11 November 1950 Stoke City 1 Blackpool 0



STOKE HAVE THE PUNCH, WIN BY PENALTY GOAL

Big Blackpool challenge comes too late

GOOD PLAY, BUT-

Stoke City 1, Blackpool 0


By “Clifford Greenwood”

TO THE TOWN WHERE ONCE HE WAS PUBLIC IDOL No. 1 STANLEY MATTHEWS RETURNED TODAY TO WEAR THE TANGERINE OF BLACKPOOL INSTEAD OF THE RED AND WHITE OF STOKE CITY.

The Blackpool mascots made a day of it, not only the “Atomic Boys” and their famous duck but the “Old Faithfuls,” 10 men and women who never miss a match would probably follow them ever had a game there. which Blackpool play and to one of the Poles if they

It was the first time that I can recall Blackpool playing on this ground without facing Neil Franklin in a City defence which, even without him, had lost only seven home goals this season.

Blackpool had a star missing, too - Stanley Mortensen. in whose position the versatile Willie McIntosh deputised as leader of the attack Roy Brown, a coloured centre-half, who still, I hear,' prefers that position, was the City’s centre-forward.

It was cold but fine in the Potteries, and the attendance, slow in assembling for an early kick-off, approached 30,000 at the kick-off

CALL FOR LINESMAN

Five minutes before the teams appeared there was a broadcast for referee and linesmen volunteers and a report reached the Press box that one linesman engaged for the game had not reported.

Teams:

STOKE CITY: Herod; Mould, McCue; Sellars, Mountford (F), Kirton; Ormston, Bowyer, Brown, Johnston, Oscroft. 

BLACKPOOL: Farm; Shimwell, Garrett; Johnston, Hayward, Kelly; Matthews, Mudie, McIntosh, W. J. Slater, Perry. Referee; Mr. J. H. Clough (Bolton).

THE GAME

First half

To avoid a possible colour clash with the City’s red and white, Blackpool appeared unexpectedly in the new white jerseys with tangerine collars and cuffs.

Harry Johnston lost the toss, but, with no wind blowing, the winning of it conferred no benefit.

Except when Herod raced out in the first half-minute to snatch a loose ball away from the Blackpool right wing neither goalkeeper was in action until in the fourth minute Farm fell full length to hold a ball which came fast as a bullet off Roy Brown’s head.

It was a raid which prefaced pressure of Cuptie intensity on the Blackpool goal.

Young Perry once showed his heels to the old campaigner, Bill Mould, in one Blackpool breakaway, but for the rest it was Blackpool’s defence versus the City’s tearaway forward line.

MISS - AND A GOAL

Leslie Johnston lost one great chance after Kelly had hesitated with the ball and given the City’s inside-left an open position to chase a forward pass.

That nearly cost a goal in the fourth minute. Hesitation definitely cost one in the fifth.

There was a raid on the City’s left wing. Roy Brown went at a hare’s speed after the ball. Shim- well was first to it, settled on it. ran back towards his own goal with it, and seemed unable to decide exactly what to do about it.

In the end, the centre-forward passed him took the bouncing ball away from him, and was cutting into the middle with it when the fullback took a grab at it.

Mr. Clough gave a penalty, and with a fast rising shot which appeared to brush Farm’s fingers as he leaped to his right F. MOUNTFORD put the City in front.

NEARLY 2-0

Bouncing ball beats Ormston

It was nearly all Blackpool afterwards, almost as if the City were content to have taken the lead so cheaply.

Yet after Mudie had almost brushed a post from 25 yards out, the City, who should have made it 2-0 with only 10 minutes gone as Ormston raced on to a long pass on an open wing, failed to master a bouncing ball, and in the end sliced it far away from the near post.

Johnston went cruising through on his own nearly 30 yards before falling full length in the area and releasing a penalty demand which the referee refused.

According to the stop watch’ the ball had been twice within measurable distance of Stanley Matthews in the first 12 minutes, and the second time, to a cheer which must have been heard at Hanley the fast-tackling McCue took it off him.

