ENGLISH CUP FINAL TIE
April 21, 1906.
The Liverpool Football Echo
Crowded Excursions From All Parts
Makepeace Plays for Everton
80,000 at the Start
No Score at the Interval
(From Our Own Reporters by Special Wire from the Crystal Place)
The invasion of London began at 2.50 this morning when the London and North Western's first excursion arrived. From the time trains reached Euston at regular intervals and by 8 o'clock the station was crowded with provincials. Altogether over forty specials arrived. At St Pancreas over twenty specials trains arrived during the early hours of the morning. Nearly all these travelers cane from Lancashire. The Tyneenders travelled by the Great Northern, and the twenty seven specials carried over 8,000 passengers. Many of the visitors made a start for the Palace, and it is estimated that quite 20,000 excursionists came from Liverpool and the Tyneside alone. The glorious weather of the exceeding day was maintained this morning, when Old Sol was early in the ascendant, smiling a brilliant welcome to the thousands who arrived at the Metropolis from North, South, East and West to witness the great final struggle between Everton and Newcastle. London is a mighty city, but year by year
the supporters of the Cup final make their presence more definitely marked. It is not that the influx from all parts is so great in point of numbers but that it has such a powerful individuality; and cosmonoplian though the Metropolis may be, the football crowd through broken up into many sections is readily distinguishable. Plenty of people arrived quietly yesterday, but the trippers proper (not forgetting his missus) commenced his invasion in full force this morning as four o'clock and vast streams of ardent and enthusiastic but tired humanity poured into the main thorough fares of the city until eight o'clock. Last night the bustle of Leicester square and the reposefulness of Trafalgar square were occasionally disturbed by sudden bursts of hearty cheering of stentorian cries of “Play up the Blues” or “Play up Newcastle” just as the creed of the partisans happened to be. As the trains emptied their human cargoes the visitors lost no time in starting on the various business
of pleasure and every possible kind of conveyance was requisitioned to transport the enthusiastic sight-sees to point of interest such as Buckingham Palace, the Abbey, St. Paul's and the House of Parliament. The usual stir of Feet-street and the Strand was intensified by the influx of those new characteristic. By ten o'clock the invading army numbered fully 20,000 but though it was a peaceful invasion. Euston was the chief source of supply and here forty hugh specials were dealt with. At St. Pancres there was another score. The Tynesiders arrived in hoards by the Great Northern, who put on twenty seven specials to transport the 8,000 enthusiasers who had determined to be in at the death by hook or by crook. The sight at King's Cross was one long to be remembered.

Everton Motor to the Palace
It transpired that the Newcastle team arrived quietly in London yesterday. In the evening the team and officials visited one of the theaters. The Evertonians came over from Chingford this morning to Liverpool-street Station, and were driven this morning to the Palace in a motor-bus. The result of our special correspondent inquiring this morning the fact that Everton team had not yet been decided upon. At twelve o'clock it was quite evident that the influx into the City was tremendous and one morning paper went so far as to put it down to 100,000, but this was a magnificent exaggeration. At any rate the top of the buses were a sight to see and almost every horse or motor which went anywhere at all were crowded. Everton favours of blue and white were to be seen everywhere, and the Everton battery was sounded unexpectedly with a swing and resonance which practice has now made perfect. About this time as if to prove his extreme particularity, old Sol retired and the sky gradually

