EVERTON 3 MANCHESTER CITY 0 (F.A.Cup Game 138)
May 1 1933. Liverpool Post and Mercury
Everton's F.A. Cup Triumphant At Wembley
A Record “Hat-Trick” by The Blues.
How The Great Victory was Won
Goals by Stein, Dean and Dunn
Manchester City Outclassed.
Everton's victory at Wembey on Saturday was of the easiest in recent Cup finals. By three goals to nothi8ng Everton beat Manchester City and won the Cup for the second time in the history of the club, and completed a record which may never be equalled –that of winning the Second Division championship, the First Division and the Cup in successive years, which in these days of keen competition, is a remarkable “hat-trick” of honours. Everton thoroughly deserved their victory. The goals were scored by stein, Dean and Dunn, and the whole side played cool, calculating football.
On the other hand, the City defence was very shaky almost from the beginning. The numbering of the players, for the first time in a final tie, was greatly appreciated by the spectators.

By “Bee.”
Everton F.C. are on their way rejoicing. They bring with them the Football Association Cup that evaded them since 1906 when they beat Newcastle by one goal. They went two better at Wembley on Saturday before nearly a hundred thousand people in perfect weather and a setting that was extremely beautiful, graced as it was by the Duke of York (the king was unable to be present) and nothing more remains, but the homecoming per Lime-street Station just before eight o'clock tonight, and the civic reception at the Town Hall, after which the winning team will wend its way –wends is the right term in the circumstances –to Goodison Park, there to most enthusiastic Everton followers, the ground being thrown open and music being provided.
Mt task just now is to review the match, and I am doing so without having seen of heard anyone's opinion. It is better that way, because one may easily fall by inference or interference through communications with other onlookers. My view uninterrupted ends me to say at once there could be no possible shadow of doubt about the better side winning. The margin was not unkind to Manchester City; they deserved their second half endeavour, but Everton by then had made the issue safe and by what methods? Just the good old-fashioned methods of playing all together, not as unite.

What Manchester City sped off they did so through two main avenues and one “back street” (McMullan's subtlety). They had to depend upon the racing raids of Brook and Toseland. Everton on the other hand, played well together; it was everybody's job to help the other comrades; there was not one outstanding individualistic run; not one solo among eleven members, all beforming in the same pleasant suit; it was all round, ability and blend that won this game, and a steady refusal to be rattled into the nervy state by the wild rushing of the City forwards. Let me state at once that the game took three distinct turns and leadings. First it was City's attack that prevailed with out a shot of note then it became all Everton right up to half-time. On the resumption Everton again took command, but finally having obtained a lead that needed three to the other side to overthrow the leaders Everton merely awaited the final whistle. And Manchester City wound up on a note of fiery endeavour that was mere prattle; they were like child that was always going to. They never kept their word and did not help their promise.
In the second half they must have been on the attack for the best part of 25 minutes and they merely beat themselves against the well-planned defence trinity. This could not be a wildly exciting game to the onlookers who had not come from either Manchester or Liverpool, the reason for the lack of special thrill was that the goals were close-ups in each case; threat Manchester City were made to be disappointing by their all-round excellence of Everton.

Unavailing Raids.
City were as good as Everton allowed them to be, and that goodness was mainly concealed into spasms of attacking raids which bore no finally and never looked like producing tangible result. No, Everton were masters of this game as soon as the City goalkeeper had blundered into upper-cutting a ball with his hands when he might have edged it over the bar; later Langford made the same error.
He was watching a corner kick and stretching out his hands he barely brushed the ball, which went into the net aided by the ever attentive Dean than whom there is no forward quite so good in “timing” his heading, charging or gauging an on onside position. The game could not be one long thrill with the winners dominating the game to a degree rarely seen in Cup Finals. Actually Everton have broken Wembley records by scoring the clearest victory, 3-0, and at this stage, it is well we should sturdy the make-up of the goals. The first came to Stein in forty minutes. Every Everton follower had a notion that if Everton were to win they must have a leading goal from Stein, who had become the shooter0in-chief, while others had rather gone out of the fashion of making goals.
Stein had already had one shot at City goalleeper, and the latter saved by the device of dropping to his knees, and though the ball with its hot pace, escaped his vigilant hands, it travelled on to the buffer of Langford's body. Britton swung across a handing centre, and Stein having closed in, the Manchester defence was near breaking point. For this reason; Langford looked for attention from dean and the backs bothered the goalkeeper, but left a gap so that Stein could use his right foot and towering over the left-hand of the goal space, drive home a fast shot.

