1957-7-1

1957-7-1

Hampden in the sun celtic 7 Rangers 1

Hampden in the sun is a phrase used to describe the 1957 Scottish League Cup final at Hampden Park, 

in which Celtic beat rivals Rangers in a record 7-1 victory. First coined by Celtic supporters as the title of a terrace

song, it's since been used in other songs,poems and a book.

Celtic entered the final as holders, having beaten Partick Thistle the previous year. Rangers were the reigning Scottish

Football League Champions. The match was the first League Cup final contested by the Old Firm, and was held at a

sunny Hampden Park in Glasgow, at 3.45pm on the afternoon of 19 October 1957.

Celtic attacked from the start, with shots hitting the post twice in the first twenty minutes. The first goal was scored

by Sammy Wilson, from a Charlie Tully cross on in the 22nd minute. Rangers defended for the remainder of the first

half, however in the 44th minute Neil Mochan scored a solo goal after a run down the left wing. Within eight minutes

of the restart Billy McPhail scored Celtic's third goal with a header from a Bobby Collins cross. Rangers narrowed the

margin five minutes later, a goal by Simpson, however it only served to reinvigorate the Celtic attack as McPhail, then

Mochan scored their second goals.

In the 80th minute, McPhail claimed his third, a hat-trick of goals all scored with his head. As the game drew to a close

violence flared in among the fans, but in the final minute McPhail was fouled in the Rangers' penalty area. He declined

the opportunity to score a fourth goal, a feat never achieved by a player in an Old Firm match, instead Willie Fernie took the kick. In addition to the seven goals, Celtic hit the woodwork four times. They were permitted to keep their jerseys as a souvenir of the day.

Much of the blame for the poor defensive display by Rangers was attributed to centre back John Valentine, who had signed from Queen's Park earlier that season. Bobby Collins told The Sunday Post "I don’t know if Valentine had no faith in George Niven or Niven had no faith in Valentine, but ultimately they had no faith in themselves, something you can sense very quickly on a football field, and inevitably the game became a rout.

The victory, reported in The Times as "a wonderful exhibition of football", and as an "October Revolution" by The Sunday Post, was comprehensive. The scoreline remains a record in any major British football final, the record margin of victory in an Old Firm game, and Rangers' record defeat.

match stats

Celtic 7 – 1 Rangers Hampden Park, Glasgow

Attendance: 82,293

Referee: J.A. Mowatt

Wilson 22'

Mochan 44' , 75'

McPhail 53' , 67' , 80'

Fernie 90' (pen) (Report) Simpson 58'


Celtic: 

 

GK Richard Beattie

DF John Donnelly

DF Sean Fallon

DF Willie Fernie

DF Bobby Evans (c)

MF Bertie Peacock

MF Charlie Tully

MF Bobby Collins

ST Billy McPhail

ST Sammy Wilson

ST Neil Mochan

Manager:

Jimmy McGrory

 Rangers:

 

GK George Niven

DF Bobby Shearer (c)

DF Eric Caldow

DF Ian McColl

DF John Valentine

MF Harold Davis

MF Alex Scott

MF Billy Simpson

MF Max Murray

ST Sammy Baird

ST Johnny Hubbard

Manager:

Scot Symon

 

hampden in the sun

Hampden in the Sun

Oh Hampden in the sun, Celtic 7 Rangers 1,

That was the score when it came time up, The Timalloys had won the cup.

I see Tully running down the line, He slips the ball past Valentine,

It's nodded down by 'Teazy Weazy', And Sammy Wilson makes it look so easy.

Chorus

I see Mochan beating Shearer, The League Cup is coming nearer,

He slams in an impossible shot, The Rangers team has had their lot.

Chorus

Over comes a very high ball, Up goes McPhail above them all,

The ball and Billy's head have met, A lovely sight the ball is in the net.

Chorus

Young Sam Wilson has them rocked, But unluckily his shot was blocked,

Then big Bill with a lovely lob, Makes it look such an easy job.

Chorus

Now here is Mochan on the ball, He runs around poor Ian McColl,

Wee George Niven takes a daring dive, But Smiler Mochan makes it number five.

Chorus

Down the middle runs Billy McPhail, With John Valentine on his tail,

With a shot along the ground, The cup's at Parkhead safe and sound.

Chorus

Here comes Fernie, cool and slick, He ambles up to take the kick,

He hits it hard and low past Niven, The Tims are in their Seventh Heaven

 

 

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