, young Vallance
received a perfect ovation from the crowd. Alexander was in fine form in
this tie, and some of his returns were splendidly made. Instead of going
at an opponent with the air of an infuriated bull, as some backs are
prone to do now-a-days, he kept close to his man, and waited for an
opportunity, which was at once taken advantage of. Like his brother, he
is still in the city, and takes a kindly interest in his mother club.

~Hugh M'Intyre.~

Mr. Hugh M'Intyre and Mr. J. Drinnan were the half-backs in this
contest. No such new-fangled device as three half-backs was ever thought
of in Scotland at that time, and you may be sure the pair had hard work.
Of all the players sent out by the Rangers, M'Intyre was in many
respects the most powerful. He was, however, to be outspoken, the
coarsest. Woe betide the light and gentle forward who tried to pass Mr.
Hugh! He pounced on his man at once, and with raised back--for he was
somewhat round-shouldered--gave the excited spectator the idea that he
meant to have the ball at any cost. His weight gave him an immense
advantage in tackling, and I think old players will be at one with me
when I say that he was the best at that kind of work in Scotland. He was
about the first to leave Glasgow and accept an engagement in England. He
played against Wales in 1880.

~James Drinnan.~

In the list of the Rangers' eleven who took part in the match under
review, the name of Mr. Drinnan does not occur, and I am obliged to
proffer an explanation. In the report of the contest one "R. Jackson" is
credited with keeping H. M'Intyre company on the occasion. As the
incident is past, and Mr. Drinnan no longer amenable to the laws of
engineer apprenticeship, he did in this match what a great many men have
done before him--viz., played under an assumed name. He was a very fair
back, but not sufficiently brilliant to obtain notoriety, and never had
the distinction of playing in an International. He was, nevertheless, a
very useful all-round player, and could take his place as a centre
forward at a moment's notice.

~Peter Campbell.~

The Rangers a dozen years ago without Mr. Peter Campbell would have been
like the Queen's Park now with Mr. William Sellar left out. He was the
life and soul of the forward division, and it is not too much to say of
him that a finer dribbler and harder worker never kicked leather. Poor
Campbell, like so many more of the old lot, is gone to his account