Final
The 1934 final was played in a thunderstorm. The storm made the ground very sluggish and slow. A shot by Rutherford span away from Frank Swift and the ball curled very nicely in the corner of the net.
At half time, Frank was blaming himself for what had happened with the goal. He was the youngest player in the team and felt he had let the team down. However, Man City's bustling forward Tilson came up to him and said "You don't need to worry, I'll plonk (score) two in (the) next half".
With just seventeen minutes to go, Jimmy Allen, Portsmouth's tall defender, left the field injured. Man City now had a man advantage. Busby took a throw in and played the ball to Brook. Brook played the ball through to Tilson, who had plenty of time to place the ball home. Gilfallan, the Portsmouth goalkeeper was out of place and Tilson had equalised. There was more to come however, as, with three minutes to go, Tilson latched on to a cross from Herd, to rifle the ball home. True to his word, Tilson had notched two goals.
At the other end of the pitch, Frank knew that all his team had to do was hold on for another two minutes and they would win. A photographer behind the goal was making him more nervous by counting down the seconds on his watch. When the game ended, Frank fainted in relief. The young goalkeeper went on to captain England in the future, his goalkeeping error forgotten.
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