25 March 1950 Blackpool 1 Birmingham City 1

NO CHAMPIONSHIP LOOK THIS AFTERNOON

Last-minute point-saver in dismal show

PUNCH MISSING 

Blackpool 1, Birmingham City 1

By “Clifford Greenwood”

THERE was the Grand National at Aintree this afternoon. There was the second Cup semi-final at Maine-road. There was the Birmingham City match at Blackpool.

The stakes were as big in this game as in the other two events - a prospect of a championship for Blackpool, the menace of relegation for the City.

It was a day fit for Test cricket, with the sun shining and the afternoon, in spite of a breeze, as mild as if a June day had crept into March

Both teams were as selected, Neither was at full strength. Johnny Crosland was back at centre-half for Blackpool, but, with W. J. Slater in the fashion with a chill the versatile Scot, Willie McIntosh, who can play anywhere in a forward line, appeared as the partner of the young South African, Bill Perry.

BLUE AND WHITE

A few dozen visitors from the Midlands, massed in a little colony, made a patch of blue and white on the eastern terraces, and there were 22,000 or 23,000 people on the ground when the players took the field.

Teams:

BLACKPOOL: Farm; Shimwell, Wright; Johnston, Crosland. Kelly; Hobson, Mortensen. Mudie, McIntosh, Perry.

BIRMINGHAM CITY: Merrick; Badham, Jennings; Boyd, r Atkins, Ferris; Stewart, Dorman, Dailey, Brennan, Berry.

Referee: Mr. W. H E. Evans (Liverpool).

THE GAME

First half

Blackpool lost the toss and defended a north goal which had the sun slanting across it. In an unexciting and almost slow-motion opening the game moved for a time on this goal. Farm held a high centre from the City’s right wing to repel the second of three successive raids built in this quarter, and, in fact, the Blackpool forwards were only once in the game in the first three minutes.

Then Mudie unexpectedly took a fast throw-in and gave Hobson position to cross a ball which Atkins took away from McIntosh as the Scot moved a fraction late to it.

Immediately the City won a comer which was worth nothing as Dailey headed high over the bar. Still, nearly all the pace and whatever order revealed itself remained in the City’s football in these preliminary skirmishes.

Wright made one clearance, juggling with the ball audaciously on his head, to halt one raid by Birmingham’s aggressive right wing, and another.

All the time Blackpool’s were either missing their men or being played a shade too short.

One had the impression that Blackpool were going slowly into gear this afternoon, and yet in the sixth minute the Birmingham goal was definitely, if unexpectedly, in peril, when Johnston’s long throw-in hit the baked mud in a packed goal area and bounced so high that Atkins was glad to clear it wherever he could hit it.

PERRY’S CENTRE

Brilliant clearance by Jennings

A minute later, too. Perry who had seen singularly little of the ball, took a pass away from his full-back by sheer resolution before crossing a high, fast centre which Jennings, on the other wing, cleared brilliantly.

Two minutes later the City were near to the lead. The Irish international Bob Brennan made position perfectly for his partner, steered forward a pass inside Shimwell, and left Berry to chase it.

Within shooting distance of Farm, and all on his own, Berry missed it completely as the bail bounced away from him.

Within 15 minutes gone Blackpool’s football had still to reveal a plan, had still to move without the short pass shackling it.

INTERCEPTED

Mudie twice mastered this elusive bouncing ball, worked it perfectly, waited for a man, to move into position for 'the pass, and in the end had the pass intercepted by a Birmingham team first on the ball in defence and still assertive in attack.

Bill Perry was still hunting for the ball, seldom being given it on his wing.

Yet it was the other flank which nearly gave a goal to Blackpool with exactly 20 minutes gone.

Mortensen and Mudie in a rapid exchange of passes built a raid which ended in the wing man crossing a perfect centre which Merrick snatched away by the near post as Mudie leaped past him over the line.

Another minute and with the ball at last being released fast Hobson lobbed forward a pass which escaped Mortensen and Mudie almost in the jaws of the goal and was eventually stabbed out by the centre-forward.

CITY IN FRONT

Berry centre - and a goal for Stewart

In the 25th minute the City went in front with as neat a goal as you would see in a month of Saturdays.

It was made by the wing forwards. Berry was, I think, shade faster to the ball than Shimwell had expected, swerved away from the full-back, put the ball away from him in the tackle, raced on alone, and crossed a centre which raked a wide-open Blackpool defence.