became overcast with dark ominous clouds. Rain would certainly prove a blessing as the ground was distinctly on the hard side, and the game would sure to be stiffer in consequence of the ball proving too lively. At 12.30 a few drops were felt in the Strand and at two o'clock out Sydenham way the homeopathic taste was repeated. But the place was distinctly against Jupiter Pluvios. Instead, however, of a brilliant day, as the morning promised, it was oppressive and gloomy. A breeze has sprung up and it looks as if one of the meteorological duties was resolved to exercise his influence. Which was would it be. Every devoted Evertonian prayed it would favour the Blues. The crowd commenced to wend its way towards the mighty glass structure and the favoured patch in goal time, and the scenes en route both by train and vehicle were of the liveliest.
At 2.30 a fine crowd had already taken their seats and there was room enough for as many and it was evident that the public had full confidence in the arrangements which ensured their seats. Among the early birds were the great Roose, keen and energetic as ever, and who was attached enough to his old club to express his heartiest wish for their success and confident in their ability. The spectators presented a most interesting study to the student of character. It was palpable many were old hands, veterans who had seen many a hard fought battle, and who could now look on with emotions well under control. Thousands of others there were who viewed the City and its wonders for the first time and came full of enthusiasm for everything and the expressions of confidence of the players of their side partook of the excitement fever. Such as these only wanted the slightest substance for giving vent to their pent-up feelings.

At three o'clock there was a remarkable in extreme in the crowd and 60,000 persons were certainly present, hundreds of whom were strolling about leisurely upon the greenwards. To calm their feelings the band was discouraging sweet music, and it was difficult to imagine that in thirty minutes time all would be in perfect order, and the Titanic struggle proceeding. The mourarings of the mighty crowd were like a subdued roar that was broken occasionally by the inevitable grizzing-whizzling vigorously. It was now problematic whether there would be a record gate and also how the Everton team would finally be arranged. Ultimately R Balmer stood down in favour of his brother but the Newcastle team did not make any changes in their advertised team. The Everton supporters were delighted to find that Makepeace was fit to face the fray. At 3.15 it was evident that the gate would not equal that of last year.

The teams; Newcastle United; Lawrence, goal; McCrombie and Carr, backs; Gardner, Aitkens (captain) and McWilliams, half-backs; Rutherford, Howie, Veitch, Orr and Gosnell, forwards.

Everton; Scott, goal; Balmer (W) and Crelly, backs; Abbott, Taylor (captain) and Makepeace,
half-backs; Sharp, Bolton, Young, Settle and Hardman, forwards. Referee; Mr. F. Kirkham, Preston.

The Game
Newcastle were the first to appear at 3.25 and at once the crowd became demonstrative. Thirty seconds later Jack Taylor led on his men, who were also received with an encouraging cheer. Another minute later Mr. Kirkham appeared and whistled the rivals captain. Taylor won the toss, and Veitch was the first to break the neutral line. Taylor at once nipped in and checked the advance of the Tynesiders but the breeze carried the ball out. From a throw in Gardner attempted to put his side in motion but the watchful Crelly defeated his object. The attack was taken up by the Everton right, but rule Boress interfere again. Balmer now took part in the play, and almost immediately after the Blues were awarded the first foul
. This was followed by a scramble adjacent to Lawrence but ultimately the ball went behind. Soon after the free kick shother foul in favour of the Blues led up to Settle testing Lawrence with a pretty header, and finding Young joining in the issue forced Lawrence to concede a corner, as he only just succeeded in getting the ball over the bar under great pressure. The Blues got at it with grim determination, and a hot attack from the right forced Carr to kick out, after exchanges in Newcastle territory another free kick was Mr. Kirkham's decision and it improved the position of the Evertonians and Young and Settle made vain efforts to find an opening, finally coming to grass. The Newcastle left now made ground but they could not get very far owing to the vigilance of the Blues.
Some rough items were thus early introduced, and Mr. Kirkham found it necessary to give the players a little bit of advice. After this the Evertonians resumed the attack, and Bolton made wild efforts to locate Lawrence. A very abortive visit by the Tynesiders followed to the Everton territory, but the Blues did not afford them any welcome. Settle imitated a pretty movement in his wing which Young was nimble to support. A strong shot from Taylor produced another corner off Carr, but little came of this. Gospell and Orr now got into their stride and danger appeared imminent when Mr. Kirkham's whistle intervened to the relief of the Blues.
This led to a pretty bit of work by Sharp and his partner with a resultant corner and from the kick Lawrence had a very narrow squeak as he appeared to be unsighted when the leather struck the bar. However, the Blues would not be denied, and again obtained possession on the right wing earned out unaided his own attack, but at the critical moment he only managed to over-run the ball, much to the disappointment of the Everton spectators who was watching his efforts with breathless excitement. This was followed by another visit to the Tynesiders, but a long kick from Howie sent the ball well over the Everton goal-line. The Novecrastians had certainly not done anything up to this time to justily their favoritism. Everton having contributed the bulk of the attack.

