4 February 1950 Blackpool 0 Manchester City 0



A DRAW-AND NEITHER SIDE DESERVED TO WIN

Passes astray in scrappy game

LITTLE PUNCH

Blackpool 0, Manchester City 0

By “Clifford Greenwood”

THERE was a time when a Manchester City match at Blackpool would have packed the ground. Those days apparently are gone - for a time.

This afternoon, with the City’s fortunes at such a low ebb that not one away match had been won this season, and with Blackpool preoccupied with the Cup, paddock tickets, scarce and nearly as precious as rubies a week ago, were still on sale half an hour before the kick-off.

There were not at that time 20,000 people on the ground. Afterwards the attendance increased rapidly, but obviously these Manchester City fixtures are not for Blackpool what they used to be.

After playing in 135 out of the last 137 League games and Cup- ties, Eric Hayward was out of the Blackpool team for the first time for 15 months.

As a result the team seemed almost unfamiliar, even if there were such an understudy as Johnnie Crosland to go into the gap.

YOUNG LEADER

The City forwards were led by 22-vear-old Billy Jones, a Liverpool recruit who was playing in his first First Division game of the season, with Billy Spurdle, the £12,500 signing from Oldham Athletic, making his bow in the Citv's colours.

It was not so cold as it has been. The turf was soaked by recent rains, and its apparently firm surface was, I suspect deceptive.

Teams:

BLACKPOOL: Farm; Shimwell, Garrett; Johnston, Crosland, Kelly; Matthews, McCall, Mortensen. Davidson, Adams.

MANCHESTER CITY: Trautmann; Phillips, Westwood; Spurdle, Fagan, Walsh; Oakes, Hart. Jones, Black. Clarke.

Referee: Mr. R. P. Hartley (Burnley).

THE GAME

Before the teams appeared in front of nearly 25,000, Stanley the duck was given a dress rehearsal for his Molineux appearance next week.

Harry Johnston celebrated his return to the captaincy by winning the toss.

Burt Trautmann, the Manchester City goalkeeper, the first German ever to play on the Blackpool ground in my memory, was in the Spion Kop goal. It was the other goal which was first menaced, Shimwell in the first half-minute conceding a corner to halt the City’s left wing.

It was an uncommonly long time, too, before the ball was cleared from the flag, and in the end it was left to Crosland to break up the raid.

Yet when the Blackpool forwards escaped the left wing built two raids in rapid succession. Adams crossing one centre which was a shade too fast for his partner before the man on the wing flighted over another ball which the fair - haired Trautmann held with complete confidence as he crouched close to the far post.

OFFSIDE DECISION

Afterwards the Blackpool front line raided continuously, one of those raids ending with a questionable offside decision against Davidson as this industrious Scot raced after a long-distance clearance by Shimwell.

Still, in spite of this brief pressure, a goal was near the next time the City’s front line went into action. Farm falling on his knees to hold a ball headed low at him and fast by Black.

And a minute later it required all Crosland’s speed - and he has plenty of it - to halt Jones as he went after another centre from the City’s fast, aggressive left-wing.

There were few signs in the subsequent football that the City were a team near the foot of the table. Twice, in fact, Crosland’s pace had again to be employed to close gaps which the speed of the City’s forwards was opening.

BLACKPOOL RAIDS

Shooting positions reached, chances missed

There was a little too much whistle for offences major and minor, and sometimes, as I saw it, for no offences at all.

Blackpool’s football, without being too convincing, was still creating shooting positions.

Davidson missed one bare sort of chance before McCall, working nonstop like the other inside man hit an awkwardly-bouncing ball high over the bar.

With 15 minutes gone it was about 50-50, and in that time one had scarcely seen Stanley Matthews in action at all.

The City were not on this opening quarter of an hour a team destined for relegation, and, in fact, in the 16th minute might have gone in front if Black had not lashed the ball high over the bar.

A minute later, too, Clarke nearly tore open the side net with a shot of almost venomous pace.