On to it on the other wing JACK STEWART raced, and shot it past the deserted Farm within a split second of reaching it.

This lead was, I think, about deserved. Blackpool’s football was still not recognisable for the game the team played at Old Trafford a week ago.

One could, in fact, after that Manchester exploit, call the first half-hour a Blackpool anti-climax.

FEW THREATS

After the goal there was scarcely one attack by Blackpool with the promise of a goal in it, and not many by Birmingham, either.

Yet still the City always seemed to be playing with a greater aggression, and Blackpool with something in reserve, often, in fact, at an almost leisurely pace and with the short pass still being employed to excess.

A corner was won on the right, and from it the alert Mudie had a shot which cannoned back off Atkins as the centre-half cast himself into its path.

Again, too, Johnston had a raid on his own nearly half the length of the field.

Within another minute, with full-scale pressure at last being hurled at the Birmingham goal, position was created for another assault which was lost as Mudie’s pass missed the waiting Mortensen by yards.

PASSES ASTRAY

That was happening nearly all the time - a raid being built and the last pass monotonously going wrong.

Twice inside a minute a goal to make it 1-1 was near.

The first time Mudie was halted by force of numbers after a sinuous corkscrew foray on his own, and a minute later Hobson shot a ball which Merrick punched over the bar for one of the half’s few corners.

Yet in the last minute before half-time it was the Blackpool goal that had the escape. Birmingham making an excited demand for a penalty as the ball appeared to hit Wright before bouncing off him into Farm’s waiting hands.

Half-time: Blackpool 0, Birmingham City 1.

SECOND HALF

There was an ironical cheer when Perry was given a pass in the first minute of the half. Again he revealed that he is not afraid to take the ball up to his full-back.

That time he lost it, and in the next minute, too, he stabbed a ball intended for a centre a long way off the target Still, there were early signs that Blackpool meant business, and in the half’s opening minutes raid followed raid at a speed and with an intensity which had never been revealed before halftime.

The first time Birmingham raided Wright was in the wars, catapulting over the line and finishing underneath the bench where the ambulance squad sit.

He was soon back, however, refusing any treatment.

STALEMATE RAIDS

And the Blackpool forward line, which had Mortensen drifting in and out of the centre-forward position, was soon back on the offensive, too. two raids in rapid succession finishing in a stalemate as Hobson’s centres hit his full-back.

The purpose was there now. but still little plan and, in fact, it required a grand headed clearance by Crosland to halt one Birmingham raid which the speed of the City’s wing men created.

There was, in fact, no test for Merrick in the Birmingham goal in spite of all Blackpool’s sustained pressure until from a corner Kelly shot a ball which the City’s goalkeeper held magnificently.

ACCIDENT

Birmingham forward carried off

Twelve minutes of the half had gone, and there was an accident in front of the Blackpool goal which cost Birmingham a man.

Wright and Dorman leaped at a flying ball, collided in mid-air, and fell to earth as the ball rose high off one of them and almost scraped the bar as Farm leaped at it.

The full-back was soon in the game again.

The Birmingham forward appeared to be a serious casualty, was carried over the line, and ultimately into the dressing room by the ambulance men.

Immediately Blackpool won comers on both flares, the second being repelled only after Shimwell had thundered in a shot which Merrick clutched to his chest with two forwards racing in on him.

PENALTY CALL

Within another minute, as Mudie took Perry’s pass out on the wing and crossed the ball, there was a hullabaloo for a penalty as the centre hit a Birmingham man’s hand.

It was, as I saw it, the sort of unintentional offence for which Blackpool were given a penalty last week.

Referee “Bill” Evans said “No,” and I think he was correct.

Ten-men Birmingham were under relentless pressure afterwards, their depleted forward line in the game only in breakaways.

All the Blackpool guns were firing at last, but nearly all the firing was off the beam until Johnston, twice in rapid succession gave his forwards a lesson on how to shoot, nearly brushing the white-wash off the post before missing the bar by inches.

With 20 minutes left the match Was resolving itself into one question “Could desperate Birmingham hold out?”

Mortensen by that time had gone centre-forward presumably for the remainder of the match, but there were few indications with five of the last 20 minutes gone that Birmingham’s defence could be taken by storm by Blackpool's lightweight forwards.