BLACKPOOL RAIDS

Blackpool were no longer outplayed, but there seemed to be a greater decision in the City’s football everywhere. Johnston was on overtime, with a quarter of an hour gone, seeking to redeem Blackpool’s indifferent opening.

Once he worked a perfect position which was lost as Kelly’s pass found the wrong man, with four Blackpool forwards waiting for it.

Constantly before and afterwards Blackpool raided, but no raid had anything except a negative conclusion - scarcely a shot and the last pass nearly always going wrong.

Even when Matthews went wandering into the centre in search of a pass Frank Mountford was too fast to the ball for him.

JUST IN TIME

Desperate tackle by Shimwell

Blackpool could not build a concerted attack - not an attack to compare with one by the City in which Brown soared into the centre a pass which Shimwell with a desperate tackle, took away from Johnston as the inside-left was racing in to meet it

A minute later, too, Bowyer shot one of his thunderbolts which appeared to hit Hayward’s boot, was deflected, but was still reached by Farm in a great dive to the foot of a post.

Two minutes later, with 22 minutes gone, there was the threat of an ugly scene as Kelly, moving to Harry Johnston’s pass, fell under Leslie Johnston’s tackle, and after attention by trainer Lynas limped out to the left wing, with Perry among the halfbacks.

Within a minute the South African had made a great headed clearance to repel the City’s right wing, and within another minute Kelly, even if reduced to half-speed, was back in the halfback line.

MATTHEWS WAITS

And still Matthews waited for passes.

Herod fielded a free - kick punted high into his arms by Shimwell, but there was still no decision in the Blackpool line such as the Stoke forwards, in' fewer raids, revealed.

Harry Johnston was magnificent - here, there and everywhere, gliding passes forward and sideways to an unresponsive front line, opening one of half a dozen raids with a pass which Perry took away before raking the City’s goal with a high centre which W. J. Slater missed by inches in a great leap at it.

Blackpool were as near a goal as all this pressure had produced 13 minutes before half-time.

Then Kelly took a free-kick, lifted it forward perfectly. McIntosh darted on to it, and hooked inside a fast, low ball which Herod reached, clutched at, and cleared as he fell on his hands and knees.

SWIFT CHALLENGE

Shimwell atones for earlier error

Two minutes later it was nearly 2-0 for the City, and would have been if Eddie Shimwell, redeeming his earlier error, had not come fast behind Brown and taken the ball away from the coloured leader as the centre-forward waited in a certain scoring position.

Five minutes of the half were left and the City had a goal disallowed.

It must have been a hairbreadth decision, for, as I saw It, a forward pass hit Kelly before rolling on to Bowyer, who in an open position was able to race in unchallenged before shooting fast past the unprotected Farm.

There was no great protest against the refusal of this goal, and, in fact, it was at the other end that twice afterwards a goal which would have counted was near.

McINTOSH HALTED

In the first raid, weight of numbers alone halted McIntosh as the leader went full-tilt after a forward pass, and in the next advance it was again only a massed defence which cut out Perry’s high-falling centre which had escaped Herod as he leaped at it under the bar.

During the last 10 minutes of the half the Blackpool forwards had been moving at last to some semblance of direct action, and were being repelled only by a City defence as fast into the tackle as if they were playing in a Cuptie.

Blackpool were not a beaten team at the interval.

Half-time: Stoke 1, Blackpool 0

Second half

One had not to wait long for a Blackpool shot in this half.

In the first raid, as if dressing- room instructions were being obeyed. Perry, roaming into the centre, took Slater’s squared pass and shot a ball so fast that Herod half lost it and snatched it up again a second before McIntosh could challenge him.

Yet it was the Blackpool defence which was chiefly under assault in the early minutes of the half, Farm holding brilliantly at the far post a free-kick crossed by Ormston.

A minute later Bowyer’s shot hit Ormston, who settled on it in the next split second and hooked it wide.

Perry, by his speed alone, created one raid and then another in breakaways. But it was almost exclusively the City for the first 10 minutes of the half.

FINE SAVE

A corner - one of the few in this game - was won in this pressure, and from it Bowyer headed in fast a ball which Farm took superbly under the bar.