GREAT TACKLES

In City raids which followed it required great and desperate tackles by Garrett and Johnston within half a minute of each other to dispossess City forwards moving on to fast forward passes.

For a time afterwards it continued to be nearly all the City, with Blackpool’s passes missing their men repeatedly until at last Johnston found Matthews with a gem of a pass and the wing forward immediately lost the ball to a tackle which had no compromise in it.

Yet before the raid was cleared Fagan went thundering across to this wing to boot the ball completely out of the ground, which was presumably the measure of this centre half-back’s respect for the man on Blackpool’s right wing.

In continuing City pressure Crosland once stabbed back a ball too short, and in the end brilliantly retrieved his error as the alert Jones raced on to the pass.

CLOSE CALLS

Each goal has a big escape

Another minute - and nobody could complain that this game had no action and colour - it was nearly 1-0 against the City.

Adams raced away from his full-back and crossed a low centre which was beaten out once before Mortensen hooked It inches over the bar of an empty goal as he fell backwards under a tackle.

Three minutes later, exactly as the first half-hour ended, the Blackpool goal had its biggest escape.

There was a City raid down the centre. Crosland halted it, saw a forward tearing in on him, but obviously did not see his own goalkeeper racing out to take the ball.

In the end, the centre-half steered backwards a pass to a goalkeeper who was not there, stood watching, as 25.000 other people watched in silence, too, this ball bounce slowly towards an empty goal and miss a post by inches.

GOAL NEAR

The City should, I think, have been in front by this time and were, in fact, near to the lead again in the 33rd minute.

Black gave his partner a perfect pass inside the full-back, and Clarke crossed a fast ball which skidded away from the falling Farm, beat a couple of City forwards, and passed out by the far post.

Yet as often happens it was the other team that nearly snatched the lead and snatched it with a goal which would, in Jimmy Edwards’ phrase, have been a good one.

McCall accepted a pass from his partner and instead of making the expected pass shot barely over the bar at a pace which had Trautmann beaten.

It was the best shot a Blackpool forward had made all the half.

MATTHEWS

Brilliant run threatens City goal

Then in one brilliant move, all glitter and sparkle, Matthews careered across the field from one wing to the other and raced to the line before crossing a centre which Fagan was glad to clear anywhere.

Whenever Matthews was in the game, which was increasingly often as the interval approached, the City’s goal was in peril.

In one of these raids Trautmann fell forward to the right winger’s fast forward centre, and stood almost on his head in the mud as he snatched the ball away from the challenging Mortensen.

A couple of minutes later he made another clearance almost as theatrical at the centre-forward’s feet as this time the leader went haring after a copybook forward pass by Adams.

In between these two raids Black had shot wide.

These Maine-road forwards had missed too many of these chances in the first 45 minutes.

Half-time: Blackpool 0, Manchester City 0.

SECOND HALF

Farm was soon in action after the interval, falling full length almost in the first minute to reach a ball hit back at him fast by Garrett.

Within a minute Matthews won a corner and won it by pace and craft, and when inside the next minute the City raided on the right Farm held Oakes’ cross shot brilliantly.

It was, in the old phrase, six of one and half a dozen of the other. Neither team in the early minutes of the half could Achieve anything approaching a complete command.

Backwards and forwards the game surged.

One minute Kelly cut through superbly on his own before crossing a centre which Fagan reached to make an any port-in-a-storm clearance.

The next minute Crosland headed down short a ball which Black shot back at such a pace that Farm had to make one of the great saves of the afternoon by holding the ball brilliantly under the bar.

KELLY’S PASS

The next minute Kelly opened a raid with a fine crossfield pass to Matthews, and from it Matthews won another corner which was as profitless to Blackpool as corners always seem to be.

Yet there were signs at this time that Blackpool were pulling out all the stops at last.

In rapid succession Trautmann beat out centres from Matthews and Mortensen, the second after the leader had hooked the ball over his bodyguard’s head to make position brilliantly for himself.

