SUNDERLAND 3 EVERTON 0
January 2 1924. The Daily Courier.
EVERTON OFF FORM AT ROKER.
ELLIS GREAT GOAL FOR SUNDERLAND.
Everton were beaten at Sunderland in a game in which nothing went right for them, and was not a patch on the Goodison match. A big holiday crowd rejoiced greatly in a victory, which took the first full points from the Blues this season. From the kick-off Everton progressed, Chedgzoy chasing the ball behind. Hart handled from a breakaway on the right, but the danger was cleared, and England apparently tripped Chedgzoy when the latter was cutting in. Everton were playing well, and Reid did two clever things successively in robbing Paterson. Sunderland had a couple of ineffective shots, and later Ellis shot weakly, but Grimshaw's centre caused some trouble. Paterson's following up made Livingstone give a dangerous pass to Fern, which was scrambled away, however. Sunderland came again, and great work by Hawes was nullified by Buchan being offside Everton had a great chance immediately after, the inside forwards missing by becoming mixed up. Cock then tested McIroy from Troup's centre and Chadwick had a dangerous shot cleared luckily.
THE FIRST GOAL.
Everton's form hereabouts was splendid and it was all against the run of play when after 21 minutes Hawes received in front of goal and beat Fern. From the restart neat work by Irvine and Chedgzoy led to the Irishman shooting wide and Cock headed just away from the post. When the homesters raced down Raitt gave a corner, which was cleared, and Cock ran right down, losing the ball unlucky.
ELLIS "WALKS" THROUGH.
England's defence was the feature at this stage. Paterson, yards offside, was allowed to go on, but he shot over from about five yards out. Wonderful work by Chedgzoy saw Troup hook the ball from the goal line to test McInroy, But Everton's luck was more than usually out, for after Irvine had shot hard over Ellis ran down on his own, beat Brown and Raitt, and walked the ball into the net, a great goal. Chadwick missed a glorious chance just on half-time. The second half saw some big booting by both sets, but when Everton secured Chedgzoy and Cock were usually offside, and little impression, was made on the defence. Hawes shot right across the goal with Fern well beaten. The Blues finishing was very poor, but England was irresistible. Once Grimshaw drove in a shot that grazed the crossbar, and then Ellis made Fern save finely. For some time the visitor's goal was bombarded, but once Cock nearly beat McInroy. It was all-futile, however, for Sunderland got another via Hawes head, and the rest is silence. The winners best player was England, who overshadowed Cresswell. Ellis spectacular goal might have been saved, if Fern had showed forethought, but the heavy home team on the day were too good for the Blues, for whom David Reid was as good as anybody else. Teams: - Sunderland: - MCInroy, goal, Cresswell (captain), and England backs, Clunnas, Parker, and Ferguson, half-backs, Grimshaw, Buchan, Paterson, Hawes, and Ellis, forwards. Everton: - Fern, goal, Raitt, and Livingstone, backs, Brown, Reid, and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards.
EVERTON RESERVES 1 STOKE CITY RESERVES 1
January 2, 1924. The Daily Courier.
CENTRAL LEAGUE (Game 24)
At Goodison Park. The score of one goal each about represented the run of the game. Both forward lines were in excellent form, and shots were frequent during the ninety minutes. The game had only been in progress three minutes when Williams opened the score for Everton. It took Stoke some time to get on level terms, but eventually Smith found the net from a corner taken by Tempest. The visitor's left wing performed excellent and McDonald had a busy afternoon checking the many advances on this frank. The youthful Everton, half-back performed well, and the defence left little to be desired. Everton: - Harland, goal, McDonald, and Kerr, backs, Rooney, Weir, and Virr, half-backs, Parry, Miller, H. Parry, Williams, and Forbes, forwards.
January 3, 1924. The Daily Courier.
Two important changes are notified in the Everton team to meet Bolton Wanderers at Goodison Park on Saturday. Fern in goal is deposed in favour of Harland, who this comes into the premier team for the first time since his serious injury at Chelsea last February. McDonald displaces Raitt at right back, and the team is therefore Harland, MCDonald, Livingstone, Brown, Reid, Hart, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup.
MY FOOTBALL CAREER
Derby Daily Telegraph - Saturday 05 January 1924
HOW EARLY AMBITIONS AND STRIVINGS SHOULD INSPIRE OTHERS. By JACK COCK
(Everton's Famous International).