Twice Stoke chances were lost as first Hayward and then Garrett took the ball away from a forward preparing to shoot it over the line.

Yet with 12 minutes of the half gone Blackpool were unlucky not to level the scores.

Bill Perry crossed a perfect low centre. McIntosh dived at it, and headed wide of the falling Herod a ball which hit the inside of the far post and cannoned back into the goalkeeper’s clutching fingers.

Twice there were glimpses of the Matthews magic with which these Victoria Grounds were so long familiar.

He had to go hunting for the ball, but the second time he steered into an open space a perfect pass which for once Perry threw away with a sliced centre.

RISING SHOT

Under-the-bar clearance by Hayward

Blackpool continued to attack on one wing and then on the other, and yet in spite of all this pressure the City were closer to a goal in a breakaway as Oscroft took a pass, outpaced Shimwell and shot a rising ball which Hayward headed out almost under the bar.

That was illustrative of the entire game - the City packing into one raid as much punch as Blackpool could manufacture in half a dozen.

That was probably because the City always preferred the long pass to the short one, and Blackpool's game was packed with short passes.

When Shimwell took a clearance a shade too deliberately, the ball hit Oscroft and left the wing forward to run on and hit the outside of a post before the full-back could regain position.

GIFT DISDAINED

Afterwards the City were in the game again almost everywhere as they had been earlier in the afternoon. With 20 minutes left, in fact, the match should have been settled with a second gift goal.

Hayward moved to a ball, skidded, lost it in the mud, and left Brown to race in all on his own with all the goal to shoot at.

The centre-forward shot wide ot Farm, but the goalkeeper reached the ball in a dive to his left and with his finger tips brushed it away for a comer

That was one escape, and another came after the corner had been crossed, Shimwell moving into an open space, and with confusion all about him, clearing a bouncing ball that was crawling inside the far post.

WHISTLE GONE 

Slater shot does not count

Two minutes later, after a raid which the Matthews-Johnston partnership had created and with the City’s defence in complete confusion, Slater hooked the ball over an empty line, with Herod out for the count, a couple of seconds after the whistle had blown for an infringement.

Ten minutes were left. Blackpool were raiding again, but the prospects of snatching a point from the game still appeared remote.

In a showy finish with nine of their men up, Blackpool won four corners in a couple of minutes, with the City massing desperately in defence.

BRILLIANT RAID

Two minutes were left and there was stark drama as Matthews, roaming out on the left wing, beat three men in a brilliant raid before crossing a ball which bounced for seconds almost under the bar of the Stoke goal, with no one able to shoot it over the gaping line.

It was a grand, desperate, but vain bid to take a point, which nearly came in the last minute of all as Perry shot a ball so fast that as Herod fell to it it hit the goalkeeper’s chest and bounced out and away to a fullback.

Result:

STOKE CITY 1 (Mountford 5 pen)

BLACKPOOL 0

COMMENTS ON THE GAME

A PENALTY goal in the fifth minute should never have been sufficient to win the City the game.

The City’s front line, admittedly, had an armament which the Blackpool forwards never revealed until those last dramatic 10 minutes.

Yet Blackpool had such a lot of this game that even a defence as strong and resolute as the City’s was today should have been compelled to surrender at least one goal.

It was a story too familiar. Blackpool played the football - a lot of it too close, but still football, which often outplayed the City - but could not score the goals.

There was no punch whatever at close quarters until that, amazing finish when guns which had been silent nearly all the afternoon began to fire all along the line until in the end the City were content desperately to play out time.

The forwards as a potential scoring force came into the game too late.

CAPTAIN’S MATCH

Other men were in it and brilliantly in it all the time, among them Harry Johnston, who played a captain’s match from first minute to last, and Hayward and Garrett in a defence guilty of one or two inexplicable errors.

Farm, too, had a match of distinction.

If for 90 minutes Blackpool had played the game they unexpectedly revealed in the last 10 there must have been a different result.

Stoke bans the Atoms

THERE was a demonstration against the police at the Victoria Grounds Stoke, this afternoon, shortly before the kick-off in the Blackpool game.