All the time afterwards the City were going back in a retreat which, under pressure, revealed weaknesses in the Manchester defence.

Everywhere Blackpool were moving faster and with greater decision to the ball. Blackpool at last, in fact, appeared to mean business.

WINGS CHECKED

Shimwell and Crosland in grand clearances

Shimwell made a succession of grand clearances to hammer back City’s left wing, and Crosland twice halted the right wing.

A greater purpose was still revealing itself in Blackpool’s football, but passes were still wandering off the target, the inside men being the chief offenders, and it was seldom that a concerted advance was built.

Kelly was hurt as he was obviously just coming into his game, and with 20 minutes left Blackpool had him hobbling on the left wing, with Davidson among the half-backs.

Still, even with this formation. Johnston and Matthews in partnership forced a corner, and this time when the ball was crossed Trautmann punched at it and for once missed it, and for a bare second his goal was open.

YARDS WIDE

Nothing happened, however, and within a minute Oaks, racing down the centre after a long forward pass, shot yards wide as he fell under a challenge.

There was still little in it, and nothing whatever on the score board, as the game approached its last quarter-hour.

Five minutes from time Matthews zigzagged past four men before rolling to Adams a pass to which the left wing forward moved a shade late, with the goal gaping in front of him.

The City, content with a point, only the fourth this team have won away from home this season, were at times in unashamed retreat to hold this point in the closing minutes.

Result:

BLACKPOOL 0, 

MANCHESTER CITY 0

COMMENTS ON THE GAME

THIS was not one of those games which will be talked about for a long time.

The City had a lot of it, sufficient of it in the first half to have been in front by half-time. Afterwards Blackpool’s football had a new punch in it, and in spite of the positions supplied by Stanley Matthews, the oldest and still the best forward on the field, nobody could do anything in those positions.

Both the inside men made too many false passes for fluent movements ever to be built, and there was not, in fact, another forward in the line who ever threatened to break down a fast- tackling City defence.

The Blackpool defence served its purpose. Harry Johnston was tireless in defence, but fewer passes came from this half-back line than I have seen this season.

Johnny Crosland had nothing wrong with him, and such speed that it redeemed his occasional tendency to head his clearances short

GARRETT’S GAME

I thought Garrett had a convincing match all the afternoon, and Shimwell, in the last 45 minutes, nearly put out of circulation a wing which earlier had been eluding him.

Farm was as good a goalkeeper as he has been in every match I have seen him play during the last few weeks - and at times he required to be.

Blackpool’s game was too close at times on a ground never suited to such a game, but the Blackpool forwards, neither in front of goal nor in the open, were a scoring force today.

This was the first away point won by the City since October 22







WOLVES' IN-AND-OUT FORM MAY GIVE BLACKPOOL CUP CHANCE

From Our Wolverhampton Football Correspondent

WTHAT CAN BE SAID ABOUT WOLVES' PROSPECTS IN THE FA CUP COMPETITION, AND PARTICULARLY ABOUT THEIR CHANCES AGAINST BLACKPOOL ON FEBRUARY 11?

As the Wanderers beat Blackpool 3- 0 on the last day of the old year one could say Wolverhampton should be In the hat on the following Monday. But that would be a silly forecast to make.

For many matches before they played Blackpool Wolves were just 11 men who had lethargy stamped all over them. Then they came out of their shell. Since that time they have gone back to their old exasperating habit of  “any old time will do."

In their match with Sheffield United at Molineux they did not deserve a replay, and the average supporter did not give much hope for their chances at Bramall-lane.

However, they pulled that little bit of extra out of the bag and showed the Yorkshire crowd the style of football that took them to Wembley.

No complacency

NOW we come to the match with Blackpool. The players are not allowing the wonderful victory over Sheffield United to give them over-confidence because they are well aware of the great task in front of them.

The Wolves are generally a happy crowd, but underneath the facade of geniality there is a stern mind, and under the guidance of Manager Stanley Cullis they try never to take the opposition lightly.