I have been invited to write the story of my football career, and to give my views and opinions upon various matters that have and still are disturbing the none too placid waters of the football world. It is pleasure to respond. There was time own life when I used to read every line that set eyes on, so long those lines were about the game of football, and it may be that perhaps what I shall write will have appeal to many youngsters to-day, just as older readers will be interested in learning what I think about more controversial matters than how to set on in football. There never was a time the whole history of football when junior players of youth and a fair degree of talent had such splendid opportunities for rising great heights in first-class football. There is constant cry for new players, and every hamlet is searched for promising players. When such a state of affairs exists it is rather surprising to find young players who bemoan their luck. Every season that comes round will find every club manager besieged by dozens—even hundreds—of local lads who wish to have trial with their favourite club. Every lad believes he can make good and make 9 name a household word in a short space of time. Yet it must be placed on record that there are very, very few youths who enter football through the ever-open August trial game door, far the greater percentage get their first real chance through being by a club agent, and the first real thing the youngster knows about the whole affair is when he is asked if he willing sign a professional form. I don t pretend to know why these trial games do not year in and year out bring forth many talented youngsters. Perhaps they are too haphazard affairs; they are often rushed through. Sometimes there are so many lads waiting for turn '"to show what they can do" that trial games of minutes duration are the rule, one after the other, and that is no period in which to tell whether a voungster has the makings of a first-class player. l am not running the trial game idea down: local talent should be encouraged for all it worth, but I do say to the aspiring youngster that he must not think, if he takes part in such a trial, that he will be signed on right away. Nor do I think juniors are well advised to stand in a bier queue in this fashion. I' talented youngster will bide his time, and will content to do his best week after week in his own junior class, will in time have the club agents his track. I make my own case as a demonstrative instance. I was born in Cornwall, the most southerly County in England, where one seldom hears the big noise of the first-class football world, yet where football is played with intense enthusiasm. I saw the light day a little township named Hoyle, and though I spent some my boyhood years in London, and was first thrilled with the idea of becoming professional footballer when I had experienced the joys, selling chocolates on the Fulham ground at Craven Cottage, father's work took him ,back to Cornwall—-to Camborne, in fact—and once when in my early teens, I seemed to be off the map far as my ambition was concerned. ft all through that long period at Camborne stuck my idea. I played in local football, and soon had a reputation for being the "boy marvel" in the district. Then it, came about that family left Cornwall for good, and once again settled the Fulham district of the great Metropolis. I was not long before enthusiasm for football broke out. I helped to form club known as West Kensington United, which played on the Wormwood Scrubs, and later had hand in the formation of another club which we called Castlenau Ignited, and which, to our delight was allowed to become a member of the Hammersmith League.
No Big Jump to Fame.
I relate all this just to show how the football ladder has to be climbed slowly step by step. The big jumps into fame do not come until a full apprenticeship has been served. About this time I was working at Lyons Cafes, and it was because one of our foreman played for the Forest Gate Club that I took a step higher in the football ladder. My first game in this team was a huge success, so much so that I became a regular member of the side. In fact, I won my first football medal that year, for the Forest Gate club won the East Ham Charity Cup. Later still found me working Gwynnes Ironworks at Hammersmith, and it was whilst there I became an Old Kingstonian. My uncle introduced the Old officials, and though I had to wait in some little suspense for time-—it was Christmas when I joined the club—l managed to the regular centre forward before that season had ended. And here is where chance took a hand in the game of my football career. Season 1913-14 was momentous one for me. I assisted the Old Kingstonian? to win two cups, played a short spell an amateur for Brentford, and before the season closed had been signed a professional by Hudderefield Town. It all happened because had constantly strived to do best with my own junior club, and because a man who worked the same iron foundry myself happened to have some sort of connection with the Brentford club. He may have been a "shout," I do not really know. What is that is I shown good enough form with the Kingston to warrant his suggesting to the Brentford club that I should have a trial game. My first game in first-class football (if it may be termed such) was with Brentford Reserves against Millwall Reserves—or rather that ought to have been my first game. It all happened with terrible suddenness. I had gone down to Griffin Park with the idea of playing with Brentford Reserves. The first team was in South Wales, due to play Aberdare. Before realised what was happening a telegram had been, thrust into my hand by my workman friend with the excited words, ''Here you are, Cock.
A chance of a lifetime."
That telegram asked me to go to Wales immediately to play against Aberdare. It was still morning, and I had just half an hour in which to get to Paddington Station, and catch the train for Wales. That was how I got my feet on the ladder of football fame, and I think, having risen to international fame and having won a reputation a goal-getter in the highest class of football, I can claim that I have never had it off since. But here's the point. I didn't stand in any waiting queue asking for a chance. I kept playing junior football, realising even in those early days of my life that if a lad has talent and the determination to keep on doing his best he will surely get his chance. That is why I give all juniors the advice. Stick in and do your best for your junior club, and never lose heart. The big clubs are too anxious not to miss clever young players ever to miss you have the talent.
BLUES PLAY SIX INTERNATIONALS.
January 5, 1924. The Daily Courier.
ALL OUT TO BEAT BOLTON.
The visit of the Cup-holders to Goodison Park should prove a great attraction, more especially as Everton will be all out to avenge their unlucky defeat at Burnden Park last Saturday. It will be a rare game to watch. It was obvious after the Sunderland match that "alterations and repairs" would have to be undertaken at once to put the Blues' house in order. Thus, it was no great shock to find Harland given his chance in goal after an absence from the first team of nearly a year. The Irishman will be highly tested, but the men in front have confidence in him and that means a lot. With McDonald resuming at right back the defence should show the improvement for which supporters are clamouring. McBain is being kept for the Cup-tie against Preston, but David Reid is a most satisfactory substitute and is at the top of his form. It is up to the forwards to apply just those finishing touches to wonderful midfield work which spells goals and points, and it is a fact not to be overlooked that their atrocious luck must take a turn some time or other. So why not today? Bolton will have Seddon back at centre half, and field their strongest available eleven. If Finney plays up to the form he showed last Saturday there will be more heartburning than ever locally that he was allowed to shine on other fields than Goodison and Anfield. Teams, Everton, Harland, McDonald, Livingstone, Brown, Reid, Hart, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup. Bolton Wanderers, Pym, Howarth, Finney, Longsworth, Seddon, Jennings, Butler, D. Jack, JR Smith, Joe Smith, and Vizard.
EVERTON 2 BOLTON WANDERERS 2 (Game 1084)
January 7, 1924. The Daily Courier. NEITHER SIDE LOST AT GOODISON.
