Lindsay
W Reid +2<45
Match Information
Attendance: 18,000
Referee: G.W. Hamilton (Motherwell)
Matchday: Saturday
Match Trivia
If we were to get a regular supply of the phase of football Craig and Fulton, the Morton backs, gave us at Ibrox Park, farce would soon become the more applicable term. Some people, I know, consider it wonderfully clever for defenders to adopt the one-back game, and play forwards offside. It seems to me there is too much interpersonal rivalry among the Morton men who used to wear Rangers’ colours, and the players who are inside the light-blue jerseys. It was manifest all through the contest. Everybody saw it and nobody was pleased with it. The spectacular side of the game suffered, and it was the game the spectators paid to see, not personal rivalries. A draw was a good result, because though Rangers attacked far more than they defended, their forwards never possessed the skill or driving power necessary to break down the resolute – and tactical – Morton defence. Both goals were scored in the first half. Rangers had shown the more aggressive front, and seemed like scoring first through sheer perseverance. A slip by the Morton defence and Reid would have been in on serval occasions. But the slip was on the other side. Near the interval, Brown bustled up the centre, and the home defence getting into a muddle, Lindsay took the chance that came. His shot from eight yards out gave Farrington no chance at all. Hard on top of this the equaliser. Rangers went along on the left, and to check them, Wright gave away a free kick near the penalty line. Galt placed the ball to Smith, who ran on and shot hard. Bradford went down to it, but before he could clear, Reid dashed in and kicked the ball into the net. The interval was almost immediately sounded. Rangers were in opposition territory for three-fourths of the second half, and some of the Morton defence was of a desperate character. One great single-handed save by Bradford from Reid, who took a hard pass from Galt and shot it as it spun his way, was impartially cheered. Bradford stood well by his team at this stage. Then the Morton half-bacs began slashing the ball up the field and this set their forwards attacking to such purpose that Campbell and Ormonde, and all the Rangers’ halves, had, in turn, to show the defence desperate. Rangers did not give a satisfying display. The forwards lacked the physical strength essential to combat defenders who delighted to use their shoulders. Frequently, you saw Ramsay, Bowie and Bennett sprawling after the contact with the heavier opposition. Bennett it seemed to me, became disgusted at trying to keep onside. Ramsay did not help him much, and yet, at times, the ex-Queen’s Parker caused one to say “Ah, now he is going to show us something”. There is football in him sure. Reid tried hard, and was in a sense, unlucky. Bowie and Smith were a clever wing; their fault was physical. Galt’s play had the stamp of freshness and he gave better passes than I have seen him do on the wing. He was the most useful of the halves. Ormonde was good all through, although a little at fault with Campbell when the goal was lost. Morton’s defence was their bulwark. Bradford was splendid. He was always on the spot to receive the shot, and his fielding was, as a rule, clean and decisive. Wright was the half I liked best, perhaps because he had less tactics than the others. He was always playing football. The forwards thought nothing of artistry. “Get there”, was their motto. Lindsay oftenest seemed like getting there
