Match ended 0-0
Match Information
Attendance: 31,000
Referee: W Webb (Glasgow)
Matchday: Saturday
Match Trivia
Drawn games are often annoying, irritating. When they are also foal-less, the dissatisfaction is made acute. Like leaving a cake unfinished. The thripenny-bit is in the piece uneaten. Yet, I didnt meet a solitary soul after the game who looked at all miserable. Indeed, the Hibs people were frankly pleased. And the Ibrox folk complacent. For this game had everything else but goals. And thats not so bad when you consider how often games have goals, and nothing else. I can forgive players any failing so long as they are honest and sincere in their endeavour. And there couldnt be a single complaint on that score at Easter Road. When the boys came near the touchline for a throw-in, the perspiration glistened on their faces. Even showed damp on their shirts. That grilling sun . . . It wasnt a game for detailed description. Bit one for close attention. Play surged from end to end with such tremendous abandon, our heads kept shifting left-tight, left-right like a ventriloquists doll. I dont suppose the bus-load of Rangers fans I passed on the way through would be too happy about the result. They expect such a high standard from their idols. At the sone time they must have been delighted with the play of Ross, the young ex-Benburb boy, who came in at right-half. I had to ask Chairman Jimmy Bowie all about him at half-time. Had he not been so outstanding I might not have bothered. I dont want to blow up any youngsters head, but I must say he looks likeliest successor to Davie Meiklejohn. If Easter Road discovered this for Rangers, the point they left was poor recompense. Id like to see the other new boy Reid some more before grading him. He is certainly nimble, confident and bit unaware of the teamwork value. The defence was OK, the mid-line better on the right than the left, and the forwards often clever but always unlinked. Hibs have a right to feel happier about things. Granted the inside-forward play was too tame, but McLeans shoulder injury deranged the prospective alarm of that. I am certain wee Milne, at centre-forward, is going to prove the bets thing that has happened to Easter Road since the club discovered ambition. Big Jimmy Simpson hated em wee but can get along splendidly just the same. The quick hand-grip between these two at the end was a mutual tribute in which the crowd would have liked to join. I enjoyed the game. I enjoyed the refereeing. I enjoyed the fervour of the crowd. But most of all I enjoyed the friendliness of the players in a game where the clashing of bodies often caused on echoing Ouch! in the stands.
