1957-7-1
1957-7-1
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