They have a defence that has been holding the fort for a long time, but the real weakness has been the inside forwards who seem to be reluctant to shoot when they are in sight of goal.

Shooting practice

IT has been noticeable in training that under the watchful eye of Mr. Cullis these inside forwards have been concentrating on shooting from all angles in and around the penalty area.

If by the time they meet Blackpool in the Cup they have recovered their shooting powers, then they should restore the confidence their supporters have lost for the best part of three months.





THIS GLOOM IS ALL SO PREMATURE

BY "CLIFFORD GREENWOOD" 4 February 1950

WHY ALL THIS DEPRESSION ABOUT NEXT WEEKEND S CUPTIE?

The Blackpool public have become so accustomed to their team meeting and slaying rivals of no high repute that as soon as the Cup lottery sends them out of town to meet a team of relatively high class the reaction to the news is expressed in the terse phrase of the war years, “They’ve had it! ”

I’ve heard that and similar comments all the week since the fifth round draw was published on Monday.

There is little to warrant them.

There is, admittedly, the indifferent game against Doncaster Rovers a week ago. Nobody at headquarters seems inclined to excuse it, and, frankly, it was to this reporter almost incomprehensible.

A pitch in the grip of frost played havoc with whatever team plan Blackpool may have prepared. But the fact is - and it would be ungracious not to admit it - that £he Rovers adapted their game to the day as Blackpool never adapted theirs.

One of those days

IT was one of those days for Blackpool. Every team has one. Now that it is, so to speak, out of their system it may do Blackpool a bit of good, and will, I am convinced, send them into the fray next weekend intent on redeeming whatever reputation was lost against the gallant Rovers.

There is, definitely, no reason whatever because of this one fall from grace - even if it accentuated certain forward problems which may yet this season have to be remedied - to think defeat must inevitably be Blackpool’s lot next weekend.

Manager Joe Smith, who views his football with the stem impartiality of a realist, refuses to think so.

The big ’uns

"We can’t always come first out of the hat, and we can’t always expect to meet teams in a lower division,” he said.

"It wouldn’t, in any case, be good for the morale of any team.

"Why,” said this old warrior who captained Cup conquerors at Wembley, “we used to say at Bolton when they asked us whom we’d prefer to meet, ‘Why, the big ’uns every time. Let’s get them out of the way first!"

That is, unquestionably, the stuff to give the troops before a Cuptie, and a little of it would, I think, be sufficient to cure Blackpool of any sort of inferiority complex which the semi-fiasco of the Doncaster match may have induced.

Away record

BUT there are facts and figures too, apart from managerial "pep” speeches, which should encourage Blackpool in next week’s assignment.

For this Blackpool team away from home has not only played football which it has seldom approached on its own doorstep, as I can testify, but it has won at Portsmouth, Maine-road, Birmingham, Huddersfield, and Charlton, which is no mean sequence, and has collected a total of 14 points from 12 games on tour this season.

Cupties are, I know, different from League matches. I always think that to be at home in a Cuptie is nearly the equivalent of a goal start, or ought to be.

Blind pessimism

AND yet, in spite of that, I think also that Blackpool must have more than an outside chance in next week’s match.

A lot of people said a week ago that Doncaster Rovers had lost the tie at Blackpool before ever it began. 

Events proved them wrong. And events may also prove wrong the people who are saying now that Blackpool are doomed before the teams go into action next weekend.

Blind pessimism is often as stupid as bland optimism.


EASTER MAY DECIDE IN CENTRAL LEAGUE

EVERYTHING is sorting itself out in the Central League for a couple of key matches which may decide championship during, the Easter weekend.

Blackpool, the present leaders, have Burnley, the reigning champions and closest challengers for the title, as visitors on Good Friday and play the return match at Turf Moor on Easter Monday.

The results of those two games may settle the championship problem.

Blackpool, I think, were wise to play at Derby last weekend the match which would otherwise have been played on the Saturday between these two Burnley fixtures.

