contrast. But it was the artistry of the wing men which enabled him to be enterprising. Such artistry is expected from men of Chedgzoy’s fame; but on the other wing we found the petit and perky Troup emulating his colleague’s style. He possesses all the attributes of a clever winger.
EVERTON’S BACKBONE
Each time he received the ball his intentions were different, and even if he does model his play from Chedgzoy whose “brains are in his boots,” not now and again, but always, who can blame him?  Behind all this speedy forward play there were half-backs, masters in their craft. Men like Peacock, McBain and Hart make football easy, and make forwards work. In short Everton had ideal wings and model; halves. They were essentially the real back-bone of the team. Only 9,000 people paid for admission-a very disappointing attendance considering Forest’s recent form. Teams;- Forest; Bennett; Thompson and Barrett; Belton, Morgan, and Wallace; Gibson, Flood, Walker, Morris and Martin. Everton; Kendall; Raitt and Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, and Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Referee Mr. E. Farrar (Leeds). – H.D.G.

EVERTON TROUP HOME
Liverpool Echo - Monday 27 October 1924
By F.E.H
“As I lay a thinkinge” -to quote the familiar of Ingoldaby -on the way home from Nottingham, a score of proverbs occurred that would aptly fit Everton’s tardy victory against the Forest. Readers of this column may make their own reflections-for after all “the game’s the thing.” Well, it was a good hard match, full of incidents, rapid in movement and generally speaking, lively withal. Everton showed us that they are a sparkling side when in the mood, clever in their footwork and constructive in their combination. In addition to this they put an agreeable bit of “ginger” into their play, and it was quite a pleasure to see the forwards dashing into the breach with a vigour that had been rather sadly lacking so far this season. The signal for success came from that tricky little winger Troup, who found the net with a really brillaint individual effort which quite eluded the reach of the Forest keeper. From this point to the interval Everton were the only side in the picture, though Notts were pushful enough at times and they ought to have added at least another couple of goals before the change of ends. Cock and Chedgzoy were both unlucky in failing to secure these. In the second half the Foresters were much more dangerous, but they could not weld themselves together to fruitful purpose, and both Gibson and Walker failed when they tried individual efforts. Altogether Everton’s display was a most gratifying one, and we may only hope that it was not a mere flash in the pan? There ought to be plenty of sparks left!

TURNING THE CORNER
Liverpool Echo - Tuesday 28 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
Everton receive Manchester City at a most convenient time. They receive them at the moment that Everton have gained confidence through a victory against Nottingham Forest. There is no doubt whatever that Everton have been infinitely better than their record suggests, and that it has been a back home affair that has been their undoing. Hence my appeal to the full backs last week-end not to pass back until Kendall had got thoroughly set. I think that both Livingstone and Raitt had a tremendous lot of work thrown on them this season, and that they have played oftener as a pair than at any point last season. It is no compliment of their work when I suggest that the goalkeeper shall be protected from the pass-back. As a matter of fact, I reckon spite of the calls of the spectators now and again that a pass work is the sheet anchor of a defender who is facing his own goal- and it is his duty to pass back, not his province; his necessity and the goalkeeper’s demand. However, I thought Kendall could do with a week’s release from the pass, so that he might get back to his pristine form, which gave such pleasure early in the season. The Everton backs remember, too, have half-backs in front of them who are very forward in their notions, and therefore when there is a breakaway it should be a case of 5 to 2 on the forwards, as there is no one to help out the full back line. Manchester City who visit us to-morrow will offer a speed and tactics test for all the Everton players. City’s forward line, with Frank Roberts, Johnson, and Barnes offers one of the hottest of inside forward combines. I have no doubt in my own mind that the new and confident Everton side will held them up, and that City’s defence will be beaten. Everton simply struck a huge rock of circumstances (which after cases) and as the election will free many a man from labour to-morrow afternoon I do not doubt that there will be a massive crowd at Walton, and Everton’s players will get the encouragement they enjoy and deserve. These are the teams;- Everton; Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup.

MANCHESTER CITY AT THE PARK.
October 29, 1924. The Daily Courier.
THIRD VICTORY FOR EVERTON POSSIBLE.
By S.H.H.
One of the most improved sides in the First League, Manchester City, provide the opposition at Goodison Park this afternoon. When the Mancunians were at Anfield-road a few weeks back they led Liverpool such a merry dance that up to 11 minutes from time they looked like romping home easy winners. Liverpool then struck their brightest vein –no new thing for them, I admit –and turned apparent defeat into victory. Since then Manchester City have accomplished several fine feats, and they will be all out to number Everton as one of their victims this afternoon. They are fielding their best side –for that matter, so are Everton. In view of the latter having turned the corner at Nottingham last week-end, however, I look to Everton making further progress at the expense of the City. The kick off is three o'clock, and the Everton team; Kendall, Raitt, and Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, and Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup.