BLUES AND BOLTON FAIL TO IMPRESS
Everton did not win and Bolton Wanderers failed to lose. This, I think, sums up the game at Goodison Park, but I can imagine that after the match was over there were twenty-two disappointed faces –eleven in each dressing room –and conversation harping on the phrase, "Well, of all the –(?). There was a lack of finish to the efforts of both sides and far too much volleying by the backs. This placed the contest in a much lower category of excellence than the match at Burnden Park, which was played under very much worse conditions, and there have been several better exhibitions of football at Goodison this season. Possibly the teams had in their minds' eye the imminence of the first round of the Cup next Saturday, although it must be said both sides worked hard throughout.
It was what might be described as an "unsatisfactory" game. To begin with Cock muffed a ridiculously easy chance in the first minute by passing when he ought to have shot. Therefore Bolton were as good as their opponents for a quarter of an hour or thereabouts, when Irvine from Troup's centre beat Pym from an unchallenged position, Finney and Jennings made mistakes which created dangerous situations and once Cock was pulled up for offside with a quartette of defenders in front of him. This was after Joe Smith had put in a dazzling left-footer which Harland saved splendidly. Just before the interval Bolton appealed for a penalty for handling by McDonald, which the referee did not see.
OVER THE LINE.
The Wanderers equaliser was a positive gift for Hart allowed himself to be dispossessed by Jack whose centre to Joe Smith was eagerly welcomed by the skipper and promptly sent into the ringing. In a few minutes Everton were ahead again through a penalty about which was some doubt. Who handled the ball in " the box." It might have been Howarth, but there was a mass meeting of players on the point and the referee had to consult a linesman before he awarded the penalty kick , which Chadwick converted. (Troup cross-Echo). If this goal was unpalatable to Bolton the second equaliser was nauseating to Everton, for with all deference to the referee, there can be no doubt whatever that when Vizard lobbed the ball across the goalmouth for Jack to score, he was at least a foot over the line to the left of the post. The left winger has good cause to remember his kick against the Blues this season. Neither Seddon nor Finney played up to form for the visitors, for whom Butler did well until he left the field injured in the second half. Vizard was inconsistent, Joe Smith as opportune as ever, and Jack, as enigmatical. John Smith was never in the picture, and this was due in great measure to the brilliance of David Reid, who was the best man on the field. Everton are indeed fortunate in having such an understudy to Neil McBain. Hart worked and tackled heroically, but I have seen Brown play better. McDonald was an improvement on Raitt, but Harland had so little to do that comparison with fern would be unfair to both. Livingstone took risks and kicked hefty. The forwards were good and bad in spasms, and all of them failed to crown the intricate and bewildering interpassing movements which are at once the joy and despair of the club's supporters. Teams : - Everton: - Harland, goal, McDonald, and Livingstone, backs, Brown, Reid, and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards. Bolton Wanderers: - Pym, goal, Howarth, and Finney, backs, Longsworth Seddon, and Jennings, half-backs, Butler, Jack, Smith (JR), Smith (J) (captain), and Vizard, forwards.
WEARSIDE PRAISE FOR EVERTON.
January 8, 1924. The Daily Courier.
Good sportsmanship and good temper run together. The Everton game was as pleasant a contest as one could wish to see says the Sunderland Football Echo, and quite a lot of Sunderland's supporters were rather sorry that Everton did not get a goal to compensate them for their clever play and their clean tactics. Indeed, both sides deserve complimenting on their thoroughly sporting display, and I doubt whether Mr. C. E. Lines will have the pleasure of controlling this season a better game from this point of view. I though he made a mistake in not admitting Everton's claim for a penalty against England early in the game, but he is a very sound official on his two games.
January 1,1924. The Daily Courier.
Macconnachie the old Everton footballer, has joined Foleshill Great and Heath, a Birmingham Combination club, and will appear against Athershore tomorrow. After playing thirteen seasons for Everton, Macconnachie was transferred to Swindon, where he remained two years, leaving to take up a position as coach at Stockholm.
MY FOOTBALL CAREER
Derby Daily Telegraph - Saturday 12 January 1924
WAR-TIME DAYS WITH BRENTFORD, AND TRANSFER TO CHELSEA.
By JACK COCK.