Now everything can be concentrated on the two Burnley matches assuming, of course, that there is no big upset at the top of the table in the next two months.

***

BILL ORMOND, the wing forward who left Blackpool for Oldham Athletic a few weeks ago, scored his first goal for the Athletic in the Third Division in the match with Darlington last weekend.

Watched in Army football by Mr. Sam Jones and on his report signed for Blackpool.

Ormond never fulfilled his early promise.

Yet he was always content at Bloomfield-road, and it can now be disclosed that when another club made Blackpool an approach for his signature last season with a promise of first- team football he said he would prefer to remain beside the seaside.

“I’m happy enough here,” he said. Which was a nice compliment to the club which in his own interests he had to leave in the end.

***

HOW soon the public forget!

There has not, I hear, been the response to the Andy Curran Testimonial Fund which its chief sponsor, Coun. George Peeks expected.

The younger generation knew only the name of this former Blackpool centre-half who in the mid-20’s gave as loyal service to the club as a player has ever given.

But there is still a generation which once admired him and often cheered him, and now in these days when illness and adversity have beset him should remember him.

It was not at Andy Curran’s instigation that the fund was established. He would probably have preferred to remain anonymous and unnoticed in these dark days. But a “Thank you” at such a time is worth such a lot. Donations should be addressed to the Manager. Williams Deacon's Bank, Talbot Square, Blackpool.

***

Understudies Lawton

GEOFFREY BRUNT, a young centre-forward who was playing for Blackpool's “A” team last season but was unable to remain in in these parts - he is employed in one of those police laboratories where they solve crime by test-tube - has had greatness thrust upon him this season.

The forensic laboratory where he is now engaged is close to Nottingham, and, I hear, he is on the County’s books, is the reserve team’s leading scorer and first understudy for Tommy Lawton.

He has had one or two goals already in the Third Division.

***

Wednesday shock

IF Blackpool should be in a drawn Cuptie next weekend - and, as hope springs eternal, there seems to be a majority of folk in these parts who think they will be - the replay would be on the following Wednesday, February 15.

This would be the first midweek Cuptie played in Blackpool since the famous Luton match in 1937. But why bring that up?

For the Town, after playing a 3-3 draw at Luton, came to Blackpool, and when everybody sat back waiting for a massacre, won 2-1. It was probably the biggest sensation ever in Blackpool’s Cuptie career between the wars.

***

ONE for the record books. If Eddie Shimwell, the Blackpool full-back, had not been hurt in the season’s second game and missed the next four matches, he would have been making his 100th League appearance for Blackpool at Manchester this afternoon.

Now, if he keeps out of the wars, his 100th First Division game for the club will be at Highbury in the Arsenal game on October 22.

***

THERE is only one other Blackpool forward besides Stanley Mortensen who has a double figure total of goals to his name this season in the First Division or the Central League

Little Jackie Mudie qualified for the honour with his winning goal, his 10th of the season, at Derby last week.

This leader is smaller than a centre - forward ought to be, unless he happens to be called Hughie Gallagher, and yet he keeps on scoring, and one of these days, however few his inches, he is destined for a first team chance.

***

THE MORTENSEN STORY — No. 11

The Dynamos - and was no “Love in the mist" affair


THE famous no-love-in-a-mist match at White Hart-lane with the Russian Dynamos is one of the main themes of this latest Instalment of Stanley Mortensen’s best-seller "Football Is My Game.”

Continuing his recollections of football in wartime, the England and Blackpool forward writes of a match in Aberdeen which he called “the greatest in which up to that time I had ever played,” narrates how in this match he scored a  hat - trick ” against Stanley Cullis, the England centre-half of those days and the present Wolverhampton Wanderers manager.

He made his total four, too, and in the last minute had a fifth disallowed which would have given his team a draw in a 5-4 epic.

ALLISON PLEA WAS VETOED

By Stanley Mortensen


AND then came the Dynamos!

