B McPhail 18
English 38
Match Information
Attendance: 6,000
Referee: J Baillie (Motherwell)
Matchday: Saturday
Match Trivia
It looked so easy for Rangers at Ibrox, yet in the end they were left disconsolate. Starting off as if they would make the points secure before the interval, they turned with a two-goal lead were lulled into a false sense of security, and then saw their advantage evaporate. They must have wondered how it happened. The answer is simple. McGurk, who had been more or less starved in the first half, began to get the ball through to him in the way he likes it, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. McAulay could make nothing of this clever winger who, time and again, outwitted the ranger with comparative ease. Both Clyde goals came from McGurk. Eleven minutes after the restart, while King was off the field he came back almost immediately after the goal McGurk gained possession and flashed past McAulay, and smartly rose and brought it down, but was unable to retain it, and in the scrimmage that ensued Smith smashed it into the net. The champions steadied and appeared likely to regain their two goal lead. But no, for with twelve minutes to go, McGurk again left McAulay standing, and his cross was met on the run by King, who crashed it home. But let me take you to the start of the encounter. The play of McPhail and Morton was splendid. They did almost what they liked with Summers and Docherty, who had a sorry time. The expected goal was recorded in the fifteen minute. Morton hoodwinked the Shawfield right flank and cutely turned the ball to McPhail. Quicker than it takes to tell, Bob shot it home. Twice English was within an ace of putting the champions further ahead, but a second goal did not come until after thirty-eight minutes. McPhail, the schemer of the attack, paved the way for this one. He placed the ball perfectly to English, who took it, and running on, let rip with his right. The ball went raging behind Stevenson after striking the underside of the bar. Innumerable opportunities came the way of the Ibrox forwards after this, but little use they were to them. It was not that their finishing was so wretched, but they simply could not deceive the watchful Stevenson, whose display throughout was magnificent. Neilly Gibson was a great destroyer. Right well did he play his part. I was also enamoured of Mayes, especially in the first half. This lad is on the upgrade. Boy kept Simpson on tenterhooks but was too effectively guarded to cause Dawson mush anxiety. Still, he served a useful purpose, for he drew the Rangers defenders away from the outside men. No half-back could stand comparison with Brown. His anticipation and footwork was one of the games features. He in conjunction with Morton and McPhail made a dazzling triangle. The power and resource of Meiklejohn were admirable. Marshall, although repeatedly opening up the game, was too probe to hold the ball when Archibald was unmarked and ready to go on.
