Dawson 1
J Smith 7, 12, 51
McPherson 59
Thornton 80
Match Information
Attendance: unknown - to be confirmed
Referee: H Watson (Glasgow)
Matchday: Saturday
Match Trivia
Lets shake with Rangers, proud and worthy champions of the West League. And lets shake with big Jimmy Smith, although the very fans who acclaimed his hat-trick were tearing their hair with anger when, a minutes after Dawsons surprise first-minute goal, he was made to look the village fool by his manner of letting a ball from Venters slip between his widespread legs. Jimmy, however, became the hero of this match, which gave the Light Blues 45 points and therefor the title. To be frank, Queens were caught and trapped by the shrewdness of the Ibrox wing half-backs, the grim tackling of Woodburn he and Connor had a little private feud of their own and the mastery and artistry of the forwards. Big Smith set them a problem they never quite solved. The artifice of Venters, the swift, scissors-like thrust by McPherson and Thornton, and all over the cool, cunning team-work of the whole team made their rivals a much poorer team in comparison that they really are. The Dumfries defenders took the burden. Manfully they shouldered it until it became too heavy. Watson wavered. The others swayed, and in the second half the very thought of big Smith on the ball had the whole rearguard as nervy and uncomfortable as a golfer standing up to a three-yarder on the last green and asked to hole it for the match. Youve got to remember this when criticising the forwards they did not get anything like the service of their opponents, due to the fact that their half-backs were too busily engaged in defence. Actually, there was much goodness in their wingers which, however, was stifled by lack of nourishment. I want to tell you of Smith. He was a dream centre-forward to Rangers and a nightmare to the Dumfries. He headed the first goal in the sixth minute, and before the interval went tearing alone and crashed home a second. Six minutes after the turn he had the crowd roaring. From a McKillop pass he swung round, outwitted Watson, careered on and finished with a cool flick past R Davage. McPherson, who thoroughly enjoyed himself, has many of the essentials of a high-class winger. He made it four in the fourteenth minute, after which Thornton notched the fifth. By that time, we were wearying on the finish
