A Cunningham (2)
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Match Information
Attendance: 20000
Referee:
Matchday: Sunday
Match Trivia
The ten thousand Copenhageners who attended the Danish-Scottish football match yesterday were standing in glorious sunshine. It was a tropical climate and many people longed for a cool roof to cover them, and when it did not lie within their scope, they rushed to the men who sold the soda. They tore the bottles from them and swallowed it to give them new strength to shot at the Belgian referee, or yell at the Scots
Glasgow Rangers also won the last match. They therefore depart from Copenhagen with three victories. The two goals the Scots got were penalty kicks. The legitimacy of which was questionable. If the referee had been a wise man, he would not have given Rangers the last chance, but he probably also suffered from the tropical heat. The big football matches are now over, all that remains is the international match against the Netherland, which will be played on Sunday. The Scots started by playing against the strong sun. They had to put on a reasonable light jersey, but they are still warm enough. At this time of year football in England and Scotland, so the brave Rangers are not used to this. Our people initially had a small, tiny grudge, but then the Scots took over and soon made it even hotter for Sophus Hansen. Vilhelm Jorgensen falls during one of the Scots attacks – for a very plausible reason. He gets a Scot in the back, and the Dans should therefore have has a free kick. They didn’t get it. But it got worse. Because Jorgensen rolling on the ground, hit the ball away with his hand, intentionally or not (I didn’t think it was), but the referee gives the Scots a penalty kick which Cunningham scores. The Scots are very superior. They unfold their entire advanced game and lead attacks after attacks towards the Danish goal. Both Morton and Henderson deliver shots, but Sophus clears them. Our team is accomplished, but Rangers are currently too strong for them. We have almost no attacks. The entire game takes place in our half of the pitch. The home players work terribly hard, but they get out extremely slowly nest to the Scottish speed and placing their balls badly. Towards the middle of the half, our people have their second attack. Carl Hansen puts a badly screwed ball at goal, but Robb saves. The fight goes on, it doesn’t look like anything will succeed for our eleven. The defence is putting up a brave fight but are working very half. The halfbacks are the bravest, Torn, And Berth can hold their own, but Teilmann drops back to help against the quick-witted Morton, who time after time turns him with his adorable skill. Our attacking line was not successful yesterday. The five players could b=not find each other at all. Thorsteinsson can’t do much against the comfortable McCandless. Bette over the other half never keeps his place, and many if anything Aaby should be in his place. Sofus Nielsen and Viggo Jorgensen ate too heavy for the Scottish game, and Carl Hansen hangs around like a fly in a bottle. There is too much hype and too little substance in his game. Still, he is the best of the five. In the 38th minute the Scots get their second goal – again from a penalty kick. Ringsted flicks a ball and thereby it bounces onto his hand. The offense was definitely unintentional, but the referee sounds his whistle. Cunningham executed the Belgian sentence, and poor Sophus has to collect the ball out of the net. The masses are at boiling point and the air resounds with songs of abuse about the referee, but luckily, he doesn’t understand any of them. It is sometimes an advantage not to know all languages. Four minutes before the break we have a dangerous attack. Torsteinsson brights the ball up, and Sofus Neilsen kicks it into the goal, but a Scottish player defected it at the last moment. The following corners come to nothing, and the half ends with the Scots 2-0 up. The Rangers are taking things easy. Who wouldn’t do that in the heat when you’re two goals ahead? The Danes have most of the attack, but they are far too arrogant and choppy, and the excellent Scottish backs and halfbacks easily destroy the efforts of our front men. When five minutes had passed, the Scots scored, but was offside, and the home team breaths easier. The many drinks and sodas during the break have probably also give the masses a slightly brighter view of the situation. The Belgium referee receives a standing ovation, which for once is meant seriously. In eight minutes, the Danes attack through Aaby and Bette, but Carl Hansen misses the goal. In ten minutes, Carl Hansen himself storms through the Scottish defence in a heated battle with both backs. The ball goes to Torsteinsson, who – shame on him – kicks far to the wrong side of the post. A minute later, Sophus Hansen us involved in an exciting melee with Henderson, but the Scot is fouled. In eighteen minutes, a new Danish attack, Berth lays out to Torsteinsson who centres, but Carla Hansen’s shot goes over the goal. In twenty minutes, Bette is fouled by the Scottish right back. The free kick that follows goes right in front of goa. The situation is exciting, but the result is zero. A minute later Torsteinsson makes a solo attempt, but he can’t handle three Scots. The Rangers are taking things easy. Their backs and halfbacks naturally have it in order, but they manage far too often to clear over the side lines. This earns them – rightly – the public’s displeasure. After 34 minutes there had been many fierce battles on Bette’s side of the pitch. He has had many scrapes, but it doesn’t bother him, iron strong he is (There was just a little more football in him). He and the Scottish defence are mortal enemies, and now he finally gets his revenge. He gets the ball across into the middle, and Torsteinsson kicks the pass between the legs of one of the Scots backs. The goalie couldn’t see the ball, and it goes in. It’s now 2-1. An earthquake follows. Of course, we have finally scored. Hope awakens again in every Danish heart. There is still a chance, at least for a draw. The game is in the last ten minutes, our people brush off their fatigue, but their efforts are in vain. Torsteinsson gets a chance he should have taken but doesn’t. He’s not the old Sam of old. Then the match ends with a nice Scottish corner kick, which Sophus has to go up in the air to catch, which he does. Thus, the game over with a 2-1 win for the Scots
The three Danish-Scottish matches are over. They have – seen as one – given out players excellent exposure and training, and they have provided all football with great enjoyment. You have to stoop and admire Glasgow Rangers, if you have an eye for or sense of football at all. These Scots are the master of the football game. The speed of the Scots is phenomenal and skill. They can take any bullet pass, no matter how awkward, they immediately put in under control and move on. There was almost never the slightest slip in that. The Scots have a wonderful ability to calculate the ball and go in the air at the right moment. And they not only ‘nod’ the violence away, but they also direct it where they want it. Their heads are as secure as their kicks. Their attacking game is the typical Scottish short passing. It cannot be played any finer, than they have done. Their handling of the ball, their positioning ability – that they always know where they are themselves and their opponents are, plus where their fellow players want a pass. Their game is safe and speedy that surpassed anything we’ve seen so far. During a match, there could be long periods in which the ball passed from Scot to Scot, without any opponent touching it, as the Danes swarmed around it. It will probably turn out that these matches with Rangers, will born fruit in Danish football, as it seems that our players have not completely lost the ability to see and learn
