23 August 1947 Blackpool 3 Chelsea 0
BLACKPOOL TOO HOT FOR CHELSEA’S TRIERS
Mortensen fairly sizzles
VISITORS WILT
Blackpool 3, Chelsea 0
“THEY’RE off”
Fourteen weeks only after the Cup-holders, Charlton Athletic came to town to close the 1946-47 season, another London team, Chelsea, opened the 1947-48 season at Blackpool this afternoon, before a crowd of 29,000.
Blackpool fielded a forward line which, from outside-right to centre-forward had an international in every position, with another among the half-backs.
Chelsea had to make a shuffle after Tom Lawton, the England centre-forward, had pulled groin muscle in training.
Rumours that he was asking for a transfer were still denied by the Chelsea directors when they reached Blackpool last night.
Three-quarters of the playing area has been relaid during the summer. A fortnight of blazing sunshine - a sun which was still blazing on to the field this afternoon - has not, as a result, scorched the earth.
Teams:
BLACKPOOL: Wallace, Shimwell, Suart, Farrow, Hayward, Johnston, Matthews, Munro, Mortensen, Dick and McIntosh.
CHELSEA: Robertson, Winter, Bathgate, Goddard, Harris, Armstrong, Spence, Walker, Machin, Goulden and Dolding.
Referee: Mr G. S. Blackhall of Wednesbury.
Chelsea defended the north goal in the glare of the sun after Johnston had won the toss for Blackpool
Raging excitement, and a pace which could never last tore the early football to tatters.
In the first planned raid Harris beat Mortensen in a race after Johnston’s pass. A minute before the centre-forward hooked a high centre into Chelsea’s packed goal area as a prelude to an astute back pass which only just missed Matthews.
Blackpool’s pressure was non-stop for a time. Munro won one corner and Mortensen another within a minute.
The second was won by one of those forward passes which make Farrow such a great attacking half-back.
SOLO ACT
The first time Matthews entered the game as a solo act was at inside-right where he walked past two men before releasing a pass to Munro which the little man lost in a hit or miss tackle.
Chelsea’s defence was fast to its men and compact. Winter made one great clearance across the face of his own goal as Blackpool’s raids, many of them a little too close, continued.
When at last Wallace had a test, as Spence crossed a high falling centre, 12 minutes had gone.
The rest had been nearly all one-way traffic without a definite shooting position presenting itself until McIntosh, given a clear course by Mortensen. shot a bouncing ball into the side net.
BIG CHANCE
Three Chelsea men wait in vain
When at last a big chance presented itself to Chelsea, Machin, the deputy centre-forward who had wandered on to the left wing, crossed a centre on to the top of the net with three men waiting in a wide open and unprepared Blackpool defence.
It was helter-skelter football - a lot of it -but the pace was as fast as ever.
Mortensen swerved away once from Harris, a watchdog as close to him all the time as a brother, and compelled Goddard to the concession of Blackpool's third corner with the game still surging all the time on a Chelsea goal, but with few gaps gaping in front of it.
BIT OF A PANIC
A free kick was forfeited by a Blackpool defence in a bit of a panic with the Chelsea forwards at last making some sort of impression on the match.
A couple of minutes later, too, Shimwell halted a Chelsea left wing tearing into a shooting position. It was no longer all Blackpool.
Chelsea won another corner after Blackpool had demanded a penalty in vain as Mortensen, always in this game, as he seems to be in every game, fell under Winter’s no-nonsense tackle.
Yes, Mortensen was in it a lot. Matthews was still not in it as often as he might have been, and, I think, should have been. Too few passes were reaching him.
They were soon beginning to chant " Give it to Stan.” They were soon chanting a different chorus, for another Stan - the goal chorus.
It came in the 27th minute. It was a goal which had Mortensen written all over it.
A long ball came down the centre. The 5ft. 8in. of atomic energy which is the Blackpool centre-forward was waiting for it.
On to it this non-stop MORTENSEN swooped, raced away from one man as the bouncing ball eluded him, outpaced another, waited for the lone Robertson to come out to him, and hit the roof of the net a half second later with a shot to a tumult which nearly lifted the roof off the stands.
