T Cairns 42
T Craig 60
Match Information
Attendance: 12,000
Referee: M Quinn (Bellshill)
Matchday: Monday
Match Trivia
Everything went so smoothly for Rangers and so crookedly for Clyde, that the result was a foregone conclusion from quite early in the game. True, the Ibrox men took 40 minutes to notch the opening goal, but long before Cairns plunked a pass from Henderson out of Shingleton’s reach the writing was on the wall. At times the ‘Light Blue’ indulged in bombardments, and how Shingleton’s charge escaped downfall for so long was due to the tenacity and resource of Frame and Farrell. But it was good for the game that the opening goal was delayed, for those lifeless and guileless scarlet-clad forwards never looked like scoring. Gallacher showed some neat footwork in the early stages, but he got no response from Brown and Culley, and he gradually faded out of the panorama. McGillen was in a class by himself. This dapper Irish winger had to plough a lonely furrow, but he often showed Reid and Meiklejohn a clear pair of heels. Clyde’s outlook after crossing over was not improved by the absence of Johnstone, who had remained indoors with a damaged foot. For a time, the Shawfield ‘ten’, with Rae at centre-half and Gallacher on his right, showed more fire, and both Wallace and Culley had a great chance to snatch the equaliser. Six yards from the goal the ball lay for either to tip into the net, but the ex-Kilmarnock man elected to have a ‘biff’, and the leather whizzed sky-wards. This was the Shawfielders only chance of making a fight. Rangers quickly settled down to their monotonous attacks on Shingleton’s charge, with Archibald and Morton livening up things with individual dashes. After 15 minutes the ‘Fifer’ tore past everybody and then left Craig with an open goal, and the ex-Alloa inside right, who was making his debut as a ‘Light Blues’, made no mistake. With the end in sight the Shawfield fellows put on a spurt. Spreading themselves out, they swung the ball from wing to wing instead of clustering together as they had been previously doing. McGrillen beat Reid in a tackle, and dropped the ball into the middle of the goal – a regular Alan Morton lob, and Robb could only pick the leather out of the net. It was about the only bright spasm by the Clyde men, who, with the exception of the defenders and McGillen, gave a spiritless display. With the winners it was a holiday fixture in more senses than one. Craig, who deputised for Cunningham, was a trifle slow in gathering the ball, but otherwise Tommy paid his way.