MANCHESTER CITY PAY A VISIT TO GOODISON PARK
Liverpool Echo - Wednesday 29 October 1924
Manchester City were visitors to Goodison Park to-day, when the teams were;-
Everton; Kendall; Raitt, McDonald; Peacock, McBain, Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup. Manchester City; Goodchild; Cookson, Wilson; Sharp, Elwood, Pringle; Austin, Roberts, Browell, Johnson, Daniels. By winning at Goodison to-day Manchester City would become leaders of the League. Thus they had keen incentive. Moreover, they had that touch of fortune which counts for soi much in the early stages of the game. Barely ten minutes had gone when Peacock missed his kick on a ground that was soddened and with a ball that was awkward, and Johnson fired into the top left-hand corner of the net. Considering that the City side had three rather important absentees, as compared with Everton’s one, a lead for the City was very good, and they were the smarter side when in their stride, Everton still having a spasm of prettiness without getting yards of territory or a shot at goal.
A SPLENDED HALF-BACK
Kendall failed to handle nicely from Austin, but later on he made a very good save of a header, his feet sliding under him as he went to pick up the ball. Kendall also saved a header from Roberts when McDonald, deputising for Livingstone, lay on the ground, having been knocked out by the heaviness of the wet ball. Elwood was a splendid half, and City altogether were the more determined and progressive side in the first half. Near the interval Everton made their best efforts, and the ball on three occasions was accidentally blocked by one or other of the City men. There was one spell when it hit Cookson on the head twice, and it was not Cookson’s judgement, but his good fortune that the ball came his way to save a goal.
COCK EQUALISES
A crowd of about 10,000 gave the home players plenty of encouragement, and they also recognised the good work done by McDonald. Immediately before the interval Goodchild left his goal-not for the first time- and when Cock and Chadwick each went for the ball there was a danger of a goal being mulled. However, Cock was able to get a second chance, and equalised the scores. Peacock being near stealing the lead after a splendid wriggling dribble.
Half-time; Everton 1 Manchester City 1
In the second half Everton opened so well that the City defence cracked up, and Cock nearly ran through, Chedgzoy shot from the centre-forward position, Irvine did well, and Chadwick, going to inside right, hit a terrific ball that was inches from success. City’s reply came from Austin, who made a first time effort.
A DISCLOSURE
In one hour, while Chadwick was off the field hurt, Hart went to outside left, and made a lovely dribble, passed to Troup, and then the ball was turned inward to Cock, and on to Irvine, who scored with a rasping shot. City replied in a fierce melee, in which Kendall was badly hurt, and Raitt went in goal for a minute, Kendall returned, and Raitt, in charging his attire, stripped to the stomach. The crowd roared at this unique “disclosure.” Three-quarter time; Everton 2, Manchester City 1.

