A Cunningham
McMenemy
Match Information
Attendance: 15000
Referee: Alec Jackson
Matchday: Wednesday
Match Trivia
James Bowie Benefit Match - On quite a different footing from what we have had since the New Year came in, the players in the James Bowie match at Ibrox enjoyed themselves. What matter though it rained all the time and simply poured on occasion the plastic footing was sufficient compensation for the flinty fields of the past six or seven days. As a consequence, we saw much delightful football. I am not going to tell you which side should have won the winner or loser means nothing in a game of this kind bur, oh, what beautiful football. I have watched Jamed McMenemy as boy and man since 1900 came in, but never have I seen him do better. Napoleons feeding of Alan Morton was superb, his shoves through to Andrew Wison were things of beauty. These latter caused me to speculate within my own mind as to what a forward line the Celtic would have were Jamie and Andrew associated. But, of course, this will never happen perhaps! The latest from the stable is that the Dunfermline Athletic centre-forward undoubtedly the best in Scotland is going back to Middlesbrough. We shall see. Andrews manoeuvring was uncanny almost at times, and his shooting ever well, almost ever on the mark. Which brings me to Lock. Herbert brought off three or four truly great saves from the Cambuslang sharp-shooter, and several more from others. Harry is still a fine goalkeeper, in a season when fine goalkeepers are as common as twopenny pies. Yet, when all is said and done, for the best of all we have to go to James Brownlie. Young Broonlie is no showman. He doesnt dance about like some of the younger fry; he obtains the maximum of efficiency with the least possible effort. Jamie dives for the ball and he did dive yesterday but only when such diving is absolutely necessary. There is a solidity about Brownlie I have seen in no other custodian. I fancy Jamie said things to himself when, at the middle of the second half, after Archibald had centred a lovely ball, Cunningham sent it past him like greased lightning. Big Andrew should never have got the chance; another big one should have nudged him off. I refer to James H Galt. Next minute, however, all was well the match was drawn. John Crosbie was brought down within the dreaded area, and the offence was so heinous that Alex Jackson awarded the extreme penalty. We were all waiting for Andrew Wilson taking the kick. But no! James McMenemy steeped forward right up to Lock. The Celt said something or made some cabalistic sign to the Southampton man. At anyrate when Jamies soft shot got in just under the bat, Harry was at the other end. Thus, the match, as all good benefits should, ended in a most even draw. I have already said something about some players. Let me mention a few more. Gordon, Manderson, Bulloch and Livingstone were all good backs, and while Cringan was the master middleman, McAndrew, Dixon and Walls were anything but duds. Forward McMenemy, Wilson and Crosbie in that order were truly great manipulators, but as effective inside men. Cairns, Cunningham and Muirhead were little behind. JB Bell did ever so much better than at Parkhead on Tuesday, and Archibald approached the improved standard touched in recent games. Paterson and Alan Morton were something of a mixture now extremely clever, than just so-so
