|Venue: Brunswick Street Oval||Date: Saturday July 18, 1914|
|Result: Won by 9 points||Umpire: Elder||Crowd: 30,000 Takings: £430|
|Goalkickers: C.Fisher 3, P.Daykin 2, B.Cook 1, G.Green 1.|
|Best: H.Haughton (BOG), B.Dick, A.McDonald (until hurt), A.Baud, R.McGregor, C.Fisher, G.Calwell, G.Challis, C.Hammond, P.Daykin, B.Cook, A.Sharp|
A full report of this game which also mentions Carlton's white sash, was published in the Sydney newspaper the Referee.
To read click here> http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article120286280
"Carlton are undoubtedly coming along in strong style, as their last few matches have proved, but in this game the selfishness of the Fitzroy forwards, and the presistence with which they spoilt on another, proved of great assistance to the blues.
The side as a whole worked together like a piece of well-oiled machinery, but three men seemed to tower over the heads of their clubmates, all, however, doing their bit.
Haughton, following, gave of his best, whilst Baud and Dick, on the half-defence line, made their opponents almost look foolish, so well, so irresistibly were they going.
Brown, on one wing, did excellently, despite a tendency to over-display his pedestrian powers. Concerning Challis, on the other wing, one would find it difficult to fault him. The two proved superior to their opponents, doughty though the latter are.
Another half-back was always where the shots were thickest. Leehane was a little behind Baud and Dick, in general merit, and Andy McDonald was going full speed ahead until he struck a rock and was injured. Daykin, in the ruck, was much in evidence.
Of the other defenders, Calwell aviated often, and pleased supporters with his marking, what Jamieson, between the posts, was using unerring judgment in clearing his goals. McKenzie was a decided success, whilst Fisher was always handy, his three sixers being obtained as a result of classic screw kicks."
(Melbourne Punch July 23 p42)
At the end of this round Carlton were in 2nd spot on the ladder with a percentage of 126.3.
CLASH GUERNSEYSThe Blues wore a white sash on their guernseys to prevent a jumper clash with the 'Roys.
"Matches have recently finished in semi darkness, consequently it was deemed advisable that even the two ordinarily very different colors - maroon and navy blue - should be made even more distinctive, so Carlton wore a white sash." (Referee July 22 p13).
Carlton would again don the sash two months later in the Semi Final, 1914 match against Fitzroy on September 12.
Blueseum's recreation of how the clash guernsey may have appeared.
December 2015. Photos from this match have been unearthed.
Now it looks like the sash went from the right shoulder on the front only - see all 8 visible Carlton players in the images below.
In the second photo player No.15 could be Ernie Jamieson as the player kicking looks like a Fitzroy player (ie: no sash)
It would have been so much easier to identify the team if the black/white shorts rule had been introduced before 1924.
See also Guernsey History
A decade before on Round 16, 1904 the Blues wore a sash/clash guernsey against Melbourne, click the highlighted round 16 link to see photos.
Rnd 14 action. Image: Table Talk July 23 p22
1914: THE FOOTBALL CROWD
Does It Play The GameThis is a recreation of the article which appeared in The Age Monday July 20 (p8) 1914 on the crowd at the Fitzroy vs Carlton match.
It looked as though every square inch of ground was already occupied, and yet the turnstiles were still clicking merrily. Sixpenny pieces were still chinked and rattled on the pay slabs, and jinkers and trams disgorged their passengers carelessly before the narrow entrance to the ground. They flowed in, in an endless torrent, these devotees of football. Girls, crowned with orange and blue and pink plumage, trod upon the heels of young men. Sometimes too they used their elbows. Evidently they were accustomed to crowds. Young men thrust violently at the backs of older men, and small boys scuttled like rabbits in and out of the tortuous lanes and openings that appeared now and again in the gathering as it surged this way and that.
Here and there, quite grave and respectable people fluttered bunches of colored ribbon from their walking sticks with the air of persons performing a sacred duty, and hardly a soul was to be found without some sort of a programme or leaflet in his hand. There was a buzzing of conversation, and matches flickered freely over pipe bowls. All eyes at last were turned expectantly towards the splendid sweep of green turf where the men of Carlton and of Fitzroy were shortly to do battle.
A typical football crowd this packed like wheat, craning their necks to see a few square feet of ground, balancing upon big stones and boxes to get a better view, clustering like swarming bees upon the slopes that gave the best view of the arena. Their faces rose in tiers like the pebbles on a shingle beach; the big stands were dotted with thousands of pink faces. And every person in those thousands had come to see the game played. But had they come to "play the game"? That was the question. Was the crowd, taken as a whole, prepared to act up the best traditions of sportsmanship, to smile at defeat and bad luck, to shake a victorious opponent by the hand, to take an unpalatable decision on the part of the umpire without grumbling? The average critic of a football crowd would laugh at the question, and affirm straight away that such an idyllic state of things was impossible, for it is a well- established custom to make a sightseeing crowd of this description a butt of sneers and cheap sarcasm. But, although there was obvious partisanship among the onlookers - a perfectly natural thing - there was good temper, and laughter as well; there was a hearty ring in the cheering which greeted the dark blue of Carlton and the maroon of Fitzroy when the teams trotted lightly on to the field and took up their places.