The “Atomic Boys,” who had gone to the Potteries for a full-scale parade with the famous duck and even a pantomime horse were banned from the cinder track as soon as they appeared.

The chief of the Atoms, Mr. Syd Bevers, had climbed the barriers to put the duck in the centre circle a few minutes earlier. As soon as the rest of the gang appeared the police took action and expelled them even from the cinder track.

For minutes afterwards hoots and jeers made a great commotion.







NEXT WEEK: It’s a Town of contrasts

HUDDERSFIELD TOWN, who come to Blackpool next weekend, seem to be this season like the little girl in the tale who was either very, very good or horrid, writes Clifford Greenwood.

There is no halfway house about the Town this season. They are either up on the heights or down so low in the basement that they are nearly invisible.

What they will be at Blackpool can be merely a subject of speculation.

On past records, which in the Town’s case mean a little less than nothing, there is no particular evidence that teams from this Yorkshire do like to be beside the seaside.

In the four games played at Blackpool since the war the Town have been in a goalless draw - the last game Peter Doherty played in the First Division on the ground of his old club - and lost the other three by such scores as 2-1, 4-0, and, last season, 4-1.

So, on these figures, Blackpool ought to win, and by a goal or two.

And Blackpool could win by another big score against a team whose defence has lost no fewer than 28 goals in nine away games this season, although in those nine games the Town have actually won twice and drawn twice.

It is, obviously, one of those anything-can-happen games, but Blackpool will not be inclined, I think, to take for granted a match in which there will be playing such Huddersfield wing forwards as Vic Metcalfe and Johnny McKenna and the young scoring leader, Geoff Taylor.

All football teams are a little unpredictable in their behaviour - otherwise nobody would ever win a fortune on the pools. It is because Huddersfield Town are a little more unpredictable than the majority that one hesitates to forecast the result of next week’s match.

But Blackpool, who have lost only one home game this season - and that Burnley game should never have been lost - should not lose this one, and, I think, ought to win it.


HONOURED BY LEAGUE, FORGOTTEN BY ENGLAND

Strange case of Harry Johnston

By Clifford Greenwood

IT WOULD BE INTERESTING TO KNOW WHAT HARRY JOHNSTON HAS TO DO TO 1 BE SELECTED FOR ENGLAND AGAIN.

The omission of the Blackpool captain from the team to meet Wales at Sunderland next Wednesday was not unexpected!. He must be resigned to the fact that the England selectors have forgotten his name.

But it obviously revealed a difference of opinion of this wing-half’s qualities between the FA and the Football League.

Three weeks ago, on the eve of the Football League-Irish League match at Blackpool, Mr. Arthur Drewry, the League chairman, was obviously not being merely polite to his hosts when in an after-dinner speech he expressed the view that Blackpool had a great captain, and, by implication. a half-back who deserved the highest honours the game could give him.

Other counsels

THAT could have been taken as A an Indication that Harry Johnston was about to be reintroduced to the international scene. Other counsels have prevailed, and one is compelled to accept them.

But I still think - and I am not alone in thinking - that as this half-back has been playing during the last 12 months and longer his inclusion would have been warranted in an England team which has been under the weather in all its recent games.

The omission of Stanley Matthews, too, is also not unexpected, and yet, if he has been left out because his glorious reign is approaching its end, the selection of a centre-half two years older makes no particular sense at all.

What price glory?

THERE is another player in Blackpool football who must be asking himself these days “What price glory?” His name is Stanley Mortensen.

If my postbag is an indication of public opinion - and often it has been—there are too many people who think the centre- forward’s star has set.

One can only be glad that Mortensen, concerned as he must be by his -recent decline as a scoring forward is not thinking so, too.

Not that I find any particular inclination to put him in the pillory.

You hear now and again a few caustic, even cruel, comments in the main stand on match days when Mortensen is slower to a chance than he was a few months ago, when he misses goals which once he would have scored.

Hampson lesson

THE Blackpool public, I think, learned its lesson when years ago it dragged Jimmy Hampson from the pedestal where for years it had enthroned him, disillusioned him, and, as it can now be revealed caused him a bitter unhappiness.