Still, in one raid a corner was won almost direct from Johnston’s free-kick, and from it Merrick made the save of the match leaping to and punching over the bar a shot at him at a great pace by Perry.

This corner was followed by another, which made three in a minute in something which was beginning to resemble a siege, with even Shimwell at times up among the forwards.

Reports reached the Press box that Don Dorman, the Birmingham inside-right, had been taken to Victoria Hospital suffering from concussion.

PRESSURE, BUT -

The pressure continued, but always seemed fated to end in the fiasco which had been threatening all the afternoon.

As the game entered on its last 10 minutes it was actually Birmingham’s four forwards who were raiding and, on the right wing, offering a big menace.

Blackpool’s last bolt appeared to have been shot by that time.

Then with less than 30 seconds left Blackpool snatched a point. Another corner came. There was scarcely time to take it. Perry flighted it across perfectly. There was chaos and confusion everywhere in front of Merrick.

All I saw from the Press box was the ball passing out by the far post and that remarkable opportunist STANLEY MORTENSEN hurling himself at it, and in a flying dive heading it wide of the Birmingham goalkeeper’s left hand.

There was only time to centre the ball afterwards.

Result:

BLACKPOOL 1  (Mortensen 89)

BIRMINGHAM 1  (Stewart 25)

COMMENTS ON THE GAME

BLACKPOOL, who were expected to win by a distance today, had to make a photo-finish of it even to take a point.

They would, I think, be content with that point and unquestionably ought to be. I and 23,000 other people had given the game up as lost when Stan Mortensen gate-crashed his 22nd goal of the season with actually less than half a minute left on the clock.

Birmingham could have won both points, and deserved them.

Nearly all the afternoon the City’s defence was too compact for the Blackpool forwards and the City’s front line, too, moved with a precision which Blackpool seldom equalled, persistent as Blackpool’s pressure was on 10 men in the last half-hour.

FINE FULL-BACK

The Blackpool defence had a great full-back in Shimwell, but on the other flank Wright found at last a forward too fast for him, a raider who often escaped him.

The defence, for the rest, always seemed adequate, with Johnston playing on and on tirelessly in a cause which seemed vain behind a forward line which had singularly little punch in the inside positions and which persisted for too long in playing on a mastered right flank.

An incredible game, this football. Nobody would have recognised this Blackpool team as the one that achieved its greatest triumph at Old Trafford only a week ago.

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NEXT WEEK: Clash of Steel at Derby

THEY call it the Baseball Ground at Derby. There must be times, I think, when Blackpool regret that they play football there, writes Clifford Greenwood.

For this is one of those grounds where Blackpool teams seldom win It was 3-1 for the County last season, and 1-0 in an Easter match in 1948 - the winning goal, by the way, was the last goal Raich Carter ever scored for the County - and even if the 1946-47 match was won it was only in the last minute that Jim McIntosh shot the deciding goal.

It seems strange, reviewing the glamorous personnel fielded by the County, that they are not higher in the table, for, assuredly, if big names means anything, the County ought to be.

Yet the records reveal that four teams have gone to the Baseball Ground this season and returned home with a couple of points each, and three other visiting teams have drawn.

In such circumstances, therefore, the present Blackpool team, which can spell “surrender” but has nothing whatever else to do with the word, must have something other than a remote chance on this ground next weekend.

Obviously the plan to be pursued must have as its primary targets for the afternoon the subduing of that volatile personality, Billy Steel, and that scoring centre-forward, Jack Stamps.

Once hold those two, and the forwards may be mastered, and a defence which has recently lost Leon Leuty - and 47 goals before today’s match - appears to present no insoluble problem.

It is a big test, but not a forlorn one, for Blackpool on the eve of the three-matches-in-four-days Easter trial by endurance.

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GREATEST WIN FOR YEARS OPENS WAY TO HONOURS

Away games test for Blackpool

By Clifford Greenwood

WHATEVER may be Blackpool’s fate in the championship chase - and Blackpool are definitely in it -the shadow team's triumph at Old Trafford a week ago has won for the club a glory which should endure for a long time.

It was the greatest exploit by a Blackpool team / have seen for years, and I am not excluding the Cup conquests of two years ago.

One makes no apology for writing about it again.

