|Venue: Princes Park||Date: Saturday, June 8, 1912. 3 pm|
|Result: Won by 18 points||Umpire: Murphy||Crowd: 25,000*|
|Goalkickers: R.Moran 3, N.Bowen 2, J.Marchbank 1, V.Valentine 1, J.Wells 1.|
|Best: V.Valentine, R.Moran, A.Wilson, N.Bowen, G.Challis, B.Dick, Andy McDonald, E.Jamieson, T.Clancy, B.Payne, G.Bruce, J.Wells|
Game Review"They are great on song-making at Carlton, and knock together a verse or two whenever a deed is done by the club worthy of being extolled in song.
Saturday's was a mighty deed, and it is up to the poem-builder to construct nothing less than an ode in honour of the occasion. It could be hung on the wall of Tom Skehan s new bays, which were opened up to the public on Saturday. But somebody has got off the mark with a little verse (so-called, I suppose, for want of a better name") in praise of the phenomenal first quarter's play. The verse was carved with a penknife out of a redgum block on Sunday morning in Prince's Park.
the Bogie Man—
And have ve heard the news, dear
The Boys in Blue have gone and done the trick;
Why, they fairly dazzled South—some called it slaughter;
Their victory was sure in 'half a
The redgum poet is decidedly one eyed so far as he has gone, but possibly his supply of wood ran out before he could chip-carve the description of South's magnificent attempts to gain the day.
Carlton obtained 39 points to nil in the first quarter, but only 25 in the remaining quarters, as against South's 46. But it was a staggersome opening by Carlton—a series of whirling, overwhelming and brilliant dashes, in perfect system, that swept South Melbourne off their feet and heads. They were rattled, amazed, bamboozled—and had the sun in their eyes.
They pulled themselves together immediately the second quarter was entered upon, and from that period to within a quarter of an hour of the finish. Carlton did not feel out of the wood. Ten minutes later the pack began to "holler"—Carlton's advantage was certain. South's uphill struggle was ineffectual. They could not push the high gear up the mountain side. They had done well, but they had met their masters. It was a corking game, played as if the very lives of the competitors depended on the result. -The pace was terrific, and Carlton set it. They were the faster side, and they kept it going, always careful not to allow any loose man. too much latitude. Consequently South's system was checked to a considerable extent.
It was a surprise indeed, but the old birds of Carlton (after the match) cocked their heads on one side, and, like wise old cockatoos, murmured: "I told you so." They were happy, and deserved to be so.
I say, girls! Now, this will please you., as it 's intended to do. On Saturday, at Carlton, a much-travelled man was criticising the crowd. He had toured England, and seen the "All Blacks" on their conquering tour. This is what he said of the Carlton ladies: " I was just contrasting the crowd with the English attendances. This beats the old world hollow. Why the women here are dressed beautifully, and with better taste than the others.'
The honours of the day, as far as the centre line was concerned, at Carlton, were with the local men—Bruce, McGregor and Clancy—although McGregor found Mullaly a close and watchful opponent, and Prince was great at times.
Caldwell did not shine with his customary brilliance at Carlton. He could not get the polish on. Which is another way of complimenting George Bruce, who was opposed to the Southerner. One of the Carlton poets a few weeks ago was contemplating the making of a poem entitled " Challis, Where Art Thou?" Since then, however, he has changed the title, but thinks that the words of " See the Conquering Hero" will suit better than anything he might write, for Challis is a champion.
South Melbourne were paralysed by the remarkable opening by Carlton, and never completely recovered, although they made gallant efforts. The work of Andy McDonald, in the defence forces, was great at Carlton. A round of ringing cheers was well deserved in the third quarter, when he beat Mortimer out of sight by beautiful play.
If the kinematograph man were at Carlton when the match ended on Saturday he would have secured a picture worth a ton of money. The sight was wondrouslv interesting. Crowds rushed the ground, cheered the players, both vanquished and victors, and then surged around the Carltonians, patting them on the back as they tried to get to their room. Valentine was seized and carried shoulder high, tall men slapping him approvingly on the back as he was carried past wriggling and laughing. The little rover had deserved all the praise and attention, for he had played like a lion from the bounce, thanks to the good work of Wilson in the ruck.
After this round Carlton were second on the ladder, with a percentage of 146.8.
.*The Referee in its review said the crowd was 35,000.
|B:||10 Ernie Jamieson||3 Norman Clark (coach)||26 Harry Haughton|
|HB:||14 Fen McDonald||6 Billy Dick (vc)||16 Billy Payne|
|C:||4 Tom Clancy||11 Rod McGregor||8 George Bruce|
|HF:||5 George Challis||15 Jim Marchbank||20 Frank Triplett|
|F:||2 Ned Bowen||27 Roy Johnson||7 Richard Moran|
|Ruck:||23 Archie Wilson||19 Jack Wells (c)||18 Viv Valentine|
MilestonesDebut : Richard Moran
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