Sustained Pressure.
One goal often suffices in Cup finals, but last year Newcastle won after being a goal down. So Everton realised that they must keep up their pressure, which had been sustained upon the uncertain backs and goalkeeper from the 20 th minutes to the 45 th minute, which was the retiring period. Now Manchester City had the sun at their backs (Dean had started right by winning the toss and having the sun at his back), and Manchester showed a spurt that looked compelling till it came to the path of Cresswell or Cook or Sagar's safer hands.
In seven minutes the issue had been settled. Britton took a throw in, feinted to move this way and that way, and finally sent in his second successful lobbowler's length. Dean seized this as a scoring chance. Again Langford reached out one hand towards the ball was beating him and one eye upon Dean. Actually Dean charged his foreman fairly and squarely, and I verily believe tha ball was just over the line when Langford took a seat, lying flat and Dean brushed the ball into the net.

A Decisive Stroke.
There was a decisive factor, with Britton as the workman and a forward as the max with the finishing touch. Dean had missed such a chance in the first half that he would relish this redeeming goal. The goal had been gaping at him; Dean had to whiff the ball to the back of the net with his foot, his knee or his chest. Dean raised his right foot to attain his object and the ball passed under the back of his knee. The crowd was stunned; Manchester was “much obliged” and felt it was some consolation for the absentee of their crack centre-forward. Tilson, who could not play in this game and was unable to play as a schoolboy international and as an England international through the same cause –injury.
However, Everton 2 up and 48 minutes to go were content to trust themselves and their defence. For a long time the game took a decided Manchester resign; with the game inefficiency neat goal, with the same slicking of the ball by wingers and the ragged half back play that had obtained, where skill was opposed to be at its highest point. I do not remember a team falling away so quick and definitely as Manchester City. McMullan started like an artist and finished a tried man; Busby started brilliant with scientific moods and moves and Bray was throughout the complete half-back, but he stood alone in this matter, and only Brooks and Toseland showed up in the other regions, Marshall being a spent force, and Herd, tried at centre-forward, ploughing a lonely field and doing best with his head, but being utterly unatile to get through the avenue that was "“surrounded” by White, Cresswell, and Cook.
City piled on pressure and pace without finality; the more they tried the more they broke their own curbed belief; they ran into the clinchest; they were easy prey for two men of direct opposite tastes in defence; Cook the lover of the lusty kick and Cresswell the fine-art dealer who with head and the took all raids as his special pleasure. He shattered them all.