For this game was won on the ground of Manchester United, postwar football’s best eleven, and won by a team that cost less than £10,000 including the youngest forward line Blackpool have ever fielded in the First Division.

In this team were five men who were in the Central League when the season opened and a sixth who was playing far away in South Africa, even his name unknown to the British football public.

Among the forwards were two 19-year-old recruits, Bill Perry, the South African, and Jackie Mudie, the Scot from Dundee, who will not be 20 until April 10.  At inside-left was the 22-year-old amateur, W. J. Slater; at outside- right 24-year-old Albert Hobson.

The greybeard of the line was Stanley Mortensen at 28. And not one of the five cost the club a penny.

Only two cheques

THE half-back line, too, which had wing-half and captain Harry Johnston, at centre-half was signed in its entirety without a fee and, in fact, the only men in the team for whom a transfer cheque had to be paid were right- back Eddie Shimwell and the goalkeeper, George Farm.

And the cheques for the two of them were less than £10,000, which, in these days is being asked - and often paid! - for Third Division products.

Now if the victory of such a team on the ground of the First Division leaders is not an achievement warranting every complimentary adjective in the dictionary, one would be glad to know what it is.

It was, too the ultimate justification of a team-building policy which has cut out the big- price signings that at times have nearly degraded modem football and concentrated almost exclusively on the training and developing of the young apprentice footballer.

The race is on

NOW it has opened up the championship race, blown it open.

Obviously a club which can field such teams as played at Anfield and Manchester within 10 days, and won both matches can win the title. But this last lap is scattered with its Becher’s Brooks and water-jumps.

Of the nine games left after this afternoon’s Birmingham match, three only are at home. That should not be all that discouraging to a team that has almost notoriously reserved its best football for away games this season, but it must, I think, lengthen the odds against Blackpool.

And the last three of those nine fixtures will all be outside Blackpool, with the prospect, in fact, of the team finishing the season with engagements at Stoke. West Bromwich and Newcastle in the season’s last seven days.

Postponed game

THE date of the postponed game with the Albion will be determined by the result in this after- noon’s Cup semi-final at Manchester. If it should be settled today, the Albion will visit Goodison Park next Wednesday. If there should be a draw, this -fixture will be postponed until April 26 if Liverpool win, or May 3 if Everton win.

In the latter case Blackpool would take the April 26 date for the game at the Hawthorns, instead of May 3 but, in any case, Blackpool would still end the season with three successive away fixtures, either the three in a week or the three in 10 days, and that could be the crucial test deciding the club’s bid for its first championship in the First Division.

Not over yet, but—

SO, obviously, it’s not over yet, and nobody at headquarters seems to think it is.

But Blackpool’s first team men, who have already won £220 talent money by reaching the Cup quarter-finals, must still be in line for £550 as the first team in the Division, £440 as second team, £330 as third, or £220 as fourth team.

And this, according to the critics last summer, was to be Blackpool’s relegation year!

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He wanted Perry

STRANGE, and a little ironical, that Manager Jimmy Seed, of Charlton, should have been a guest at the hotel where Blackpool had lunch in Manchester before the match at Old Trafford.

For, as the Blackpool players walked into the dining room they passed within a few yards of his table, and among them was the South African, Bill Perry, for whose signature, among others, Mr. Seed flew out all the way to the Union.

He was, even if it may now be denied, intent on signing this 19-year-old wing forward from the land where he has signed quite a few players for his London club. But this time his ace was trumped.

Perry left South Africa while Mr. Seed was still prospecting for his services, and could not, in any case - not after the good reports Gordon Falconer had cabled and written to him - have been persuaded to sign for any other club than Blackpool.

Perry may yet rank as Blackpool’s best signing of 1949-50.

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NEVER A DULL MOMENT

THERE is nothing dull-as-ditch-water, the League championship issue apart, about Blackpool’s remaining home programme in the First Division, writes Clifford Greenwood.

There are only three fixtures left after this afternoon’s match with Birmingham, yet, by a coincidence, the three visitors are teams that reached the Cup semi-finals - Arsenal, who come on Easter Saturday in the Highbury club’s third consecutive Easter match at Bloomfield-road; Everton, who are the Easter Monday visitors, and Chelsea, who will be in town a week before the Cup Final.