Young was again prominent with a promising dash, but he came to grief in the penalty area and the Tynesiders now managed to force the first corner. The first corner but Abbott having managed to charge a hot shot from Rutherford. Makepeace was now very prominent and his work looked like making a promising opening for his front line, but Settle and Hardman finessed the leather to laboriously Gosnell then became very busty on their wing, and the Everton defence had a rather tough time until relief came from the efforts of Balmer. Sharp now made a brilliant run and further improved matters with a glorious centre. Settle was in waiting and had a magnificent opportunity of opening the account of his side, but he was unfortunate enough to head wide of the mark. Now came a really dangerous move on the Newcastle left, and a great shot by Orr caused Scott considerable anxiety, but luckily for the Blues the wind deflected the ball's fight.
The Tynesiders now seemed endowed with fresh life and confidence, and they attacked with great resolution on both their wings, Rutherford's shots being particularly strong and dangerous. At last a goal kick by Scott promised something for the Blues and Andy Abbott succeeded in heading the invasion in Newcastle territory but neither Settle not Hardman succeeded in getting hold of the leather. Newcastle now took a turn at attacking and they put the ball several times on their right wing, and from a sequence of throws-in Veitch succeeded in making ground, and he was soon assisted by Makepeace, but just at this moment Settle and Young incurred Mr. Kirkham's displeasure and this led up to a shot from Orr, who, however, did not take time enough to aim. The Noves were now playing a much more dangerous game, and taxed severely the defence of the Blues, but every man proved true as steel.
Had it been otherwise it would have gone hard with the Toffees. The Everton forwards were responsible for very pretty tactics, but they were not at this point forcing the game not makin g enough of the wind advantage. Balmer and Taylor made efforts to set their left wing going, but a free kick interfered with the project. A beautiful dual which caused excitement took place between Gosnell and Makepeace and the Everton half outwitted the Newcastle winger in artistic fashion. Sharp was now responsible for a transfer of the attack to Newcastle quarters, but he was manceurved out of position and this was followed by some pressure from Newcastle and Howie got the best of Crelly and Taylor only to finish up with a most erratic shot.

Now came the most exciting incident of the proceedings as Rutherford managed to slip away by himself and carry the ball along with great dexterity almost into the Everton goal, when the Everton custodian effected a truly glorious safe, to the delight of Everton's supporters who must have thought that was all over. Mutual play followed for some time in midfield, until the stripes were awarded a free kick, but the wind demons once again exacted his due.
Jack Sharp next took charge of the Everton advance but he was carefully attended by McWilliams who skillfully succeeded un preventing the crickter's centre when the remainder of the line was very advantageously placed. Rutherford now resumed operations and Abbott failing to hold him in check the winger middle cleverly and Taylor failed to stop his career and Rutherford dribbled prettily and speedily along the award. Luckily for Everton, however, none of the Noves were in a position to take advantage of the slip on Jack's part. The Noves soon became busy in Everton's territory, and Gosnell was successful in forcing a corner just as half time was announced with a clean sheet.

Half-time; Everton nil, Newcastle United nil.

