15 February 1947 Blackpool 4 Preston North End 0
BLACKPOOL’S BIGGEST WIN OF THE SEASON
Goal-scoring lesson for North End
CHANCES TAKEN
Blackpool 4, Preston North End 0
By “Spectator”
TWENTY men recruited from the Employment Exchange cleared all the terraces and paddocks of snow at Blackpool today before the gates were opened for this all ticket match.
The field was left under the half-inch of snow which has frozen on it during the week.
That was a lesson Blackpool learned at Highbury last week, but without hesitation Mr. J. Briggs, of Cheadle, passed it.
The lines were painted red. Eight hundred tickets for the ground and paddocks were left for sale an hour before the match another consignment having been returned from Deepdale.
There were soon queues for them at the kiosks.
Preston North End, whose Cup-tie with Sheffield Wednesday on Monday has again been postponed, fielded the Cup team.
Blackpool had Dick at inside-left for the first time in the absence of Eastham, one of the week’s influenza casualties.
This time there was no last-minute stampede on the 42 turnstiles. Half an hour before the teams took the field, which resembled an Arctic plain, there were 20,000 people waiting.
A record postwar attendance approaching 29,500 was present at the kick-off.
Rattles and bells made a chorus as the teams appeared in the first gleams of sunshine which visited the Fylde for weeks.
Teams:
BLACKPOOL: Wallace, Shimwell, Sibley, Farrow, Hayward, Johnston, Nelson, Munro, Mortensen, Dick, and Blair.
PRESTON NORTH END: Fairbrother, Beattie (A.), Scott, Shankly, Williams, Hamilton, Finney, McLaren, McIntosh, Beattie (R) and Wharton.
Referee; Mr. J. Briggs (Cheadle).
This was an austerity Saturday. No paper supplies were permitted for the programmes, and the names of the players selected were shown on a chalked board.
A fast raid by Preston’s forwards opened the match.
An offside whistle halted it out on the left wing with Wharton racing into an open space.
Within a minute, in spite of a surface on which the ball skidded away from the men continually, Nelson took Mortensen’s long pass, released a forward pass to Munro, raced away - to the line, passed his full-back before hitting the side net with the other full-back crossing to meet him.
PRESTON'S TURN
Direct from this raid, Preston’s front line tore away again, and after Hayward had been beaten by a ball which bounced away from him, Johnston had to concede a comer in a neck or nothing tackle of McIntosh as the centre forward reached shooting position. The pace was fast, incredibly fast on such an ice rink.
Continuously, Preston attacked for a time, and after a barrage of shots had been repelled in one full line raid which the consummate craft of Tom Finney had created, Hayward was laid low by a thunderbolt which put him out for the full count.
The Blackpool public have not seen a Cup-tie this season. They were seeing one today, even if it was not given that title.
Once the Blackpool forward line began to go into action it was impressive.
One advance on the left, opened by Johnston and continued by the left wing forwards, ended in Blair taking Dick’s final pass, crossing a ball which Scott cleared on the line of a gaping goal.
That was in the 10th minute of the half. Before the 14th, Blackpool were leading 2-0.
The man who was included only because another forward was ill put both goals to his name.
A raid down the centre produced the first goal, tore a gap in the middle of North End’s stampeded defence.
In front of two forwards - Mortensen and DICK - an elusive ball bounced. Each man lost it before the inside left darted to it, shot it fast into the roof of the net as it was racing away from him again near a post.
SECOND GOAL
This goal came in the 12th minute.
Two minutes later Blackpool won two corners in half a minute
From the second No. 2 goal came.
Nelson crossed a perfect ball from the flag.
DICK leaped to it, close to the near post in the inside right position, and off his head it shot so fast that Fairbrother watched it pass him into the far wall of the net.
HAMMERED
Afterwards the North End defence was in a state bordering on panic, was being hammered non-stop for minutes on end.
Its wing halves and fullbacks were constantly passed by Blackpool forwards moving faster to the ball in every position.
Blackpool’s pressure continued. Great all-out football it was, faster than North End could produce on the frozen snow.
In the 20th minute there should have been a hat-trick for Dick, as a made-to-measure centre from the progressive right wing was crossed, and the ball lost by the inside-left in front of another gaping goal.
Not that Preston were out of the game. Within two minutes of this escape it was nearly 2-1.
It would have been if Hayward had not crossed to the left wing after Sibley had lost Finney, who, cutting in fast, was selecting a part of the net to hit as the centre-half halted him with a flying tackle.
BRAKE ON PRESTON
Preston raids by this time had become almost a major incident. Nearly all the football was moving at a hell-for-leather pace on to the Preston goal.
Three men, including the wandering Blair, were constantly stalking Finney; Johnston, too, was cutting off Shankly’s passes to his forwards.