Last week I told how I came to sign amateur forms for Brentford, and how I had first chance in first-class football much sooner than I had anticipated. That season matters developed fast and furiously for me, for, before the campaign had finished, Huddersfield Town had taken a fancy to me and persuaded to sign professional forms for them. That was in the season before the world was thrown into that terrible five years' conflict which gripped most of the nations of the earth in its toils. I, along with millions of other young men, had to give up the playing fields for the battlefields. I had a hard life in France, and, as I won the Military Medal, can say that the sportsmanship which football breeds helped me along. Footballers came to the aid of the Mother Country with a fine spirit of patriotism, and I have always been proud to think that I embraced a profession where such men were to be found and could be called colleagues. War-time football saw me taking a pretty fair part. I was stationed in London when not in France, and there I played for my first love, Brentford, a club which came to win the highest honours in the London Combination games during the time League football was in abeyance. I scored a whole heap of goals for that club, and I believe it was because of my success in those games that afterwards became a Chelsea player. At least, League football had no sooner restarted than Chelsea made bid for transfer. Huddersfield Town were then- October, 1919— not the power in the lane they are to-day. They had financial troubles may remembered that shortly after I had left them they had short, sharp fight for their very existence. To me, the rise of Huddersfield Town since the war present: one of the greatest romances of football history. My own feelings at figuring in "big' transfer were not mixed. My wife had not enjoyed good health in Yorkshire, and that alone would have influenced me to leaving Huddersfield. There was another reason however. The Town were in great financial difficulties, and I knew that by consenting to the transfer I would be falling in with their wishes, for the cheque of £2,500 which Chelsea paid them for my services was a real fortune for them at the time. When I reached Stamford Bridge I found the Chelsea club in somewhat parlous plight. The relegation bogey hung over them, and I knew that I had taken over great responsibility. My first match was on November 1st, 1919, at Stamford Bridge. I realised I was to either be a Guy Fawkes for the crowd or a hero and I determined to do my best to enter the second category, for, after all, no player likes to fail. Happily, I gave a pretty bright display and managed to get two goals, which was good enough start in all conscience As a matter of fact I have always liked to get off the mark well, and when I transferred later to Everton I managed to do the same thing, scoring a goal in my first game for present club. I experiences with Chelsea were varied In my first campaign with them I scored I7 goals in 27 games, being the chief marksman. Those goals materially helped the club retain their First Division status and they must have brought me a reputatior in another direction, for that season I was capped against Scotland and Ireland.
Reason of Further Transfer.
If there is one game which will always stand out in my memory and in the memories of those who were present, it was that International with Scotland at Hillsborough in April, 1920. England managed to win the odd goal in nine, after one of the most strenuous and exciting contests I have ever seen or taken part in. The Hillsborough ground was in terrible condition that day. There were numerous "small ponds" dotted here and there, and when the ball landed plonk in the centre of one the water would scatter and splash us all up. Yet the critics have declared that seldom has such scientific football been seen that occasion.
My present colleague, Alex Troupe, played in that match; he and Jock Paterson, now of Sunderland, were a ''scratch" wing pair, but they gave a brilliant exposition, and Andy Ducat had the time of his life trying to hold them. My part in the contest was to score two goals, that I was quite happy with my lot. If anything, this game caused me to become an even more marked man than previously. At any rate, while I maintained my position as Chelsea's chief marksman for two more seasons, I never achieved many League goals in my first season with them. Injuries, too, came along, and there came a time when I was not happy with the Pensioners. I liked London well enough, but the fact of the matter was that I was losing my football with them, and when a man beomes to such a realisation it high time he packed his grip and hiked himself off to other club where thinks his talents will find greater scope. That was how I came to be transferred to Everton in January of last year. That I had done the right thing I amply proved scoring nine goals in 15 League games that season for Everton. This is an average which takes a lot of maintaining in First Division football, but as it included hat trick against Middlesbrough, where the great Andy Wilson then was, was quite content with my success.. I have been happy at Goodison. We have grand lot of "pals," and the team spirit, which is very necessary if success is to be achieved in football, is there with vengeance. You would take us for lot happy schoolboys could see together sometimes, and when you get players like that you will generally find that, they can do things on the field. Everton aren't having the best of luck these days, or we should have been much higher in the table. I wonder how many football enthusiasts when they attend matches, realise how much luck enters into the game . There are days when everything off, when every shot you take at goal right on the target, and when goals seem to the simplest things in the world to get. Then comes the reverse side of the picture. You get days when, try you will, nothing goes right. You may shoot better yet not score, and you disappoint your followers became of it. The players are all the time wishing they could now have one or two the goals they got that day when avervthing went swimmingly But they can't; they have to keep cn doggedly, hoping and striving for the best. sometimes wish the crowds would realise these things, and give the players wee bit sympathy instead of the usual hard knocks.
EVERTON 3 PRESTON NORTH END 1
January 14, 1924. The Daily Courier.
FA CUP ROUND ONE
EVERTON IN RARE FETTLE
PRESTON MANCEUVRED OUT OF THE CUP
Everton were full value for their win over Preston North End, and on the form displayed, may look forward with equaninity to the draw for the next round of the Cup-today. At no point of the game did Preston look like winning, and minus McCall, resembled "Hamlot" without the prince. It says something for their doggedness that the score against them was kept within reasonable limits, but they will be first to admit that fore and aft they met their masters. Perhaps the defeat may be a blessing in disguise, for the Deepdalians will now be able to concentrate on escaping relegation, and in their efforts they will have the best wishes of every one.
Everton pressed almost continuously, and there were periods when Harland had to walk briskly up and down to keep himself warm. Their first goal was a curious one. Chedgzoy's centre went where it was not intended to, and Brown headed on to Chadwick, who shot, Branston made to stop it, but the bounce best him, and all he could do was to head the ball away. It went to Chadwick, who had followed up, and simply tapped it into the net. The second goal was a Chedgzoy special –a flashing run at top speed, a cut in, and a shot at an acute angle which Branston never touched. But possibly the third goal was the gem of all. It was certainly the best that Jack Cock has scored for the Blues. It was a solo affair, and he slipped between the backs at a great pace and finished with a left foot drive well out of the goakeeper's reach –a rare piece of trustful opportunism. Rawling's goal came from a miskick by Livingstone, which enabled Woodhouse to centre. McDonald rushed forward to head the ball, missed it and Rawlings was left with a sister. Just afterwards Woodhouse failed with an easy chance given him by the referee who overlooked the player's offside position, but these rallies on Preston's part soon fizzled out, and Everton were the dominant force to the end and were comfortable winners.