Crystal Palace Besigned
An Immense Crowd of Spectators
Sandy Young Scores The Winning Goal
Cup Comes To Liverpool at Last
Operations were resumed at 4.26, Everton's chances did not look too rosy, as they had failed to score with the wind in their favour. Young started the leather on its eventful journey and Old Sol smiled on the efforts of the Blues who were awarded a fine send-away and from the resultant attack Sharp came very near to lowering Lawrence's colours. The Blues obtained the fixture adjacement to Lawrence and peppered away for all they were worth, but it did not result in a successful effort. Relief was afforded the Newcastlrian from the free kick, but Settle very soon found an opportunity of initiating an attack, and Sharp put in the leather neatly to Young. It looked as though the Everton centre would run right through, but the final shot was obviously deflected by the breeze which had worked such havoc with many good shots before the Novos put on pressure.
But there was no attempt to force matters both sides being content to play the purely scientific game and take chance of gaining a legitimate advantage.
Gosnell by smart play managed to evade Balmer, but so close was the Everton attack that Makepeace covered him. Up to this point he defence on both sides were quite superior to the attack, and neither of the custodian had been in danger seriously. From a combined forward move there was a pretty piece of passing between Sharp, Bolton, and Settle. But Aitken was too keenly alive to the danger of possibilities to allow the Blues to take any liberties. The Novos were attacking in fine formation within shooting distance of Scott when Taylor sliding out to resist their attentions was brought to grass, and from the free kick Bolton dashed away and gave Lawrence a hot handful. At this point the tactics of the Blues were magnificent and they were playing in dashing form.
Just a little piece of luck and the same might have been decided, which was not there, for after Sharp had made a glorious sprint down his wing and centred the ball Hardman ought to have promptly netted the ball but unfortunately, the amateur completely failed to be there when wanted. More mortification as to follow, for the ball rebounded off Hardman to Young and he made no mistake about netting it. When the cumulous roars of the Blues had subsided it was only to realize that the ardently desired netting operation had been ruled off side. The Blues took their disappointment gamely and attacked with diminished determination but with no result. Then came an extremely ominous advance by the Newcastle right which the Everton defenders seemed unable to save and it was left to Howie to carry the ball over the goal line., there did not seen any call for despondency in the Everton front up to this point but certainty the Newcastle line developed assize magnificently movement as perfect in its exception and so admirably executed that the Everton defence was out-manicerved at every point.
Finally Rutherford put in a centre and though hampered by several expectant Novos Scott is alive. A repetition of this dose would go a long way towards transporting the cup to Newcastle. The Blues opened out prettily in line, but the forward pass to Young put him offside but Makepeace grandly averted Newcastle endeavored to improve their advantage. Next followed an unexpected pass from Young, which Bolton strived at only too late, or Lawrence would have assuredly been defeated. Sharp next showed up very prettily on the left wing and forced a centre which Hardman executed very prettily.
Once more luck was against Everton, Settle heading into the hands of Lawrence. The Novos now turned on full steam and attacked with such grim determination that it seemed almost impossible for Everton defence to resist the onslaught. There was a pretty exchange in midfield, there was still twenty minutes to play and the palm of victory was not in slight for a more perfectly balanced and evenly contested game, it would be difficult to imagine. But just when success seemed furthest away it suddenly appeared un sight, and this time materialized, with no offside to mar its lustre. There was a pretty exchange in midfield between Taylor and Settle, and the little man passed along smartly to Sharp, who resisted the attentions of McWilliams, and dashing along centred like a flash clean into the goal mouth, Young smartly following after the leather and finished up by doing the trick in fine style.
Needless to say the pant-up feeling of the vast multitude broke forth in such a volume of sound that it was a wonder the threatening rain-clouds overhead did not discharge their deluge. The Novos did not take the reverse lying down and they pulled themselves together very gamely and indulged in a sequence of attack. Final Result Everton 1 goal, Newcastle United nil.