Nervy Play.
City on the other hand, went in for a lot of nevry play; they found “touch” at the slightest provocation; they did not want to keep the ball in play; they wanted to ensure that nothing came from their end, and they misused the ball; they had fallen from the constructive to the destructive agencies; their fearful policy urged them to kick clear for a corner kick if needs, but get the ball away from the foot.
It was poor football brains because they lost the final tie, in my judgement, through the stress they brought on themselves by giving away corner kicks. In the first half they conceded so many that they came to fear Stein's trusty centre. Stein has a partnership with Johnson in these matters. Johnson “lies” in front of the goalkeeper, and Stein applies a certain amount of hook to his delivery. As the corner is taken Johnson either “dicks” his head or runs slightly forward and thus distracts the goalkeeper's attention. Corner kicks have had so little value for forty years that one must applaud any players who make good use of the free kick.
Stein was a model corner kick taken and he had so many chances to display his accuracy that the City defence started to make and take up positions that were not warranted; Cann began worst, and Dale followed his as time went on. So Manchester courted defeat by the over-plus pressure of corner kicks, taken with due regard to sense of direction and strength. The third goal was quite the prettiest of the lot and served to save Geldard, perchance, some of the bitting criticism that comes to those who conquer. Geldard took a corner kick with a fine touch, and Dunn the doubtful starter of Friday got his head to the ball and swung it to the left-hand side of the goal –a picture effort-and the concluding item in the Cup agenids.
Everton had won 3-0; won by convincing methods by their superior craftsmanship, by all-round merit, with hardly a weakness, and with a lot of solid work interspersed with the daintier touches of Johnson and Dunn. True, this was not sparkling football from the highest angles or criticism, but those who see finalists know the human factor is the biggest winner at Wembley, and certainly Everton played a game that sent Manchester City in hiding; without Everton's delightsome phrase and steadiness this game would have been a thing to forget; Everton saved it by their own merit and excellence. Where every man contributed his portion it is irksome to say anything about each player, but I must pay tribute to Sagar's leaping and catching, a faultless display and ticklish when high and awkward shots came between the goalkeeper and the upright; Cook and Cresswell have already been “decorated” at half-back Britton was outstanding because he did everything by way of a morsel of artistry. He toyed with the ball just long enough to turn it in the space of a foot or less, and then made his pass or his swinging centre towards goal.
Britton had not superior, although Busby started remarkably well and Bray was consistency itself, Britton was an artist; White closed the middle piece to inside forwards, and gave Herd very little chance; Thomson had a task early on in facing the undoubtedly skilful Toseland and the longer he played the more certain. Thomson got his tackling grip on the right wing pair till he covered Marshall right out of the issue. Forward, as elsewhere, one cannot spilt the side; Dean never headed with more value; Cowan is a big man to face; he has generally won the duels with Dean, but here Dean glided and glanced the ball with rare distinction, and by his side Johnson and Dunn added their strength.

The Wingers.
On the extreme wings there was a quietude one doesn't expect. Geldard had his inspired moments but he was generally crowed out through delaying his finest move. Stein always a match winner, was kept die for long stretches, but in the first half showed unmistakably how he had rattled the City defences. Stein had not one of his spectacular “running” days any more than Geldard had his share; the truth was the ball did not go that way to any degree. This match was won through team spirit and consistent endeavour through the combined measures; Manchester City's methods of dash and grab has been insufficient against a defence that was so strong, none being better than Cresswell. Nervous strain ran through the losers defence; confidence reigned supreme in the Everton side.
They had their shaky moments in earlier rounds at Goodison Park, having got to the final tie they seemed to deal relieved and they never gave a trace of losing their nerve. Worthy winners, therefore by a margin that was justified by the way the various ranks played. After 27 years Everton bring back the Cup. They started at Leicester in the opposing round; that day Stein, Dean and Dunn scored.
So they merely began as they intended to go on. And in the final tie they ended as they had begun with goals to Stein, Dean, and Dunn. It was a happy day for the citizens of Liverpool, and followers of Everton. F. C. The Duchness of York, with the Duke by her side, presented the Cup to Dean. Teams: - Everton: - (1) Sagar, goal; (2) Cook, and (3) Cresswell, backs; (4), Britton, (5) White and (6) Thomson, half-backs; (7) Geldard, (8), Dunn, (9), Dean (captain), (10) Johnson and (11) Stein, forwards. Manchester City: - (22) Langford, goal; (21) Cann and (20) Dale, backs; (19) Busby, (18) Cowan, and (17) Bray, half-backs; (16) Toseland, (15) Marshall, (14) Herd, McMullan (13), and Brook (12), forwards. Referee Mr. E. Wood (Sheffield). Linesmen; Mr. G. T. Gould (London), Mr. F. Ratcliff (Middlesex).