HAMMER AND TONGS
Chelsea defence hard put to it
A minute later this hammer and tongs raider nearly forced another path in a Chelsea defence which was at last visibly beginning to stampede under this sort of treatment.
Another minute and it was nearly 1-1, Chelsea’s centre-forward stabbing a short pass yards wide.
With 10 minutes of the half left Johnston was crippled, went out of the match for five minutes and returned to hobble at outside-left with Dick in the inside position.
Good honest football without any nonsense about it had given Blackpool a deserved half-time lead.
In the closing minutes of this half Matthews had played in nearly every position in the line - once he was visible at outside left - in a search for the passes which were still seldom coming to him on the right wing.
Half-time: Blackpool 1, Chelsea 0.
Second half
I heard at half-time that the gates had not been closed.
Blackpool took the field with Dick at inside-right, McIntosh at inside-left as partner to the limping Johnston, and Munro at left half.
A full length dive by Robertson to hold a ball shot wide of him by the alert Mortensen. and a grand interception by Hayward as the Chelsea forwards swooped on him in a line, were the two major incidents of this half's first five minutes.
There were early signs that Chelsea were no longer content to submit indefinitely to Blackpool’s earlier dictation.
A corner was won by a forward line moving with a greater decision everywhere, and the corner had not been cleared before Wallace made a brilliant despairing leap to his left to reach a ball which nearly gave Armstrong his first goal in his first League match.
UNBALANCED
Chelsea were raiding almost non-stop against a Blackpool team palpably out of balance in its shuffled formation.
They were saying “It’ll be 1-1 any minute” when it was 2-0 in the 11th
Again it was a one-man goal, and again, almost inevitably, it was MORTENSEN who shot it.
No vestige of peril appeared to beset Chelsea's goal. Another long lobbed ball came down the centre. Blackpool’s centre-forward was in position for it. took it with his back to Chelsea’s goal, cut inside, outpaced the left back, and, as the right was closing in shot a ball which hit the far wall of the net as Robertson, unsighted by the other back, was still in mid-air diving at it.
But Chelsea were still not out of it. Walker and Goulden, two grand inside forwards, built raid after raid, even after this second goal.
Once Wallace held magnificently high over his head and in a big leap a ball which the inside-right had headed away from him.
Mortensen, nursing a finger, was over the line for three minutes’ attention as these raids continued to hammer on the wall firmer than they had been, of the Blackpool defence.
FORWARD LINE
No settled plan this half
Afterwards the Blackpool of the first half began to reveal itself again, even with a forward line which could achieve no settled plan with its forces in an excusable disorder.
Chelsea were forced into retreat again. conceded two corners, and in the concession of the second were embroiled in such a foray under the Blackpool bar that, when at last the ball was cleared, a fullback was left so limp that it required a trainer and an ambulance man to make him fit for the game again.
Blackpool stormed on. A third goal came from a Chelsea defence by this time in an almost complete panic.
A ball bounced forward towards Mortensen, HARRIS intercepted it, cleared it anywhere, sliced it instead at such a speed that Robertson could not reach it in a full length dive as it passed a yard on the wrong side of the post.
That was a minor tragedy for Chelsea’s big star of the day.
It settled this match.
In the last five minutes McIntosh hit the outside of a post with the best shot of the match.
Result:
BLACKPOOL 3 (Mortensen 27 and 56 mins, Harris og 75 min)
CHELSEA 0
COMMENTS ON THE GAME
Crowds swarm to Bloomfield-road
ALL STAND SEATS SOLD
HOUR BEFORE START
By “Spectator”
IT'S SOCCER ONCE AGAIN
Blackpool should have a good season
By “Spectator”
They were all wrong.
Now everybody is up in the air. Now they are talking about a Division championship, are as confident as 12 months ago they were depressed.
But - yes, there’s always a “but.” Football has always been and will always be such a gamble.
AND if the public trial is worth anything, which, admittedly, is questionable, the Scottish junior international. Andy McCall, may soon have to be seriously considered.
All this, however, would appear to indicate an embarrassment rather than a poverty of talent, an indication that Blackpool’s team-building has been expressly designed to duplicate as many positions in the first team as possible.