MEN WHO SHONE.
Hamilton played a fine game for the losers, but the intermediate line were never in the picture and one sympathised with Marshall who had a tremendous task in endeavouring to hold the home inside men. Harrison worked untiringly on the left wing but he was well looked after, and Fern was more or less ineffective. Roberts was held in a vice, and Woodhouse apart from an occasional burst never touched his best form. Every man on the winners' side played well, and the cup-tie of slinging the ball about was a success. Chedgzoy had a day out, and he and Irvine bustled the opposing defence unmereifully. Cock's goal was the deserved culmination of consistent excellence; Chadwick was as enterprising as ever, while Troup besides producing some new conjuring tricks, was as good a half-back as any of the three regulars. McBain's display was a treat to witness, but Hart and Brown were little, it anything, in ferior in their work. The backs volleyed and tackled enthusiastically, and Harland had a cheerful, if chilly, holiday. The refereeing was not particularly good. Gate and Money. 33,000 £2,255. Teams: - Everton: - Harland, goal, McDonald, and Livingstone, backs, Brown, McBain, and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards. Preston North End: - Branston, goal, Hamilton, and Yates, backs, Mercer, Marshall, and Crawford, half-backs, Woodhouse, Rawlings, Roberts, Ferris, and Harrison, forwards.
BIRMINGHAM CITY RESERVES 1 EVERTON RESERVES 2
January 14, 1924. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury
CENTRAL LEAGUE (Game 25)
Everton engagement with Birmingham at St. Andrews ended in a merited victory for the visitors by 2 goals to 1. Williams and Forbes scored clever goals for Everton while Harvey, a new player on trial from Kiveton Par, was successful for the home team. Although during the initial half the Everton defence survived many thrusful raids by the home forwards, there was no disputing the visitors superiority in the second half. The Everton wingers, Parry and Forbes often played the home defence in a tangle though under such difficulties Hunter and Samson rendered valuable work. Fern displayed his customary coolness in his clearances, and saved his line repeatedly. The visitors' midfield play was at times superb Peacock and Reid giving capital assistance to the forwards and being equally noticeable in destructive work.
Lancashire Evening Post -Saturday 19 January 1924
A brother of Harland, Everton's Irish goalkeeper, has joined the Goodison staff, and played in the reserve today.
By the way, is it true Everton are willing to part with "Dicky" Downs, the famous old Barnsley back?
MY FOOTBALL CAREER
Derby Daily Telegraph -Saturday 19 January 1924
A Discussion On The Lot Of A Centre Forward
by Jack Cock
having told the story of my football career, I can now proceed to discuss some of the matters which are so dear to the controversial heart of the football enthusiast. May I first of all discuss the lot of a centre forward? I have no facts or figures in statistical form to guide me, but I say without hesitation that there is more searching for centre-forwards more heart-burning and anxiety to fill the position satisfactorily, and more big fees paid for class leaders than over any other position on the field. Why? Simply because that position is one of the most important on the field, and also one of the most difficult to succeed in. It is one of the fundamental axioms of football that an atatck centres round the work of the pivot. If a team has a centre-forward that can keep both his wings in employment that can sweep out long raking passes, dart between the backs, and snap up the returns, and who can shoot goals like a born opportunist -then that team is happy. The lot of most centre-forwards is not a happy one. Leaders of attack usually find themselves slap-bang in front of the goal; they are in the best position for shooting. They have more chances of getting goals than any other player -(I am speaking generally now) -and the crowd realises all this. And so, if the luckless centre forward has an off-day if he doesn't happen to do the right thing at the right time, he comes in for a lot of blame. But here is the rub. People expect so much of a centre-forward that they cannot find room in their feelings to keep for him a little sympathy. They overlook that the opposition know how dangerous a centre-forward can be; they forget that a centre-forward often has one opponent told off to do little else but "Shadow" him; and that a centre-forward receives more attention than any other forward. While it may be true that a centre-forward is most advantageously placed, and that more opportunities may come his way, it is equally true that he has to overcome the greatest handicaps. Just now our playing fields are at their worst thanks to our climate. Which player has to wade through the mud and slush the most -the centre-forward; and why -because most of the play of necessity is down the middle of the field. Which player has to shoot the ball from miniature quagmires in front of goal - the poor centre-forward. I mention these matters just to show that the lot of a leader is deserving of some sympathy, but, for that matter, every player, no matter what his position, should not have harsh criticism ladled cut to him all the time. I think I have said sufficient to show why many players do not shine in the position. Just think of the so-called centre-forwards from junior football that have failed in that position in first-class football, and who have made good in other positions. This is one of the reasons why the never-ending search for tip-top leaders goes on. There are other things which make the position so hard to fill. Some players have different ideas about the task. Some players regard themselves as being in the role of centre forward purely and simply to hit the ball hard and true at goal after the two wings have done the donkey work. Players of this type are known as "opportunies," and their midfield work is seldom highly developed. There is another type of leader-the man who is more than brilliant in midfield, and in keeping his wings on the move, who is ever scheming in attack, but who cannot finish off his work in front of goal. This is the player who has an admiring crowd one minute and a despairing lot of onlookers the next. His shooting spoils much of his midfield cleverness.
