W Reid (2)
A Smith
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Matchday: Monday
Match Trivia
Scandinavian Tour On Saturday morning (June 3rd) Mr Levin, the secretary of the Orgryte Idrott Sallskap, met our party, ad showed us the better part of the city, finishing up with the bathing station at Langedrag. This was more to our liking than sight-seeming, as it stood over 90 in the shade. The open sea was good enough for the majority, but a few of the more daring spirits had a Swedish bath. In the afternoon when left to our own, we found it not so easy to enjoy ourselves as at Christiania. There everyone appeared to be enjoying life; here it looks like a serious business. The police seem to be everywhere, and with sabre at side give quite a military touch to the town. At 10.30 on Saturday night there was hardly a soul to be seen on the streets. Anyone visiting this place for the purpose of seeing Continental life will draw a blank. Tuesday forenoon found us at the seas again, and we had the good fortune to witness the two Swedish champions, and a number of prospective champions, practising the high diving and jumping for the Olympic Sports. The highest platform is about 36ft 6in above the water, and this was taken by quite a number. However, it was left to the champions to show what could be done. Their efforts in jumping, in turning somersaults and diving from this height were done in the most graceful manner. Water-polo was also being played, and the efforts of some of our party caused more amusement than admiration. In the evening a flying contest at Kyiberg was the attraction, and as neither car nor taxi could he had for the return journey the five mile walk home meant that after dinner enough had been done for the day. Monday morning still finds us in a sweltering heat, and we were glad to take a short sail to Styrso, anything to keep us cool and to get clear of the town. The most of us have heard the old story about the Scotch Sabbath. Well, there are others, and we have struck a place where every day appears to be the first day of the week. From information gathered this morning from an old residenter, this is a police-ridden city; riots are caused here upon the slightest provocation, and the police are ever on the alert. Gothenburg id the home of football in Sweden, it being introduced here 25 years ago by some lace-workers from Newmilns, and tonight we meet an International team which is termed here as Svenska Fotbollforbundets Kombinerade Lag
The Rangers turned out punctually, and had to wait on the Swedish champions about six minutes. After the usual camera business the game was started. The Rangers, with Bowie and Gordon in their proper places , were playing their best game in this trip, and kept the Swedes pined to their goal, but although the keeper on two occasions let the ball through his legs, we could not get the ball in the net. The referee was showing a painful lack of knowledge regarding the elementary rules of the game. Richmond got a bad kick on the knee, but no notice was taken of it, then Chapman got another. The left half then tried to pull himself on Hogg’s neck by the jersey, nearly strangling Hogg in the operation, but still no foul. Then he gave Smith offside with three men between him and the goal, and twice Reid was given offside when well set and in play. The Swedes were not making the show expected, the extreme wingers being only players to make ground. The left-winger is a very fast, free-going player, and in good company would shine. It was left to Alex Smith to open the scoring, and a beautiful drive from the touch-line found the far corner of the net, with the goalkeeper hopelessly beaten. Reid had hard lines with a hard shot, which just grazed the bar. At the same time, he must consider himself lucky in being allowed to shoot at all by the referee. If he got the slightest chance of giving a foul against the Rangers it was given, and we are beginning to wonder what will require to happen before a foul is given against the Swedes. Bowie, one of the most gentlemanly players, was checked for charging the goalkeeper with the ball in his hands. Half-time result – Rangers, 1-0. The second half started in a very forcible manner, the Swedes using their weight – and they have plenty of that; but gradually the Rangers wore them down, but not before some very hard knocks had been received. Scotland was never nearer losing the services of one of her best outside right in recent years then when Bennett got between two of the Swedish defence. The game was stopped to let the little fellow come round, and instead of being sheered when he got to his feet, he was laughed at. Then one of the Swedish forwards got a knock; the game was stopped, and the shouting of the crowd was terrible. Reid followed up a high ball from Chapman and scored. Shortly after, from a centre from Hogg, Reid scored a third goal. This finished the scoring, Rangers winning by 3-0. The referee made a disappointing show, and if the game is to make headway here both players and referees will need to acquire a better knowledge – of the game, and play it in a more sportsmanlike manner
