J Smith 9
Waddell 46
Johnstone 47
Marshall 48
A Venters 89
Match Information
Attendance: 6000
Referee: J.R. Boyd (Denny)
Match Trivia
There was only a minute to go. Many spectators had left. Groundsman Jimmy Ritchie had fixed the black-out on the pavilion windows. The hot baths were steaming a welcome for the players. The shivering news-hawks had stuffed away their copy, blown their nose for the umpteenth time and shaped for the drive downstairs. Another win for Rangers this time 4-0. They would write up the fact that every Ibrox forward, but Venters had scored. They would . . . but wait a second. Bolt takes a throw-in, Venters traps and wheels, leaving Hosie tackling the naked grass. On he forges, beat another and another and another. The crowd find a last rallying shout. Hes nearing the penalty-box hes inside beats another the shouts a bellow now evades the last tackle and goalkeeper Brown steps out with eyes like saucers and a mouth full o prayer. Venters shakes a hip. The keeper goes east and his stronghold goes west! A goal in a million. A goal fit to win any cup or International, and here we had it tacked on to a 4-0 win. Sheer extravagance! It was an amazingly good game played in conditions that demanded celerity in thought and action and physical powers above the ordinary. Queens gave all they had in the first half. And they had to take all Rangers had in the second. It would be nonsense to call Rangers a second-half team. Maybe it is because they are a team the whole game, that gives the impression they are at their best after the interval. Most teams fade out in the second half. But Rangers seem to keep the same relentless driving pace. Thats how it was here, at any rate. In the first half centre-half Thomson had two brilliant free-kicks which worried the life out of Dawson and Kyle had one great mid-air first-timer that caught Jerry half-way between his dinner and his Adams Apple. But it was Brown at the other end who provided the heroics. He was immense. Theres an awful lot of real good football in the Queens side. But it is sprayed all over the outfield and dissipates itself on reaching the 18 yards line. Time after time they lift the fork to their mouth, then dally just long enough to have their elbow jolted. The front line needs an adventurer. The wingers are too orthodox. Dixons skill is curtailed by his lack of speed. Kyle is too well watched. Aitken could be the man, if Queens would give him a roving commission. But I seem to remember this player being criticised because he wandered too much last year. Yet I fancy Queens got more goals then. As for Rangers, its difficult to see any team that will do more than simply give them a game. They have a poise and power that appears to be their own patent. One diagonal cross-field movement, yesterday, which flicked the ball from one Ranger to another three-quarters the length of the field, was the poetry of motion. As a said before, the only way well keep Rangers from winning the League is to shove the whole bunch of them into quarantine with measles!