WELL BEATEN
Manchester Evening News - Wednesday 29 October 1924
MANCHESTER CITY FAIL AGAINST EVERTON
HOME TEAM’S RALLY
FOUR RESERVES IN THE VISITORS’ SIDE
EVERTON 3 MANCHESTER CITY 1
On the face of it Manchester City were unfortunate in having to take the field at Everton to-day without no fewer than four regular members of the side. J.F. Mitchell was unable to play owing to his scholastic duties, Murphy was still on the injured list, though he will be fit to play on Saturday, while Barnes and Fletcher were both indisposed. The vacancies were filled by Goodchild, Danials, Browell, and Wilson. Everton made only one alteration in the team successful against the Forest, McDonald taking the place of Livingstone, injured at Nottingham. The teams were therefore, as under;
Everton; Kendall; Raitt and McDonald; Peacock, McBain and Hart (Captain); Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Manchester City; Goodchild; Cookson, and Wilson; Sharp, Ellwood and Pringle (Captain); Austin, Roberts, Browell, Johnson, and Danials. Referee; Mr. Watson, of Nottingham. Though the weather was not so inclement as it was when last City visited the same ground, and were beaten by six goals to one, the day was dull and light rain was falling when the teams entered the field. At the time there were not more than 10,000 spectators.
THE GAME
Pringle lost the toss, and the home side had the help of a light wind in the first half. City advanced immediately, and Johnson, when well placed, shot wide. Austin next centred, but the ball swerved to Kendall, who punted up the field and set the Everton forwards going. Except that Goodchild fisted away from Chedgzoy, nothing happened. Still Everton were cleared out with difficulty. City tried hard to established a foothold in the Everton half without success.
CITY SCORE FIRST
Only seven minutes from the start the visitors took the lead. Sharp centred, and Peacock, missing his kick, Johnson, having no one but Kendall to beat, banged the ball into the top of the net. There was only one team in it for some time after this, and that was not Everton. It is true that they tried to rush an equaliser, but they were unable to call upon Goodchild, and City took command of the game, their accurate passing on the right wing winning the applause of a crowd that had swelled to nearly 20,000. Well plied by his partner Auston put in a centre which struck McDonald in the face and knocked him flat. Whilst he was prone Austin centred, and Roberts put in a fine header, which Kendall caught as the referee blew his whistle. The injured player quickly recovered. First on the right wing and then on the left the home forwards got going, but Irvine in the one case and Chadwick in the other shot wide.
CLEVER FORWARD PLAY
During the next few minutes the game was remarkable for clever forward play. Everton were as good as the visitors, but there was no more dangerous forward than Austin, one of whose centres Kendall ran out to meet without getting the ball away. He recovered so quickly that Daniels was beaten in a race for the ball. The City goal had also a narrow escape when Goodchild failed to clear, a free kick bringing relief. City made another raid, and from a centre by Daniels, Browell, who was doing well in the centre, headed wide. Back went Everton, and a hot shot by Hart was intercepted by Irvine, who headed over. Once more the visitors’ defence was tested, and once again it was equal to the strain, though Goodchild had twice to save. Roberts made a glorious individual effort, only to be beaten by McDonald, while Goodchild saved from Cock, and later on pushed the ball round the post when Everton’s centre forward looked certain to score. It was a fine save.
EVERTON EQUALISE
The City custodian and Cookson frustrated another fierce attack, the latter at the expense of a corner. This was a lucky escape for the visitors. Three minutes off the interval Chedgzoy centred, and Goodchild ran out to clear, but was beaten by Cock, who put the ball into the unguarded goal from a pass by Irvine. Half-time; Everton 1 Manchester City 1
THE SECOND HALF
Immediately after the game had been resumed Everton forced a corner, and the ball being crossed from the left wing Chedgzoy made a grand shot, which skimmed the cross-bar. A free kick helped Everton back, and Cock rounding Ellwood closed in for a shot, which Cookson prevented him from getting in. city were compelled to play a defensive game for a spell, in spite of the fact that a rising wind was in their favour. McBain, who was a great worker, made a fine opening for Chedgzoy, who was wide of the mark. From a free kick Cock missed a glorious chance of giving Everton the lead, heading over when Goodchild had misjudged the ball. City got going, thanks to Wilson, and from Browell’s pass Roberts was given off-side.
EVERTON TAKE THE LEAD
Chadwick was injured, and was over the goal line when Everton swamped the City defence, and Irvine crashed the ball into the net, giving the home team the lead sixteen minutes after the resumption. Soon afterwards there was a fierce struggle in the Everton goal, and with Kendall on the ground the ball was forced into the net just after the whistle had gone for dangerous play. The Everton goalkeeper was injured and discarded his jersey, which Raitt had not worn more than a minute before the two players exchanged jerseys again. This was positively farcical, but it pleased the crowd. Towards the close City were overplayed, but Everton shot badly.
A THIRD GOAL FOR EVERTON
Eight minutes from the end Chedgzoy ran through the City defence and gave Goodchild no chance.

EVERTON 3 MANCHESTER CITY 1
October 30 1924. The Daily Courier.
EVERTON REVIVAL CONTINUES.
THREE GOOD GOALS FOR FINE FRONT LINE.
Everton gained a well-earned victory over Manchester City at Goodison Park yesterday, and in doing so secured a welcome lift in the table. The home side played good, dashing football throughout, despite a greasy surface on which to operate and the fact that Chadwick was almost a passager during the greater portion of the second half. At the same time they looked like again being dogged by bad luck, as it was against the run of play that the City took the lead. A centre from Sharp was missed by Peacock and Johnson took full advantage of the opening. What is more, the City hung on to the lead tenaciously till two minutes from the interval, when Cock matched their tenacity and scored, although Chadwick in his anxiety, nearly robbed his partner of the opening.
IRVINE'S GOAL.
Fourteen minutes after the commencement of the second half Hart dribbled cleverly, and fed Troup, who centred to Cock. The leader turned the ball to Irvine, and the latter scored in good style. The best goal of the game, however, came from Chedgzoy, who worked his way to the centre, and just when he looked to have gone a yard too far he drove the leather home with a grand left foot drive. The victory was a convincing one and thoroughly merited. It was a pleasure to see the Blues get the full fruits of their labours, as they have been unfortunate several times lately.
JOCK” AGAIN.
The successful man of the match was “Jock” McDonald, who was brought into the Everton defence because Livingstone injured. The Everton defence was sound, although they were saved a good deal of work by the halves. Forward there was a refreshing amount of dash, Cock and Chedgzoy being to the fore in most of the raids. The City backs were not convincing. Elwood was the best half, and Roberts the most enterprising forward. Teams: - Everton: - Kendall, goal, Raitt and McDonald, backs, Peacock, McBain, and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards. Manchester City: - Goodchild, goal, Cookson, and Wilson, backs, Sharp, Elwood, and Pringle, half-backs, Austin, Roiberts, Browell, Johnson, and Daniel, forwards. Referee Mr. GW. Day.