Yet Blackpool, I think, have still a legitimate grievance that three Easters in succession such an attractive side as the Arsenal should have been sent to Blackpool on a day when any Tom, Dick or Harry would have packed the ground.

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HARRY JOHNSTON, the Blackpool captain, confesses that he could have wept when he saw Old Trafford last weekend for the first time since the war.

Today it is a grim gaunt skeleton. There are only the Press and two or three hundred people who have seats which are sheltered. The rows of benches fronting this exclusive preserve, even the BBC broadcast post, are out in the open.

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GOAL JUDGMENT

FRANK SWIFT sits in Press boxes these days instead of crouching in goals. But, obviously, he was the man to consult on Saturday after the linesman’s decision which gave Manchester United the goal which George Farm will dispute to his dying day.

So I asked him at half-time “What do you think about it, Frank?” and he said “Only a goal judge in line with the posts could have given a decision.”

That confirmed my view, and, without advocating the appointment of goal judges, for three men should be sufficient to control one football match, I still think a linesman who was nearly 10 yards off the comer flag when this incident occurred was in no position to decide whether or not the ball had crossed the line.

The angle of vision would not permit it.

And Farm still asserts, and he’s the sort of man whose word you can accept, “It was never over the line - not when I held it or afterwards when I fell with it.”

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AS adamant that a penalty should never have been given against him is Johnny Aston, the Manchester full-back.

All this talk about the ball hitting his chest is a lot of moonshine. It hit his hand, but the offence, as I saw it, was accidental,

Yet Albert Hobson, who crossed the vital centre, say “But if it hadn’t hit his hand the ball would have gone on to Jackie Mudie, who was standing unmarked.”

All of which is indisputable. So where are you?

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Now they're sorry

WHERE Manchester United guilty of a major blunder in advancing the date of the Liverpool match at Old Trafford from the last day of the season to a midweek fixture last week?

Nobody seemed to think so when it was being assumed that the United would win two points from Liverpool and two more from Blackpool - all in four days  - and finish the week way out in front in the championship race.

But they were talking differently after the match last weekend, when the two games had been worth one point instead of four.

People, I know, are always so wise after the event. Yet it was playing with fire to concentrate two such key games into one week, and now the United have been scorched.

Why was it done? Because both Liverpool and the United are going to the States for a close-season tour, and leaving May 6 open was convenient for both of them.

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HOW many of the 1948 Cup Final cast were playing at Old Trafford a week ago?

Manchester United had eight in last week’s team - the goalkeeper, both fullbacks, two of the half-backs and three of the forwards. Blackpool had only four of the Wembley team - Eddie Shimwell. Harry Johnston, Hugh Kelly, and the solitary forward, Stan Mortensen.

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THE MORTENSEN STORY — No. 18

Internationally speaking -

TWO GOALS HE SCORED FOR ENGLAND - ONE AGAINST SWEDEN AND ONE AGAINST SCOTLAND AT HAMPDEN PARK - ARE DESCRIBED BY STANLEY MORTENSEN IN THIS INSTALMENT OF HIS BOOK, “FOOTBALL IS MY GAME.”

The England and Blackpool forward writes of his games for his country during the 1947-48 season, when England won the international championship.

He recalls the match at Liverpool, which ended in Peter Doherty scoring the flying-header goal which equalised in the last few seconds.

“Some people had said that Doherty was 4 past it ’ before the match. They should have sent him a letter of apology,” comments Stan. Mortensen, who also writes in high praise of the man he succeeded as England’s chief marksman, Tommy Lawton.

SOME FAMOUS GOALS

By Stanley Mortensen

FOUR weeks later England began her series of games against the home associations in quest of the championship, and I held my place.

We made a brilliant start against Wales three goals coming quickly. Tom Finney, Tommy Lawton and myself were the scorers.

During this period the football was as good as anything I have ever seen, and it produced a feature of tactics rarely used in football.

Matthews and Finney were so much on top of their game that they were able to make ground and then pass right across the field to each other. The result was that the Welsh defenders were constantly out of position and on the turn.

Later we drew 2-2 with Ireland in a wonderful match at Liverpool which had a fine spectacular finish - Peter Doherty’s equalising goal was scored so late that there was no time to restart the game.

They were wrong

BEFORE that match there was discussion as to whether Doherty was “past it” in the international sense. I hope the people who said so and who saw him score the wonder goal right at the finish, sent him a letter of apology.