The Best Testimonial
My first type of leader is extremely useful if the club get two wings together of super-cleverness and with will be content to do all the work which leads up to goals, and allow the opportunist to take all the credit for his goal-shooting. After all, it does not matter a bad penny who gets the goals so long as goals are scored, but players are always faced with the problem that if they efface their own individuality and their own personal reputation there may come a time when they will find that that course has cost them a job. Let me explain. There is always a time in a player's career when he has to look out for a job. When such a time comes his past record is his best testimonial, and if his past record is one long story of goals, goals, goals, he doesn't need to look far. But if he has to explain that he hasn't been scoring simply because he has been allotted the task of fetcher and forager it doesn't sound so convincing. For my own part, I try to be a happy medium between the opportunist and the brilliant midfield player. I like to be able to be of real use in engineering atatcks, in opening up the game, and also in shooting goals. This is the most difficult role to fill, and it is the reason why you find so few G.O. Smiths, MCColls, Vivian Woodwards, and Wilsons. I tell my readers quite frankly that there are times when midfield work takes too much out of a leader and spoils his shooting, and vice-vera. The happy medium is extremely hard to slight upon. Might I say just one thing more about the work of a centre forward? he invariably comes in nfor a lot of hard knocks and much attention, and aything which helps him to have his task made easier should be done, for it has a great and good effect upon the side in general. Ground passes are the thing which a leader sighs for. The half-back who sends the ball along in ther air isn't helping much. The centre-forward has to get the ball under control, waste time in getting away with it and as often as not finds the opposing centre half, who hasn't got his back to the goal he wants to get to, has all the advantages of the position. Wingers who cross the ball sweet and low will find more goals coming from their passes than from those who send the ball hurtling through the air chest high. I know there are times innumerable when a ball has to be lofted over the heads of opposing defenders; that is O.K. The centre-forward has to take his chance with his head, but there are countless times when a slipped through centre on the ground can be taken by the leader in his stride. In fact, groundwork throughout is a great secret in football, and less air work would improve the standard of football considerably.
EVERTON 1 MIDDLESBROUGH 0
January 21 1924. The Daily Courier.
MIDDLESBROUGH PIPPED BY A HIP.
FREAK GOAL GIVES EVERTON POINTS.
There were about 28,000 people at Goodison Park to see Everton beat Middlesbrough by 1-0. I doubt if 25 per cent of them left the ground satisfied for the game was the poorest seen there this season. Of the two sides Everton were perhaps the more disappointing, for their display never approached anything like the sparkle and understanding one is justified in expecting. In no game this season –and I include their heavy defeats at Sheffield and West Bromwich –have they played so disjointedly and carelessly. They began the contest as if it were "all over bar shouting," and gave the impression that they held the opposition as insignificant in the extreme. As a matter of fact this attitude nearly led to their downfall in the first five minutes, when Cochrane slung over a fine shot which surprised Harland, who had to gather another hard drive from short range immediately afterwards.
When the Blues did get going, it is true, they overran the Middlesbrough halves and backs, but the finishing was uniformly wretched, and Cock especially when not wandering about a la Micawber, was either given offside or thought he was, and stopped in his tracks. A shot from Hart was easily Everton's best scoring attempt up to half time, but there were innumerable corners, from which nothing accrued, and it seemed as if both sides were exploiting the wrong sort of game. The backs, especially Freeman and Holmes, were kicking out persistently, and apart from a few Chedgzoy runs and centres, there was precious little over which to enthuse.
The second half commenced with the same features, and only livened up when Cock got a centre from Chedgzoy past Clough. This was an extraordinary goal. It appeared as if the bounce of the ball deceived the centre, for he evidently intended to head it. As it was the ball hit him on the hip, and Clough had not the remotest idea of its ultimate trajectory. If Everton's forwards were incohesive those of the visitors were positively heartbreaking. There were four occasions at least when Wainscoat had the goal at his mercy, but he usually muddled the chance of fell over. Dickson, too, was a great squanderer of grit-passes from the outside men, of whom Cochrane was the best, for Betterill was slow and hung on too long.
It must be chronicled that the Middlesbrough goal had a remarkable escape when all five Everton forwards had a series of "pots" at it, and again when Cock ran through and hit the foot of one of the posts with Clough helpless. In fact, the last ten minutes of the game were the brightest, for Middlesbrough died game, and gave McDonald and Livingstone a gruelling time, while twice McBain saved the citadel when sorely pressed. The visitors' best man was their goalkeeper, Clough and their next Webster, at centre half. The backs were woefully weak, and the whole team unbalanced, and to be candid unskillful. Although Everton famous half-back line was off-colour, Brown played a distinctive game. He and Chedgzoy were the pick of the side. Altogether a disappointing encounter, and not refereed any too well. Teams : - Everton: - Harland, goal, McDonald, and Livingstone, backs Brown McBain, and Hart (captain), half-backs, Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards. Middlesbrough: - Clough, goal, Holes Freeman, backs, Harris, Webster, and Slade, half-backs, Botterill, Birrell, Dickson, Wainscott, and Cochrane, forwards.
OLDHAM ATHLETIC RESERVES 2 EVERTON RESERVES 3
January 21 1924. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury.
CENTRAL LEAGUE (Game 26)
Playing delightfully polished football at Boundary Park, Everton reserves completely outplayed the Oldham Athletic Reserves and were far superior than the score 0f 3 goals to 2 suggests. The home team could make no headway against the virile Everton halves, and for three-parts of the game were defending their goal. Wall scored Everton first goal, in twelve minutes from Parry's centre. Longmuir equalised, and after the interval Longmuir placed Oldham ahead, but Wall levelled the score. Miller obtained the winning goal. Everton's forwards gave a splendid display, Parry and Forbes being extremely clever wingers.
