One of the finest games in the long series of Internationals between England and Scotland that have been played was that at Stamford Bridge on Saturday, when by winning by one goal to nothing England secured the International championship for the season 1912-13. The crowd, too, was the best ever seen at a meeting of the sides in England. The official return showed that 52,500 paid £3,387 1s 6d. for  admission, but the holding capacity of Stamford Bridge must be greatly over-rated if the free list was kept within a reasonable limit.
   I wondered as I sat in the stand watching the changes in the game what the shout would have been like had all the Englishmen shown as much enthusiasm as the Scots. Even when Hampton forced Brownlie into the goal for the only score the cheer from the Saxons was almost drowned by the disappointed Gaelic 'Oh's.' Scotsmen are real enthusiasts, and they did not forget to let the home country's supporters into that secret both by word and the skirl of the bagpipe.
   England won. There are differences of opinion as to whether they deserved to or not. Despite the fact that Scotland pressed during three-fourths of the second half, I think the wonderful diisplay of England's forwards in the first half and the superb defence of Crompton, Pennington and Hardy during an anxious second entitled England to the barest possible win.
   The English forwards made a wonderful line in the first half, and only Brownlie saved the Scots from downfall on at least five occasions. Compard with Scotland's attack they were as masters are to pupils. Then they were essentially a 'line,' but they dwindled to individuals in the subsequent stages, and in the last quarter of an hour were quite unbalanced owing to Holley going into the half-back line to fill the place of the injured Watson. Fleming and Simpson were a fine wing in the first half, whilst Holley's dribbling was extremely clever. The regrettable bereavement of Wallace robbed him of the opportunity of displaying his prowess in company in which he could not help shining.
   Hampton seemed to lack that dashing confidence which he displays as leader of the Villa attack, but in a line of artists he quite held his own. His headwork was excellent, whilst he justified his selection by the way he fed the wings with fine long transfers, engaged in clever passing runs with Holley and Fleming which quite nonplussed Thomson, and shot at goal. He was a little off the mark once or twice with great drives, but his goal was typical of him.
   Simpson had sent in a high centre which the wind cnverted into a shot for goal. Hampton dashed into position, but Brownlie snatched it from his head, only to be bundled straight into the net by the thrustful Villa leader. Brownlie slung the ball out before he had reached the ground, but it had been well over the line. Hardy might have been caught in the same trap later, but he took the safer course of fisting the ball out.
   At all times Hardy was what we know him to be at Villa Park—the safest custodian in the League. His adroit moves to thwart oncoming forwards were much appreciated by the crowd, and whilst two great saves at point blank range from Andrew Wilson and Robertson brought forth the most decisive English cheer of the game. He made no mistake.
   I know of no defender so certain of displaying his best on a great occasion as Jesse Pennington. On Saturday by his clever intition of what a man is going to do he saved two practically certain scoring shots. During the period of Scotland's aggression in the second half Pennington was continually on the move, working with might and main, and with Crompton up to his best international standard need one wonder why Scotland did not score?
   The English half-back line was the best that has represented the Rose for some years. Watson, of Burnley, was always a favourite with the crowd, and even Scotsmen cheered him when he was forced to retire with a strained groin. McCall excelled Wedlock as a pivot, and Brittleton held his clubmates, Wilson and Robertson, with the cleverness of a postmaster.
   On the Scottish side Thomson was the man of the hour, whilst Brownlie, McNair, and Walker, vied with him for safety in the second half. Reid could not breakaway from the shadowing of McCall and Pennington. 'Bobbie' Walker was the most effective man in the line, whilst Donnachie, despite a few good centres was disappointing. In the second half the Scotch wing halves sprung into the limelight, and the strength of the middlemen was mainly responsible for England's failure to raise a gallop in attack.