Woodburn og 37
Marshall 53
Match Information
Attendance: 75000
Referee: unknown - to be confirmed
Match Trivia
The final we had all dreamed about stopped, as most dreams do, at the most interesting part! But that was good stage management. If it had lasted a few minutes longer the cup might have been won, and that would have diddled us out of an hour and a half of I hope the same next Saturday. As time wore on, I felt, as did everybody else, that Rangers were bound to felt the all-important goal before the ninety minutes were up. But I didnt want it to happen. The way I figured it was that men like Jimmy Dykes, Archie Miller, Tommy Brown and Philp didnt deserve to finish on the losing side after such a heroic display. The first half was a genuine test of strength between two good teams. In the second it was only the unflagging efforts of the Hearts defence that prevented the cup going to Ibrox. But of the two halves give me the first. It had something of everything. Rangers forwards moved that fascinated. Forked lightning stuff by Johnstone, many Walkerisms, delectable Dougan dashes, goalmouth stuff that made the shivers run down your back. During one Thornton-Gillick-Smith move Waugh was standing open-mouthed waiting for the inevitable to happen, and then up popped Tommy Brown to kick past for a corner. That was Hearts first real escape. But the greatest thrill of all was when Johnstone went tearing past McClure like a tornado and swept the ball across the goal. Dykes tried to intercept, but his long legs werent just long enough, and Gillick came careering in to miss it by a fraction and land headlong in the back of the net. It would be about fifteen minutes from the interval before the Tynecastle fellow settled to a really confident game. Wee Dougan, who had been getting far too little of the ball, began to show Johnny Shaw a trick or two that the latter didnt know very much about. Walker was endeavouring to make good his puerile display in last weeks National, while George Hamilton was beating Woodburn surprisingly often in the air. The one blot on the landscape was the left wing. Massie was allowing himself to be beaten for the ball time and time again by Bolt, with the result that Christie was left outside rather than outside-left. And yet Massie was right in at the death when the goal came along. After Walker had made great play on the right the ball fell between Massie and Dawson. Alex lofted the ball over Jerrys shoulder to leave the goal uncovered, and as Walker dashed in to finish the job Woodburn stuck out his foot, and this gets the credit for the score. Hearts should actually have turned two up, for a minute or two later Hamilton flashed the ball across the goal with the Ibrox defence hopelessly lost. Massie and Christie made for it simultaneously, but it was a one-man job. The Hearts pair got fankled and the chance of the game went abegging. I wont go into details about the second half, because you would only be bored by the repetition of Rangers did this, Rangers did that. But the equaliser, you must get a slant on that. Eight minutes after the interval and Gillick going flashing through. Dykes took him in somewhat agricultural fashion just on the eighteen-yard line. Rangers claimed a penalty, and I thought their restraint quite remarkable when Peter Craigmyle refused to listen to them. The infringement was so palpable. In clearing Dykes had conceded a throw-in, however, and I for did not have any regrets when, after Massie had dully-dallied instead of clearing first time from Bolts throw, young Marshall got possession, took it first time, and banged it into the roof of the net. From then onwards it was practically one-way traffic. I completely lost count of the number of times Johnstones immaculate crossed were either headed or kicked away by the blond giant who rose above everyone else in the Tynecastle defence. And then there was Archie Miller constantly popping in to prevent Gillick from becoming dangerous, though it is highly questionable whether Gillick can be dangerous these days. To Philp and to Brown full marks though they never showed the subtlety of their opposite numbers, Symon and Bolt. I cannot remember having seen Bolt play a better game. There was really no comparison in the forward play, which was hardly to be wondered at, since Hearts had to rely for almost everything on Dougan, Walker and Hamilton. I didnt see much of young Marshall in the first half. But he fairly pushed himself into the limelight after scoring the equaliser. Rangers best forward was Charlie Johnstone; he ran McClure quite dizzy. But if Mac usually came second best, he took his medicine like a man. There were 75,000 of us there, and I fancy most of us will be in our places on Saturday. We may not see a Rangers victory, but I reckon we ought to