WHISTON 2, EVERTON "A" 1
January 21 1924. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury
LIVERPOOL COUNTY COMBINATION.
At Whiston. Everton opened strongly, and Appleton fisted out from Barton and Jones afterwards saving a hard drive from Weir. Swindles opened the score after fifteen minutes, when he quickly tapped the ball past Appleton following a corner kick by Harland. No further scoring took place until ten minutes after the interval when Nuttall equalised following goo work by Fildes. Shortly afterwards Rooney had the misfortune to place through his own goal. Whiston gave a much improved display and well deserved their victory.
CHEDGZOY CAPTAINED THE NORTH
December 22 1924. The Daily Courier.
The North beat the South by five goals to one at Elland Road yesterday.
EVERTON'S FIVE DAYS BREEZY BUMP.
January 23 1924. The Daily Courier.
The Railway strike is likely to cause great inconvenience to League clubs fulfilling long distance engagements on Saturday. For instance, Everton, who have to meet Middlesbrough "away" have decided if a normal service of trains is not restarted, they will travel by Charabane. They will leave Liverpool on Thursday, and return by the same means.
MY FOOTBALL CAREER
Derby Daily Telegraph - Saturday 26 January 1924
Why and How I Think The Offside Rule Should Be Altered
By Jack Cock
I have often had the question put to me; "What do you think of the offside stunt merchants?" I'm often too disgusted to think about the full backs who run away from the ball, rather than show a desire to play it. The offside question is one which has caused more controversy than any other in football, and I have at times been amazed to find even players upholding the one-back game, as it is termed. The great majority of players who believe that the one-back defensive game is good for football are backs themselves, so that perhaps they are not altogether unbiased in their opinions. Whenever I go in my football travels I rarely find forwards who will stand up and praise the follows who run away from the ball and cause a constant "tooting" of the whistle for offside. It is all very well for people to write and say that the offside game can be overcome by brains, and especially by brainy forwards. It is easy to sit and write that if attacking players will only keep behind the ball they can never be pulled up for offside. In regard to the latter phase I might say that backs are delighted when forwards strictly observe this idea, for then they drive you back to the half-way line, and keep you there as often as not? I do not know how many followers of the game realise that forwards do a tremendous lot of sprinting, and that they cover more ground than any other player on the field. Let me give you an instance. There are times when you see forwards defending their own goal at a corner kick, and there are heaps of times that they have got the ball from such positions, and have set up a swift and brilliant attacking movement. The whole line dashes the full length of the field. We'll say a corner kick comes, and this is cleared. The forward are puffed a bit; they are out of wind. Not so the defenders, who after the corner, has been taken, immediately move up the field at a trot to that when the ball comes back again the poor forwards are whistled offside. Yet, I shall be told that forwards should have trotted along with the backs, and so kept onside? It sounds all right, if one had the wind to keep on trotting all the time, but the astute forwards preserve their wind for occasions when they have a real chance of putting on goals. The forward whp runs about up and down at the dictates of a wily back is but playing into the hands of the opposition; he is using up his energy quite needlessly, and he is not doing his side much good in the long run. It is no use forwards keeping onside for 45 minutes, and using up so much power as to be unable to raise a gallop in the second 45. Now let me put myself quite right with my readers. I want to say that I have no objection at all to being trapped by a good full-back, providing that full back only uses the offside stunt as a last defensive resource. Don't mistake my meaning. I, along with other forwards can admire the back who plays football and whop does not make the offside game his A to Z style. My lick, and the kick of most forwards and the kick of 80 per cent of the football public is against the backs who play the one-back game from first minute to last, who run away from the ball on every conceiveable occasion and who, by so doing, make a travesty of the game. I've played in games when the whistling of the referee for offside has been absoluetly annoying, and I haven't always been on the atatcking side when I have felt this annoyance! I am one of those players who love football for the sake of the game and the recreation. In my earlier articles I told how I loved the game right from my boyhood, and I am one of countless professionals who have that feeling in their hearts, and who see this game being travestled and spoilt as a game and as a spectable by players who have snatched ast the offside rule to keep a job.
Praise For McCracken
Bill McCracken didn't play the offside game for 90 minutes. The brilliance of McCracken came in because a forward could never tell whether the Irishman would meet him in the orthodox style or by the one-back idea. That was where McCracken's genius for defensive strategy came in. But today ther are backs who do nothing but run away from the ball. I won't mention the names of any clubs, but I can frankly assert that I have seen no less than four players - backs and half-backs -running away from the ball together. That isn't football surely. O don't deny that I have played in games when I along with my colleagues, have overcome the offside rule but perhaps that has been because the opposition were not experts in the tactics they attempted I do not deny that I have often talked this matter over with my colleagues, and that we have arrived at a working plan. I admit all this, but I am speaking from the point of view of football as a national sport. The one-back game is killing interest in the hearts of thousands of people, and it will go on doing so just as long as backs are allowed to be eaten up with the mania of running away. What would I do to preserve the game? I should say that a line drawn half-way between the goal-line and the centre line, behind which no player could be offswide, would make for a vast improvement. When a player got past the new line he would have to have the customary three opponents between him and the goal before he would be in an onside position. Such an amendment to the rule would subdue a back's activities so much that there would be far lesws chance of the game being constantly held up. It would not allow of the return of the "goal sneak,: for no forward would snatch goals at that range. I have not the sapce this week to enter into a full discussion of other phrases of this offside game, and must defer that matter until next week. Now I wish to conclude by saying that my whole objection is not against those who put the offside rule into football, but against those men who have made the offside rule their whole game, their doctrine. That there are such players cannot be denied. That there are clubs which have won honours almost soley because of the way they have exploited the one-back theory cannot be denied. The trouble is other clubs are adopting the same methods. If it is good for one club it must be good for them as well. There lies the whole danger. We have enough offside nowadays to fill any man with dissatisfaction, but I do not think we have reached the height of the epidemic. When no steps are taken to suppress an outbreak of this sort it must spread. The more the one-back game is allowed to sprread and to become the regarded route to football success, the less spectacalar and popular will be the game.
