A Cunningham pen 10
G Henderson 78
Match Information
Attendance: 15,000
Referee: unknown - to be confirmed
Matchday: Tuesday
Match Trivia
Rangers made their position as League champions secure at Ibrox last night. They beat Falkirk, the fellows who are likely to follow them home in the race for the championship, by a couple of goals to nothing. It was a right good game one that kept the attention of the crowd, which I would estimate at anything from twelve to fifteen thousand, riveted to the very end. Rangers started off in winning fashion. They did not shape as a crowd who would score a lot of goals, but they had the pull. Muirhead, who was making his re-entry into the game after his Newcastle mishap, let Cairns away, and Tommy brought out the saving qualities of Ferguson. A few minutes later Robb cleared from Thomson, then a Falkirk disaster. Cairns got Henderson going. George was running through in his own higgledy-piggledy fashion, but I thought that Hunter might have stopped him. However, Scott was not sure; at any rate he came across like a young avalanche, and the Ibrox centre became the middle part of a hefty meat sandwich. There was a penalty kick of course, and Andrew Cunningham slashed the ball home of a Ferguson fist. Time, eleven minutes. For a bit Rangers continued to have the better of matters, but nearing the interval Falkirk took a better – a really good - grip of matters. They had chances, as also had the ‘Light Blues,’ but nary another goal – and Falkirk were the bigger defaulters now. Thomson, Hunter and Glancy all had chances, even Wood and Moore might have caused Robb more trouble than they did. Turned about a goal to the bad, after Archibald had sent one wide, the Brockville boys came into the game more than ever. Wood shot over the bar when he might have given Robb food for thought. The Ibrox keeper got rid of a bit of hot stuff from Hunter; at the other end after ‘wee Allan,’ Cairns and Muirhead had all had tries, Ferguson was given a long and tricky one to deal with, which he did all right. Now a bit of Ibrox trouble – Arthur Dixon was hurt. He went forward to the outside right berth, with Andrew Cunningham took his stand between Davie Meiklejohn and Tommy Muirhead. It wasn’t a bad shift; the side did as well as ever it had been doing before, and eleven minutes before the finish a second goal came their way. A ‘corner’ from the right was in a way, foozled by Ferguson. Off his hands the ball came to earth, and all George Henderson was called upon to do was to put the side of a foot against it, and Ferguson was whacked for the second time. When I say this, I do not infer that the Falkirk man kept a bad goal. Oh dear, no. He had weak moments, but these were few and far between. His backs were hefty, but they were clever withal. In front of them, Tommy Townsley, for the greater part of the time, was a master, and Hugh McNair, up against the best left wing in Scotland – anywhere, perhaps – has nothing to be ashamed of. Dougal, too, did all right. Forward, Falkirk were an uneven lot. I liked Wood. The Kilbarchan boy is an outside right winger who can get the ball across. Glancy and Hunter were clever, Moore was just so-so, and Thomson, I think is not just the man to lead an attack. I don’t wish to be hard on the boy, but really, he didn’t do well. Willie Robb was ever ready in the Rangers goal. Manderson was the better Ibrox back, the best defender on the field maybe. In the middle, Meiklejohn and Dixon (until Arthur was hurt) did all right, all the time. Muirhead was letting us see what a really good half-back he is. Forward, Morton and Cairns were just ‘it’ – you don’t wish me to paint the lily; Henderson was the usual useful George – never worried seldom flurried. Andrew Cunningham, as a forward, was almost, if not quite, as good as he was at Dundee on Saturday. As a centre half-back, he much more then passed muster. Alec Archibald is not his own self yet. But, he’ll come – let’s hope it will be soon.