Then came a memorable match against Sweden at Highbury.

We began well enough. In the first quarter of an hour Wilf Mannion gave me a pass to open the scoring, and a few. minutes later a double tackle on me led to a penalty award, which Lawton converted.

Two up seemed to put us on velvet, but Nordahl pulled one back. So we had to put on another spurt, and I managed the third from Lawton’s pass.

Tommy played absolutely at his best in this first half-hour. He rose to the occasion in grand style, bustling in vigorously and keeping up a stream of good passes to his team-mates.

So it was 3-1; and then the Swedes, who forced Frank Swift to make some good saves, made it 3-2 from a penalty.

This game showed why a football match is never won until the last whistle sounds. We had been two up, pulled back to one, two up again, and now we were fighting to save the game against a team playing inspired football.

They had quite a crowd of supporters with them, and they packed together and shouted in unison under the direction of a cheer-leader, Yankee baseball fashion.

With ten minutes to go they attacked so heavily that it seemed certain that they would make a draw or even inflict on England her first-ever defeat by a Continental side.

Then the Swedish goalkeeper took a goal-kick, and did not get hold of it properly.

A LAST-MINUTE SCORE

I WAS standing about 40 yards from goal and, instead of the bail clearing me, it only carried to- me. I was able to kill it and to get it into my stride at once.

I forged ahead for goal .... and everything came off for me. The ball ran kindly I held off a tackle or two, and I was able to keep my balance for the final shot.

So we won 4-2 in most dramatic fashion, for no sooner had the ball been centred and kicked off than the referee blew for “time.”

Them, came 'the tussle with Scotland at Hampden Park.

In the old days, they tell me, this was the one “cap” English players liked to win. and in Britain it still counts for most in the enlarged international programme.

Our side was much as usual, except that Stanley Pearson, of Manchester United, was at inside-left, and Henry Cockburn was brought back at wing-half.

With Stan Pearson at inside- left and myself at inside-right, it meant that the Football Association had honoured the two players who had scored “hat tricks” in the Cup semi-finals just previously.

Franklin tactics

THIS was a curious game. For a long time Scotland controlled the midfield play, but they could not get anywhere near our goal, thanks to the studied defensive tactics employed by Neil Franklin, 

Repeatedly he gained possession by clever ball-play and passed back to Frank Swift, leaving the Scottish forwards impotent outside the penalty area. A good and wise move that, if well done.

Frank in turn disposed of the ball so cleverly that we were able to go on the attack - so that Franklin’s method was doubly justified.

It was from one of Frank’s kicks that England went ahead.

Like lightning

THE put the ball up nicely to the forward line, Stan Pearson passed out to Finney, and Tom went off for goal like a streak of lightning.

Holding the ball cleverly away on his left side, so that two tackles failed to dispossess him, he finished up with a cracking shot.

The second goal was made for me by Tommy Lawton and showed the centre-forward at his best.

Against the stopper centre- half, Young, Tommy had not had many chances, so he decided to look for one on his own.

Half-back Archie Macaulay dwelt on a ball in midfield, and Tommy went back to tackle him - all wrong, but all right.

Slowed up

WHAT’S more, Lawton secured the ball, and Macualay slipped and fell in trying to retain possession. Tommy turned towards the Scottish goal and began dribbling towards where Young was barring the way.

In such a situation the defender has the advantage and Tommy knew it would be a 100 to one against his getting through.

At this moment I was on his right, in the orthodox inside-right position, but rather close to Tommy and in danger of running into an offside position.

So Tommy, instead of rustling up to Young with the ball, cleverly slowed up and kept the ball close to his toes. I ran behind the centre-forward, and came up level with him at his left elbow.

Too late!

I MOVED ahead, and as I did so, Tommy kept moving. Too late, Young realised that he now had not one centre-forward to take on, but two.

If he held off Lawton to watch me, Tommy would go on and shoot; if he tackled Tommy, would be given the ball with a clear run in.

Tommy just went on a yard or two. and then slipped the ball in front of me. I couldn’t fail to take it in my stride, and in a split second the ball was safely in the net.

I regard this goal as one of the best I have helped in scoring, for it showed our centre-forward up in such good light, and left the defence so cleanly cut open.

Next week

ON THE ROAD TO WEMBLEY WITH BLACKPOOL

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