A Cunningham 20
A Morton
Match Information
Attendance: 22,000
Referee: W.F. Campbell (Dundee)
Matchday: Saturday
Match Trivia
Rangers opened all right at Motherwell, yesterday. They were the better team; they took their chances, and they won by three goals to nothing. Still, I would not say that they were the better side by that margin. Narrowed down, the Ibrox fellows sized their opportunities; the other chaps didn’t. Early on Jacky Reid had a glorious chance, which he refused. But when it came the Rangers turn there was no waiting, no dely. Midway through a nice cross found Andrew Cunningham ready, and quick as lightning, on went the first goal. This success gave Rangers the confidence wanted, and on they went hammer and tongs. In between McCandless got hold of a Ferguson flier, almost under the Ibrox bar, but the next goal was at the other end. Alan Morton’s scoring shot was a beauty, but he should never have been allowed to deliver it. Still, it was a bonny goal. Rangers two goals ahead, felt and knew, they were winning, and afterwards everything came most easy to them. Then Cunningham let go another, and Motherwell were well whacked. Three nothing against them at the interval, what chance had they? Turned round, Motherwell bucked up. Now and again, they came within an ace of scoring, but the Rangers, assured of success, took things easily; as a matter of fact, the points were won at the interval or before it. About the players, I felt sorry for Rundell who hadn’t a chance with any one of the goals. Dick Little, I though was the best back afield, although once McCandless found his feet, he did every well indeed. In the middle, on either side, there was nobody outstanding, all six did fairly well. Forward, the men of most consequence were Cairns and Cunningham, and at times Alan Morton. At this early part of the season, I shaw not be too critical; but I must say something about newman John White. John’s brother over-kicked the ball often in his crosses, but he gathered it all right, and towards the close he was doing very much better. Willie Rankin seemed short of a run, although he wrought hard. Ferguson is not the real Hughie yet; but Ferrier is still the old Bobby. Some of his first time crosses and shots were great. I liked Jack Reid; he is as clever as they make ‘em. But Jacky boy, will you please keep your temper
