Peat 32
Dr Little 54
McPherson 55, 83
Match Information
Attendance: 6,000
Referee: J.L. Provan (Chapelhall)
Matchday: Saturday
Match Trivia
They had to send a taxicab for Jenkins. I hope George didnt hurry. At any rate, he wasnt needed for about a quarter of an hour of the Firhill encounter. But in this enjoyable clash he afterwards became as busy as the comic catching platers from the juggler. Strange fluctuation. Here we had Thistle knocked dizzy fir half-an-hour with all their blemishes exposed if not exploited as they should have been. Suddenly they struck in the thirty-second minute, And what a goal! Innocent looking. Peat darted into position, leapt into the air to a cute Linwood header and crashed a glorious right foot first-timer into the net from 16 yards. How he got such force and direction into his effort in such a position is past my comprehension. Never mind, it gave the wavering Thistle a new pride, a new faith in themselves. Indeed, there was a time when they hinted at taking the initiative and completely upsetting the champions. The story changed in the second halfs ninth minute. Little whipped in the equaliser; half a minute more and McPherson, zig-zagging his way past three challengers, scored a wonder goal with a shot that came off a post. He notched a third seven minutes before the end, after which and prior to it, Henderson had us shouting in sheer admiration as he jumped and pounced on balls that looked certain to elude him. I like this lad Cowan. Quick-thinking, cool and far-seeing, he time and again dynamited promising Firhill thrusts. Icicle Woodburn had a dangerous lad to watch in Linwood, but the half-back who impressed me most was the forceful, shrewd McKillop. Husband, I place alongside him, while Sutherland must also be commended. And Ill say of McKinnon that I have seen few backs this season play Waddell so effectively