Comments on the Game
By F.E.H.
“The third time counts for all.” If there is any truth in the proverb, Everton should carry off the Cup today. Well, we shall know all about it in another couple of hours. Here in front of the Great Glasshouse, with its glorious surroundings of verdure and foliage all is brightened and animation. The beautiful grounds never looked better, but most of the visitors have eyed for nothing but the coming fight. How they rush and jostle each other in their endeavour to secure convenient places. Yet it is a good homoured company withal, and partisans laughingly chaff each other. Here are a couple of Northumberland minors carrying on a warfare with two Liverpool dockers, and oh, the language.
Still, as I say, the arguments for the most parts are good natured and there is no suggestion of coming to blows. In front of the grand stand whereon are grouped all the leading lights of the football world, a capital head is discoursing sweet music, and all is merry as a marriage bell. It is a great occasion and Kipling might have sung of its as thus;-
Oh, East is East and West is West
Yet Mersey and the Tyne now meet
To out the issue to the test
With supple limbs and nimble feet
On West is West and East is East
And each has got their spirits up
To cheer us with a football feast
And linter alia cop the Cup
We are settling down in our place, when the sky becomes overcast and rain threatens.
Still we keep our spirits up and it is wonderful to watch the way the vast arena gradually fills up. In the trees that fringe the Peage side are scorers of venturous sprints who do not mind risking their limbs so long as they can see an historian encounter. It seems to me that there are scarcely so many ladies present, as usual, but plenty of colour is lent to the scene by the military who as usual are present in great force. Half an hour, before the start the minutes began to drag rather painfully, and it was interesting to notice the anxious faces of the rival directors. Judged by the solemnity of some of them, the fate of compares might be at stake. All the same, it is a great function and ought not to be treated lightly.
Only a quarter of an hour now intervened between the patient spectators and the sport and everyone's spirits rise as the sun breaks through the envious cloud and once more lights up the scene. The police now begin to invite the promenade's to take theirs cats, and the only people left in possession are the “camera Sends” who are holding quite a field day. The remaining minutes are passed quickly and than a roar up as Andy Aiken leads his men into the arena. They look fit and well and trot jauntily, but in much greater volume of sound rises to the heavens when Taylor and his men resplendent in Blue jerseys appear. The prelimmaried are quickly settled and a capital augury comes in Taylor winning the toss. A few seconds later they are off.
In a few moments 80,000 people are in the throes of excitement. Then half back play on both sides had cheers and counter cheers. Then Everton makes ground and has the benefit of a couple of free kick. From the latter of these disaster nearly overwhelms Newcastle for Sandy Young gets his head to the ball and Lawrence was distinctly luckily in getting the ball over the bar. Bravo, Everton! This looks like good business, for there is nothing like a capital start. This is apparently the common of Rutherford,
who sprints away on his own account, but the splendid old war-house –the only man who figured in the last final –clears the danger. We now have another spell of midfield work, and Mr. Kirkham shows firmness in checking a little unnecessary vigiour on the part of Young. The ball is thrown up, and Everton again show a disposition to trouble Lawrence, but Bolton shoots ridiculously wide. So far the Evertonians are having all the best of the game. They are distinctly quicker on the ball than their opponents. This fact became apparent when Taylor forces a corner kick but Carr cleared. The Blues however, have evidently developed the bump of pertinently, for another corner is forced. Sharp places it with his usual accuracy and once again Young tired to head the leather into the net. We all told our breaths and them there is a chorus of Ohs” as the ball passes just over the cross-bar.
Everton are now all over their rivals and, though the breeze is helping them, they are palpably playing better football. The pressure comes to an end at last, and Rutherford bounds away like a stag Abbott however, rushes to the rescue, and saves the situation at the expense of a corner. The Newcastle effort had only been a flash in the pan, but it might have ended awkwardly for the Blues. A few minutes elapse and the Evertonians are once again on the warpath, Settle from long range sending outside. This gives the United a chance to make ground on the left, but both Gosnell and Orr are dilatory and Balmer clears.
The Northerners now rouse themselves to some purposes and despite two temporary cheers by the Everton halves Orr regains possession and sends the ball curling right across Scott's charge and just out of play –a very narrow squeak for Everton. Newcastle still stuck to their guns and for a time Everton are kept strictly on the defensive but relief comes when Rutherford shoot wide. Matters are now rather more evenly balanced and the great crowd begins to urge both sides to “play up.”
Seeing that the whole twenty-two men are doing their level best, this exportation seems a little superfluces. But it seems to have the effect of spurning on the United forwards to superhuman efforts and both Rutherford and Orr try their luck with long shots. Then by one of those curious changes which no one can explain the pace slows down in a most remarkable manner, and for a time play was distinctly dull and uninteresting. Both sets of forwards attempts to breakaway but the half-backs work on each side is enorinously cleverly and thus the ball is kept well in midfield. Sharp makes an effort to distinguish myself, but Carr is one too many for the cricketer and our next thrill comes when Rutherford gets the ball from Veitch and running in shoots with lightning like force but the Irish goalkeeper is fully equal to the occasion. Nerving himself as though to receive a charge of cavalry be literally throws himself on the oncoming ball, and managers to put it outside. It is a magnificent feat of custodianship and earns the plaudits of friend and foe alike. This has been the most exciting incident of the match so far and it gives the game quite a fillip. Everton tried to make their presence felt, but there is always that confounded trio at half-back blocking the way, and twice Young and Settle are pulled up just as they appear to be wriggling through.
The interval is now almost upon us and desperate efforts are made by the combatants to claim the lead. In this, however, neither side is successful and though United force a corner nothing happens, and when half time was sounded we draw blank, “as the foxhunter say.” During the brief breathing space the sun, which had retired some time before, again graped the assembly and there was every prospect of a hot forty-five minutes when the players reappeared. It was thought by many among whom was your humble servant that Everton had not made the best of their chances in the first half, and it was generally conceded that Newcastle with the wind in their favour would put on full stream. However, speculation is futile. Eleven minutes has elapsed and we are off again. The Everton right wing sniffed the breeze and Sharp like a young warhorse bent in battle, rushes off at a tremendous speed, and puts in a glorious shot which just fails.