They realised their folly long before the end of Hampson’s days, realised that sometimes the greatest of players fade out unexpectedly, but if they are great players, they almost inevitably come back again.

They are patient with Mortensen - as they should be, but as they never were with the man who reigned before him in the early ’30’s as Blackpool’s idol.

The wrong idea

YET I find that everywhere there are other people - probably a minority - who cannot resign themselves to this patience, who confuse a mere partial and clearly temporary eclipse with a total black-out.

And, with the best will in the world, they write such letters as one correspondent wrote this week from an address in St. George’s-square, St. Annes.

The writer is obviously actuated by the best of motives, and, in fact, discloses an intelligent appreciation of the position, but he argues all the time, I think, from false premises.

For he bases his argument on the assumption that the Blackpool forward line as a scoring force for too long has consisted of Stanley Mortensen and four others - which is precisely what I have often written myself - and that the centre-forward himself has subscribed to this opinion.

Happier if—

THE fact is, as I know from conversations I have had with Mortensen, that he has never wanted to steal the thunder from the rest of the line or to hog the headlines, and would, in fact, have been happier if such a lot had not always been staked on his scoring the goals.

If, as this correspondent writes, “his dominant play and personality have overawed his youthful and inexperienced partners,” it has not been with his consent and definitely not of his deliberate contriving.

So when it is advocated, as this writer advocates, that Mortensen’s football should be entirely remodelled, that he should adapt himself to a type of football constructive rather than destructive, I think, with all respect, that he is demanding the impossible.

Not his role

FOR Stanley Mortensen neither by temperament nor football capacity can be or was ever intended to be such a forward.

Always he will be one of those who fire bullets which others make.

It requires no expert to diagnose the cause of Mortensen’s present state, which can be attributed almost entirely to the fact that he has been playing too much football since the war.

That the cure would be a rest of a month or two from the game might seem to be indicated, and yet I am not persuaded that such a rest would serve its purpose.

He will, I think, have to work his own passage back on the field.

In the meantime it is good to notice how such young forwards as Jackie Mudie, W. J. Slater and Bill Perry are maturing their game week after week and scoring among them a few of those goals which at one time had only the Mortensen signature on them.

Goals
P  W  D  L  F  A  Pts.
17 7   7   3  23 13 21




HE'LL NEVER PLAY FOR BLACKPOOL, BUT -

I SUPPOSE that because Blackpool did not sign Harry Potts there will always be people in these parts who will never see any good in him, writes Clifford Greenwood.

I heard them in full cry during the Everton match.

Whatever he did was wrong.

The verdict appeared to be that Blackpool would have been guilty of profligate extravagance if a £20.000 cheque had been signed for him.

But, viewing the Everton Blackpool match in perspective one is compelled , to the conclusion that of all the Everton forwards the ex-Burnley inside-left was by a distance the best.

There was not a goal for him, and, frankly, in front of George Farm he ' revealed no particular dynamite. But out in the open he was

hunting for the ball all the time, and. in possession of it, there was always an intelligent design in his football.

He will never play for Blackpool now. But is that any particular reason why he should be dismissed as second-rate?

For Harry Potts I still think, is anything but that, even if he is not the type of forward Blackpool require today.

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NOBODY can say that Everton-Blackpool games are dull as ditchwater.

The Goodison Park club have sent five teams to Blackpool since the war.

Two of them have won 3-0 and 1-0. The other three have lost 0-5, 0-4, and 0-3.

They would call this nonstop variety in the music-hall.

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Net profit

LEVEL as leading marksmen for Blackpool before this afternoon’s match at Stoke were Stanley Mortensen and Jackie Mudie with six goals each.

W. J. Slater was in third place with four.

And not one of these men in the first three cost Blackpool a penny. There’s a moral in this somewhere.

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Quickest goal?

WAS Jackie Mudie’s first goal against Everton last weekend the fastest ever scored on the ground in a First or Second Division match?

From the kick-off to the passing of the ball over the line a Press box stop-watch recorded exactly 35 seconds. That made it, I think, the fastest in Blackpool history.