This move, probably rehearsed, was putting the brake on Preston.
In the 32nd minute North End threw a goal away. There was a raid down the centre. A pack of men battled for the elusive ball.
At last, Wallace, grabbing at it, caught it and was escaping with it as McIntosh was charged in the back.
It was a penalty, and Mr. Briggs gave it in spite of Blackpool’s vehement protests.
Finney took the kick, adopting the Willie Buchan technique, gliding the ball away from Wallace, but so slowly that the goalkeeper reached it in a cat’s leap to his right.
Another minute, and it should have been 3-0.
Blackpool’s three inside forwards found themselves unexpectedly in possession of the ball within half a dozen yards of Fairbrother, but in the end Dick could only stab it slowly into the goalkeeper’s arms.
The Preston forwards were a little less speedy as the interval approached.
Half-time: Blackpool 2, Preston North End 0.
SECOND HALF
For the first time in the afternoon Williams lost the ball in the first minute of the second half.
It nearly cost a goal, and gave Mortensen an open path which was closed as he was shooting.
In the next minute North End had a goal disallowed.
It was Finney who created a raid which ended in two centres raking Blackpool’s goal.
From the second, Wharton headed wide of Wallace in a big leap for a goal which Mr. Briggs disallowed for offside before the Preston men could begin to jubilate.
It was grand football which North End played afterwards. Yet in a breakaway in the fifth minute of the half Blackpool were given a goal on a plate to make it 3-0.
Two men. Beattie (A.) and Williams moved to the ball, lost it as it came to a standstill in the snow, and left the alert MORTENSEN, all on his own.
The centre-forward advanced a dozen yards, with no man within yards of him, and almost walked the ball past the deserted Fairbrother for his 18th goal of the season.
Even after this, North End’s forwards were constantly in the game, Finney putting pass after pass into a goal area where his inside forwards as repeatedly missed them.
North End seemed fated not to score today.
In the tenth minute of the half, Blackpool had a big escape as Shankly punted into a packed goal area a free-kick from which McLaren hit a post.
In a nearly impossible position, North End continued to attack.
In spite of all this pressure, which continued for minutes, it was nearly 4-0 the next time the Blackpool forward line entered the game.
The North End defence left another of those wide open spaces. Into it, from Nelson’s pass, Mortensen raced, and shot from 30 yards out a ball which was rising so fast that Fairbrother had to make the save of the match to punch it over the bar.
Twenty minutes of the half had gone when North End had a goal refused. This time the referee said. “No” as McIntosh shot past Wallace from close range.
There was a bit of a scene, the Preston centre-forward protesting against the decision so excitedly that Mr. Briggs threatened to produce his notebook.
Still Preston attacked, Wallace dived at McLaren’s feet to snatch away a ball which was bouncing in front of his goal in a raid which ended in McIntosh catapulting full tilt over the wall of the Kop terrace and requiring attention before he came limping back.
You had to admire Preston’s refusal to admit defeat even when three goals in arrears.
Hayward was magnificent in a Blackpool defence under a hammering pressure.
Yet, as often happens, a fast Blackpool breakaway scored the next goal. A grand goal it was - the best of the match.
Nelson made it. He found an open space in the Preston defence, saw MORTENSEN all on his own, and gave the centre-forward a pass which the latter took as it reached him.
Fairbrother was left on his own, galloped out a dozen yards, reached with his finger tips a ball sailing high over his head, and fell backwards as it spun out of his reach into the back of the net.
Result:
BLACKPOOL 4, (Dick 12, 14 min, Mortensen 50, 73 min)
PRESTON NORTH END 0.
COMMENTS ON THE GAME
BLACKPOOL SHOULD QUIT MAD TRANSFER RUSH
By “Spectator”
Jottings from all parts
BY "SPECTATOR" 15 February 1947
Yet there’s always a big welcome waiting for them when they report on match-days. Harry Johnston has made a shrewd and considerate captain. There was never a happier Blackpool team.
And returning on Sunday in a blizzard, they were back again at Blackpool Central before 4-30 in the afternoon, which was an hour earlier than when the team came back from Charlton in December on a clear, snowless day.
Take a bow - L.M.S.!
Today, only four months later, the centre-forward is out of the Highbury team, and offers for him would not be rejected.
That shows how fleeting is fame in present-day football.
Yes, Arsenal would transfer him today if a club would pay the price. What is the price? I was told in a conspiratorial whisper last weekend that it would be about £14,000.
ALL these Easthams can play football. George Eastham, the Blackpool forward, has a son in the Revoe School team already.
The boy is only 10; but already he is showing great promise, not only according to his father, but according to qualified and impartial judges.
This family has always taken to football as a duck to the water.
Not one Blackpool forward had scored more than once in a match since Willie Buchan’s three against Portsmouth on September 23.
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