If it has - and I think Manager Smith has ensured it, this manager who has achieved such a lot at such a comparatively small cost - then all these people who will never learn that there is nothing predictable as football - unless its the roulette wheel at a Continental casino - may be justified of their present sublime faith.
Jottings from all parts
BY "SPECTATOR" 23 August 1947
Why not? Nobody expects to walk into a theatre or to a cinema without paying. Why into a football ground.
There were, nevertheless, one or two reserves who attracted a lot of attention.
Crosland, who had the best first half on the field, was - if the simile is permissible on such a day - as cool as a cucumber, and the game confirmed yet again that one day Garratt will be a First Division full back.
But we knew nearly all this before.
All Blackpool waiting for kick-off
22 August 1947
MATCH FORECAST: Blackpool should beat a Chelsea team containing two front-line reserves and with Tom Lawton out.
ATTENDANCE FORECAST: The gates, open at 1-30, will be closed before 3 o’clock kick-off. All stand tickets will be sold by tonight.
WEATHER FORECAST: Too hot for football.
After the shortest close season on record, 14 weeks only after the last 1946-47 game was played on the ground, Blackpool take field again tomorrow with a team containing three internationals in the attack, another in the half-back line, and one of its full-backs, Eddie Shimwell, an England trialist.
Such a star cast is not necessarily fated to win all the medals, but Blackpool as a town has gone crazy about it, has for a month been in the grip of a raging football fever.
SEASON TICKETS
A year ago hundreds of the 750 season tickets were not sold. Today 2,000 have been printed and not a ticket is left.
Every day since the first was offered for sale there have been queues at the club’s office, where the staff has been working a 12-hour day.
A ground whose turnstiles will be allowed to admit only 29,500 people in accordance with Home Office instructions - legacy of the Burnden Park disaster last year - has become the famous pint-pot into which a gallon cannot be poured.
A decision has been taken already by the directorate, dreaming of the day when there will be a 60,000 stadium in the town, that the stands will have to be reserved for the next three home games - the evening matches with Huddersfield Town and Blackburn Rovers - and the visit by Wolverhampton Wanderers a fortnight today.
“UNLESS........"
"Unless we take these precautions,” announce the board "there will be chaos.”
Three times during the first month of last season the gates locked hundreds out of the ground.
Today high pressure work on the new broadcasting system has been ordered to enable commentaries on the match to be relayed to the people who may again have to be refused admittance to the ground.
Half of the pitch has been relaid. A 2d. eight-page programme is being printed again.
It is to be pre-1939 football at Blackpool again at last - and never has there been such a public for it, seldom a team of greater promise in the tangerine jerseys.
“They’re off!" at 3-0 pm tomorrow. These are the men at the post for the first test:
BLACKPOOL: Wallace: Shimwell, Suart, Farrow, Hayward, Johnston, Matthews, Munro, Mortensen, Dick, McIntosh.
CHELSEA: Robertson; Winter, Bathgate, Goddard, Harris, Armstrong, Campbell, Walker, Machin, Goulden, Dolding.
Lawton - “Pure conjecture” - Manager
A report that Tommy Lawton, Chelsea - and England centre-forward, has asked his club for a transfer was vigorously denied today by Mr. W. Birrell, the Chelsea manager.
“The club has not considered any application from the player and the whole thing is pure conjecture,” he stated.
“This subject blows up every season and it is time that it was scotched once and for all.”
Lawton strained a groin in the trial on Monday and has had to stand down for tomorrow’s game.
Provided there is sufficient support it is again intended to run trips to the away matches near at hand.
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In front (left to right): A. Smith, R. Gilfillan, A. Herne, M. McCormack, M. Ferguson, H. Kelly.
Second row: S. Matthews, A. Munro, G. Kennedy, S. Mortensen, Mr. J. Smith (manager), A McCall H. Doherty, R. Finan.
Third row: Mr. J. Lynas (trainer), G. Farrow, E. Hayward, H, Johnston, W. Lewis, J. McIntosh, G. McKnight, E. Fenton, Mr. J. Duckworth (assistant trainer).
Back row: T. Buchan, G. Dick, J. Robinson, J. Wallace, W. Buchan, E. Sibley, R. Suart.
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