The German war was over when the now-famous Russian side came to England, and they at once attracted attention by their scoring feats, their style of play, and their general attitude of “I want to be alone.”

Eventually a game was arranged against Arsenal (not at Highbury, which was requisitioned. but at Tottenham), and George Allison, anxious to keep his team up to strength, called up guest players, as had been the custom in this country for five years.

Stanley Matthews and myself, Halton (Bury), Griffiths (Cardiff City), Rooke and Bacuzzi (Fulham) were the guests, and the regular Arsenal players were Scott, Bastin, Joy, Drury and Cumner.

As my readers may remember, there was a real London pea-soup fog for the occasion, and had this been a League or Cup match it probably would never have been started. Certainly it would have been abandoned long before time.

George Allison has placed on record how he pleaded with Russian officials to order the game to be stopped, being even ready to concede them victory, but the Russians insisted on playing the game out.

The referee showed us something new - so far as we could see him.

He kept close to one touchline and had both his linesmen on the other. Under the ordinary diagonal system it would have been difficult enough for the man in the middle to keep control, but the Russians’ methods made it absolutely impossible for him to see all that was going on - the pulling and tugging at Stan Matthews, for instance, who was mercilessly dealt with by his opponents.

Arsenal were beaten 4-3 in that memorable game; and although I did well enough with two goals, walked off without that personal sense of satisfaction which usually follows successful marksmanship. I wished we had beaten them!

Happier game

ANOTHER time when I was on the losing side, but rather happier after the game, was when was called upon to play for an Aberdeen select eleven against the British Army.

I was chosen only because Jimmy Delaney was unable to turn out; and being stationed at Aberdeen at the time, I was handy and on the spot. The sides were so good that I will give them in full:

ABERDEEN SELECT: Dawson (Rangers) Gray (Rangers). Ancell (Aberdeen) Dunlop. Gavin. Taylor (Aberdeen) Gordon Smith (Hibernians). Walker (Hearts), Mortensen (Blackpool) Herd (Manchester City), Waddell (Rangers).

BRITISH ARMY: Moody (Raith Rovers): Carabine (Third Lanark) L. Compton (Arsenal); Britton (Everton). Cullis (Wolves). Welsh (Charlton); Edelston (Reading), Robinson (Sheffield Wednesday), Lawton (Everton). Hagan (Sheffield United). D. Compton (Arsenal).

These two sides would have done justice to a full international match.

All-star cast

THIS turned out to be the greatest game I had played in up to that time. Almost every man was a star in his own right, either already capped; or destined to be honoured, and the match which they played was worthy of them.

With such team-mates along that. Aberdeen forward-line I was bound to get chances, and soon I had put us in front. But then the Army took command, the halfback line playing superbly; and at half-time we were 4-1 down goals having been scored by Lawton and Robinson, a couple each.

Three of the goals came in an eight-minute spell in which the football shown was as good as anything I have ever seen.

However, we were not done with. Stan Cullis, always the idealist and trying to keep the ball in play, intercepted a Tommy Walker through pass, and tried to nod the ball down to his own feet instead of lunging it away, and I was able to take it from him and score before he could recover.

Hagan made it 5-2 for the Army, but I scored a third for my personal “hat trick,” and then, after Alec Herd had smacked a terrific drive against the post. I netted a fourth.

The excitement among players and crowd was terrific. We swarmed all over the Army, and it is not too much to say that the Aberdeen forward line simply swept the Army half-back line off its feet.

Tommy Walker and Gordon Smith were unlucky not to level the scores, Tommy lashing a 30- yard shot against the bar, and in the last minute I forced the ball into the net, only to have the goal disallowed because I had accidentally handled as I rushed in to take the chance.

So we lost by the odd goal in nine, but. all the same, that newspaper cutting headed “Cullis’s Bad Day -- from Countryman!” is one of the souvenirs I cherish.

Next week

A CLOSE-UP OF THE MASTER: STANLEY MATTHEWS.




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