McDONALD’S POPULAR VOTE
The Liverpool Echo- Thursday, October 30, 1924
Bee’s Notes
A hand to Everton. They have won two games in succession, and their latest win was one obtained against odds, for the first goal in such a match is always likely to unbalance the side with the defeat. Everton fought back with a splendid rallying rousing manner that has not been too often in evidence this season. Everton seemed to have gone to a state where they though nothing would go right for them. They could think that way when Johnson scored. But instead they brought back and they at times played a combination of artists work together with very definite movements up the field, and shot. It was a really enjoyable Everton yesterday, and one reason of their change of front was the heavy going, I was particularly struck by the way Chadwick on one occasion raced past his man, and I said instinctively “Who said he’s slow?” Big men on the move can be very fast, and at this point Chadwick was yards faster than his rival. There was enthusiasm in the crowd and there was enthusiasm in the field, and Jock McDonald got what is rare on a football field- goalkeepers often get a demonstration, but here was a back being given the glad hand. His game in the first half was a topping one full of fire in tackle and delivery, and Raitt ably supported him. I was sorry Kendall got a kick on the head. He has been very unlucky. However, I do not forget that when McDonald was knocked out and the referee stopped the game, rather too suddenly perhaps according to rule, Kendall made a grand save. Naturally Everton have made no change for Saturday’s game with Bury, and the reserve side at Sheffield against United reads;- Jones; Glover, Kirr; McGrae, Reid, Virr; Parry, Hargreaves, Bain, Williams, Forbes. Central Station 9.30.
WELL BEATEN
City were well beaten and the wonder was that Goodchild did not suffer more heavily. It would seem from this exhibition that Everton have come back to their proper form; t any rate they have won two games in succession, and they have shown more pace, strength of movement, and more purpose in front of goal than since the first game of the season. They were not always satisfactory but, allowing for the heavily going the heavy ball and wet turf, and the fact that Johnson’s goal was a big surprise, they did very well. When City were attacking at their best, in the first half, McDonald kept them out, and there came a time when the City defence was extremely lucky to escape, for the ball hit them rather than they hit the ball. Still City impressed by their work on the right wing, where Roberts was a cute member with a strong shot. Johnson was also a live wire, but Browell, who began his real football life at Everton many years ago, could not make much headway against McBain. At half-back Elwood was best, for Cock was playing a style of game that meant much trouble for his opponent, and at full back Wilson was a poor deputy for Fletcher. City had three changes, and Barnes was missed from the attacking division. Had he been there they might have gone nearer to victory, which victory would have put them at the top of the League chart.

EVERTON’S UNCHANGED SIDE AGAINST BURY
Liverpool Echo - Friday 31 October 1924
Bee’s Notes
It is an age since Bury came to Everton in First Division standing. The last time they came they were in a sorry mess for forwards and backs, and I am reminded that I fell from official grace by daring to suggest that the Everton spectators should attend the game and see a crop of goals. Bury are not that sort of a team these days. They have surprised the best; they have scored a lot of goals, and they have a fiery way of moving that has led one or two knowledgeable people to declare that they are the swiftest moving side in the tournament and very difficult to control. We do not forget that Jimmy Settle came from Bury to Everton, and that in the present Bury side there have been many inquiries from Everton about Bullock, the centre forward, who was voted as England’s own. He did not live up to that reputation. Bullock will be well-marked and well-watched by the spectators to-morrow and another boy of whom I have heard much is appearing. I refer to big Bradshaw, for whom I had recommendation three years ago from the then manager of Bury. Kilty Cameron who by chance was sleeping in the same compartment. He was taking a boy from the countryside of Rugby to Lancashire and when I was calling him luck, Kilty said, “I have got the best centre half in the land. He’s going to play for Scotland.” And Scotland has already sent spectators to look upon this big lad. Everton after a mid-week fixture will need to be at their best to win, but I think their partial change of tactics by which prettiness has given way to effectiveness will bring them a victory against their old-time friends. Everton; Kendall; Raitt, Livingstone; Peacock, McBain, Hart; Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, Troup. Bury; Richardson; Heap, Adamson; Porter, Bradshaw, Turner; Robbie, Matthews, Bullock, Ball, Amos.