Jack Cock Again.
Derby Daily Telegraph - Saturday 26 January 1924
A grand goal Jack Cock gave Everton another home victory last week over Middlesfbrongh, and such a result is going to have far-reaching effects upon the relegation puzzle. Middlesbrough have been in special training for the past fortnight, so that Cock and Co. will have had to be on their best 'behaviour if they hoped to repeat their sensational win last year.
Everton are said to be certain to sign Norman Bullock, the Bury centre-forward, shortly. What is wrong with Jack Cock that Everton want to spend money on another leader?
EVERTON SHOULD WIN
January 26, 1924. The Daily Courier.
POLICY OF DESPAIR BY MIDDLESBROUGH.
Although tavelling by road to Tees-sides, cramping, muscle binging ordeal, precautions have been taken to place the Everton team in the field at Ayresome Park today in the best fettle. The side will be the same as that which defeated Middlesbrough at Goodison Park last Saturday, and with their hosts trying experiments in the forward lines, everything points to the blues bringing off the double. Middlesbrough will try, for the first time, their new capture from Cardiff City, Smith, at centre-half, shifting the useful Webster to the left half position, vice Slade. Their most drastic changes, however, is the playing of Urwin a left winger, in the outside right position and dropping Bottrill, whose, slowness last week was obvious. It is to be hoped that the Everton halves and backs will not give Dickson Wainscoat, and Birrell the "rope" they did at Goodison, for the inside men had many gilt-edged chances, which they frittered away. It does not follow, however, that they will do so today, and Everton's happy go lucky exuberance may, if repeated, lead to disaster. In spite of the strike, the usual critical survey of the game will appear in Monday's Daily Courier, a special representative having travelled with the team.
MIDDLESBROUGH 1 EVERTON 1
January 28, 1924. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury.
MIDDLESBROUGH'S DESPERATE UP-HILL FIGHT
CHADWICK SENDS A PENALTY WIDE.
Deprived of the full spoils in the last half dozen kicks of the game at Ayresome Park, Everton nevertheless treated the 15,000 onlookers to as pretty an exhibition of forward play as any seen this season at Middlesbrough. Whilst in the first half the visitors scored once, missed a penalty, and generally gave the Teesides defenders a gruelling time, a sheer spirit of desperation took root in the beasts of Dickson, and company after the interval. The result was less frequent attacks by the Blues, coupled with a great deal of unsparing, but rather wild offensives by the Borough. Cock's initial goal was a beauty –a first time downward drive with the right foot as Irvine's low cross-reached him eight yards out. Chadwick fired his penalty kick a yard wide of the right post, whilst later Troup hit the
Cross bar. When Dickson equalised Urwin had left him with a simple "nodder" past the reliable Harland. If only for their up-hill struggle against superior balance and combined effectiveness, Middlesbrough deserved their point. McBain once more proved an outstanding figure in constructive work, whilst Troup caused heart throbs imumerable to the burly Holmes. Troup and Cocks, in fact, were the most successful units in a fact, were the most successful units in a line, which depended rather upon swift combined work than individualism. Cock should have put the issue beyond doubt in the closing stages, when he tricked the defence completely ere driving a foot wide. Altogether Everton shaped convincing against opposition which, it has to be confessed is rather poor at present. Smith, the ex-Cardiff player, rarely impressed. Middlesbrough's best being Webster at left half. Of the Teeside forwards Dickson most took the eye by his energy, though Urwin framed well on the right wing. It was a good hard game from first to last with Everton always the cleverer and Middlesbrough fighting desperately for a point when all seemed lost. Teams : - Middlesbrough: - Cough, goal, Homes and Freeman, backs, Harris, F. Smith, and Webster, half-backs, Urwin, Birrell, Dickson, Wainscoat, and Cochrane, forwards. Everton: - Harland, goal, McDonald, and Livingstone, backs, Brown, McBain, and Hart (captain), half-backs Chedgzoy, Irvine, Cock, Chadwick, and Troup, forwards.
EVERTON RESERVES 1 OLDHAM ALTHLETIC RESERVES 0
January 28, 1924. The Liverpool Daily Post and Mercury
At Goodison Park. Everton introduced Harland at outside left, a brother of the first team goalkeeper, and it was due to his tactics that Williams scored the only goal of the match. The play of Oldham during the first half was very disappointing chiefly through the lack of support from their halves, their forwards being unable to get within shooting distance. Longmuir, in the centre was always dangerous and one fine effort deserved a better fate. The game was thirty-five minutes old before Williams scored and had it not been for bad luck the home side would have held a comfortable lead. During the second half Oldham greatly improved and had quite as much of the game as Everton. Fern was fully tested but kept his charge intact.