And then came the a curious hush which was broken suddenly by a roar like that of angry surf as the game started, and the gaily clad figures on the green turf sprang into sudden vigorous life. Thud! The yellow ball soared aloft, glistening in the sunlight, and bare-armed, muscular players leaped to meet it as it fell; there was a surging and pushing amid the crowd, a craning of necks, and a shouting. A little knot of players were tearing down one wing: a man fell to the ground, rolling over and over, and a roar went up which had a note of anger in it. A Carlton player kicked towards the centre, and the crowd, now in full grip of the football fever, yelled almost incoherently. "Oh, good boot! That's a bonzer - that's Dick again! Give him a mark-a-a-h! Where's the umpire? A sudden gust of anger swept round the ground. The Carlton section differed from the umpire on a point of law, and showed it vociferously, and for the moment partisanship resolved itself into a series of arguments between groups of excited men in the crowd. Here, perhaps, sportsmanship did fail in some degree, for there was no disposition on the part of either sections of the onlookers to make the best of a piece of bad luck; but on the other hand it was evident from the trend of disputes that both sections believed themselves to be right. Here was an old man, typical of many in the crowd. His football days were long past, but the fires of enthusiasm burned more strongly than ever in his heart, and removing his pipe from his mouth, where it had been tightly wedged since the start of the game, he turned his head and flung a remark over his shoulder at some unknown critic of Carlton's tactics. "Carlton are good boys! And Fitzroy played a dirty game then," he shouted. "What do you know about it anyway?" came the answer. "The umpire's giving your side all the free kicks. We shan't get a look in, not this game." There was a discordant outburst of contradiction and applause. It rose to a yell of excitement as the game swept near, and the argument was forgotton. In any case it was all very harmless, and in truth good humored; not "sporting" perhaps in the best sense of the word, but certainly not really unsportsmanlike. The old men of the crowd are deeply conservative in football matters, and can see little wrong in the tactics of the pet youngsters. If the umpire does well, he must be a poor sort of umpire, that's all!
The greater part of the crowd, however, were younger men - laborers who had forgotton work for the time being, and pipe in mouth were following the fortunes of their favorites with unrestrained excitement; clerks, fresh from the ledger and the desk, treading on one another's toes, and yelling themselves hoarse, as they thrust forward to avoid missing the finer points of the game; weedy young men, with cigarettes dangling from the corners of their mouths, yelling execrations or encouragement for the sake of making a noise; shrill-voiced boys, more partisan than the other section. They made the bulk of the crowd - and on the whole they played the game. Naturally they were biased in favor of their particular teams. What is the use of going to a football match if you can't support your particular idols? Where is the excitement if your sympathies rest with neither side? But, taken as a whole, they were wonderfully good-tempered, and, for a partisan crowd, sportsmanlike, and in this respect they certainly compared most favorably with the average huge football crowd which throngs the great League grounds in England to watch Association matches. In the Australian game, tremendously fast as it is, there is certainly much excuse for excitement, which too often results in bad temper and a loss of all idea of "playing the game." And there was excitement in plenty when the maroon and blue jerseys swept down the field and the ball sailed from side to side, or bounced to and fro before the white goal posts. Then, indeed, the yells were deafening; necks were craned to their utmost; sharp elbows were thrust heedlessly into ribs and backs; small boys uttered shrieks that were as piercing as railway whistles, and everything was forgotton for the moment in a wild scramble to follow the fortunes of the game. The crowd were carried away completely; but when the umpire's whistle chirruped and the vigorous bustle of the game, was stilled for the moment for a free kick, save for one roar, more of disappointment than of anger, there was little sign of bad sportsmanship, for mere arguments in the crowd count for little. There was no savage, incoherent booing of the umpire; no attempts to rush the ground to get at players and umpire, to hit somebody or something, out of sheer, senseless rage. One incident in particular spoke well of the crowd's temper. Two players, one rising from the ground after a tussle, came momentarily to grips, and the vigor of their grasp could be seen by the play of the muscles on their bare arms. No storm of hysterical rage swept the ground. Instead, there was a deep roar of laughter from the corner of the field where the incident occurred, and as the men "broke away," old and young spectators, regardless of the colors they wore, turned and chuckled at one another without a trace of animus. Then Carlton scored a goal, and a peculiar flickering effect swept over the packed tiers of spectators on the opposite side of the field, as hundreds of hands were clapped vigorously. They could not all have been Carlton supporters over there, and there was no groaning or hooting as the roar of applause died away.
As time drew on the partisanship became somewhat more pronounced. Young girls, whose tall feathers tickled the faces of those behind, and who in many cases could not have seen more than few feet of the ground, pushed as vigorously as any of the men, and cried out to their favorites. They stood on tip-toes - sometimes they stood on other people's toes, but that was accidently done - and refused to believe that any decision given against their side was correct. Remarks were made now and again about the umpire - "He ought to be put on a chain." said one small boy - but they were jocularly made. And to the end the same spirit was manifested. Perhaps the crowd was an exceptionally good one. But, speaking broadly the crowd played the game, and that is what football crowds usually do, for the fullest and best sportsmanship can scarcely be expected where partisan feeling is strong. Now and again, of course, there are exceptions. But does not the cynic take these too much to heart?
|B:||4 Andy McDonald||15 Ernie Jamieson||26 George Calwell|
|HB:||25 Alf Baud||1 Billy Dick (c)||7 Steve Leehane|
|C:||20 George Challis||19 Rod McGregor||2 Ted Brown|
|HF:||3 Percy Daykin||22 Bill Cook||27 Stan McKenzie|
|F:||11 Mort Keily||17 Gordon Green||21 Charlie Fisher|
|Ruck:||5 Harry Haughton (vc)||21 Charlie Hammond||12 Athol Sharp|
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