In spite of holding the weather gauge the Newcastle men are being pressed back upset their own defence and it is only at the last moment that McCrombie saves from Young. Sharp meanwhile is evidently burning to set the seal upon his season's work by giving his side the lead, for he again rushes forward and only fails when close in front of Lawrence. On the grindstone those countenances to which I alluded some time ago are becoming graver I wonder if the rival directors are really enjoying the game. They scarcely look it. Play is now marked by some excellent long passing, and both ends are tested in turn without the spectators being given an opportunity of yelling themselves hoarse. Sharp once again takes up the argument and showing a clean pair of heels to Carr he sends the ball swinging right across to the United goalmouth. Hardman on the opposite wing ought to get to the ball but he misses it, and Young who a standing in an offside position, cannot resist the temptation to net the leather. Many thousands of course think it is a legitimate goal, and a roar of voices never berate over the Survey world. Alas Mr. Kirkham has not the slightest hesitation in declaring the point offside and the Everton supporters sink back into their seat with varying expressions. Most of these it is almost unnecessary to add, are more forcible than polite.
Newcastle appreciating the fortune of war now return to the attack in resolute fashion and Roberts send in a glorious swinging shots which Scott deals with manfully. Time is on the wing, and we have still to see first goal scored. Shall we have the satisfaction ? People are beginning to ask each other. Visions of a reply at Owlerton Park next Saturday arises before us. Rutherford flies along the wing like a fashion but he stumbled at the critical moment and Scott is left untroubled. Along the Everton left and from a free kick close in Settle made the ball right into the goalmouth. Lawrence, however, is thoroughly alert and thus another possible goal is lost to us. Sharp and Carr who appear to have developed a great affection for each other – that is to say, they rarely leave each other have a series of amusing struggles in which they alternately come off second best. The cricketer was the first to get the best of the deal, for taking a pass by Taylor he raced through and neatly passes the ball to Young who has no difficulty in scoring. First blood to Everton. Was ever such a roar heard before.
The good folks from Liverpool are apparently going wild with delight. Women change colour and strong men sob with emotion. Success surely is now Everton's portion. It cannot be otherwise. But the Newcastle men have opinions of their own on the subject for they “buck up” surprisingly and as the great game drawn to a close the excitement is immense. Evertonians are all “nods and beaks and wretched smiles. “