Nearest approach to it was in another game in which Blackpool scored four goals - the Stoke City match last season on December 10, when W. J. Slater had the ball in the City’s net exactly one minute after the game had begun.

Strange that this snap goal should have come against Everton, for the Everton defence was one of the few last season which did not surrender a goal to Blackpool in an hour and a half’s football.


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WHILE George Eastham is playing for Hyde United these days, his younger brother, Harry, is captaining promotion seeking Tranmere Rovers and winning a bigger reputation than ever in Third Division football.

I can recall the day when Liverpool paid a fee of little over £1,000 for Harry, and Blackpool considered that they had been in at a bargain. Blackpool had reason to revise this opinion a year or so later when this forward graduated as a wingman in First Division football at Anfield.

Now, over at Tranmere, he is revealing unsuspected qualities as a captain and, in fact, ranks today as one of the best inside- forwards, which was his position at Blackpool, in the Northern Section.

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NEWS of Eddie Rogers, one of the stars of Blackpool’s postwar nursery, who left the club at the end of last season.

Product of boys’ club football, in which he played as an international, he has signed for Peterborough United.

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IT'S BEEN A LONG. LONG TIME

WHEN Bill Perry, Blackpool’s South African forward, shot his goal against Everton a week ago he wrote another little paragraph in the history books.

It was the first goal scored by a wing-forward for Blackpool at Bloomfield road in a First Division match since Walter Rickett, who went to Sheffield Wednesday, scored against Huddersfield Town in the opening match of last season.

Incredible ? It may be. But it is, nevertheless, a fact.

I was interested, by the way, to hear 20-year-old Perry, the youngest professional to play in postwar First Division football for Blackpool, tell a meeting at St. Annes YMCA the other evening that in his opinion the best team he had played against while wearing a Blackpool jersey was Newcastle United.

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Bill Lewis writes

INTERESTING letter in the mail this week with a Norwich postmark on the envelope.

Writer was Bill Lewis, the former Blackpool full-back, who is in the defence of a Norwich team that has lost only two home goals this season, the best home defensive record in the three Divisions.

“We are nicely settled down in Norwich,” writes Bill. “We are very happy, and the football club is simply great.

“We are doing very well, and the football is a good, a very good, standard.”

Pleased to hear it, Bill. And so will be all the people who always admired this full-back, always knew that somewhere he would make good.

The City think already that he was cheap at a fee approaching £10,000.


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Sportsman Jim

THERE was a swarm of autograph hunters milling about Jim McIntosh outside the Blackpool ground half an hour before last weekend’s kick-off.

It’s nearly two years now since the Everton forward left Blackpool, but he is still the good-natured equable fellow he always was.

Every little boy - and every little girl too - was given his signature.

They don’t often come in football as serene in temperament as Jim McIntosh. He probably achieved his greatest fame in the game not by his football in a key match but in his absence from a key game.

When Manager Joe Smith had to tell him that he would not be playing at Wembley for Blackpool in 1948 - a decision which is still debated in these parts and by a few folk still criticised - Jim accepted the verdict without a complaint, went with the rest of the team to Ascot, sat on the line watching the match, and when Blackpool lost was in a state of greater depression than nearly everybody else.

Whatever posterity may say of his football it will have to acknowledge that as a sportsman Jim McIntosh never had a peer.

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Supporters' tribute pleased champion

THANKS are extended to the many members and friends of Blackpool Football Supporters’ Club who rallied round to make the championship ball such a success.

Several of the players who helped to win the Central League championship expressed their delight at the recognition by the Supporters’ Club of the hard-won honour.

Another pleasing little event had its roots at the dance - the presentation to George Farm at the interval last Saturday. What a loyal bunch are the cheer leaders who were responsible for it.

The Bloomfield roar

IN his after-dinner speech, Mr. A. H. Hindley, vice-chairman of Blackpool FC, mentioned the miniature Hampden roar of encouragement which greeted the Reserve’s efforts at the City match. Its continuance could help considerably to keep the championship cup at Bloomfield road.

December 6 is the date for the players’ welfare whist drive and dance. Tickets will be on sale next week.


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