Match ended 0-0
Match Information
Attendance: 20,000
Referee: H.W. Lorimer (Leith)
Matchday: Tuesday
Match Trivia
I saw a right good game at Ibrox yesterday just the sort of stuff to give Tuesday afternoon half-holidayers. And there were 19,000 of them. From the first to the last kick there was not a dull moment, and the result a goalless draw is, in my opinion, a correct reflex of the run of the play. It would have been a pity had either side won. You will, of course, get lets of people to tell you that Motherwell should have picked up the points in the closing ten minutes, during which Hugh Ferguson enjoyed the vilest of luck, but against this you can place that lovely centre of Archibalds which Cairns and Paterson both failed to improve upon. Then you will have others telling you that near the close Tommy McGregor used a hand instead of a foot to clear, for which the Rangers should have been awarded a penalty, but against this I would place Gordons unceremonious tackle of Ferguson in the opening half. I quote the word because I think that tackle was something else. I have no goals to describe, and I am not going into the run of the game, for the simple reason that I have not the space to do so. It would take a couple of columns of this journal to tell you about all the clever and nice things. It was note quite so hefty a contest as that grim Celtic-Rangers Scottish Cup battle on the same field ten days ago, but what it lacked in fierceness was amply atoned for by its cleverness. Motherwell, the only team who have beaten Rangers this season, had a reputation to maintain, and right worthily did they live up to it. No use talking about Rundell! the score, or lack of it rather, speaks volumes for his worth, as it does for that of Harry Lock. We had four sound backs. If there were any SFA Selectors present they must have added another mark to Gordons International total; JE was no better than the fair-haired youngsters who kept Tom McGregor company at the other end. Young Jackson played the best game I have yet seen him do it even bettered his exhibition in a Charity Cup-tie at Hampden that will keep flitting across by minds eye. Jamie Jacksons son was a Queens Park boy then. Craig Brown and Arthur Dixon were two grand destructive half-backs. I raise my hat to both, and Reid and Hugh Ferguson, the respective centre-forwards, will admit thy were up against something, but for the cultured article you had to go the right side of both defences. Bowie was little if anything behind the Jamie who bottles up Irelands left wing at Celtic Park, and the Ranger hadnt far to look for his equal. When Paterson was not robbing his namesake, he was working in happy concert with the men in front of him. Im not going to be extravagant and describe this trio as a human triangle, still their work is worthy of the highest commendation up to the point. Rankin, who was cleverness itself, when on the ball, took the gilt from off the gingerbread by faulty passing. Walls and Stewart were both sound middlemen, although neither was quite the class of his comrade on the left end of the string. Forward, the man who appealed most to me hailed from Motherwell his name Gardiner. He not only spoon-fed Ferrier, but he shows through lots of nice balls to Ferguson. Hughie, while unlucky, impressed everybody. His gathering of the ball was a treat. Lennie, who got the ball across nicely, played one of his very best games, and clever Ferrier failed because he was too unselfish. I dont like a like forward to hold the ball, but the Dumbartonian just overdid the quick parting stunt. Often Ferrier let the ball go first-time from his foot as if it would burn him, when it would have paid better had he carried on for a few yards. Still, the line provided us with much delightful football more than that shown by the prospective League champions. By comparison with Fir Parks combined quintette, the Rangers forwards disappointed. Archibald was a bit of a mixture. The Fifer centred quite a lot of good balls but failed to get across others he should. Muirhead wrought without ceasing but was a bit too individualistic, and Reid was only a very so-so centre. Cairns and Paterson were well looked after by Paterson and McGregor; as a matter of fact, I have never seen the elusive Doctor so well held. Motherwells was the better of the two Pats
