From the Observer’s Football Round Up (Sunday 12 October 1969) by Ronald Atkin
“…Everton are beginning to pile up a hefty lead. They beat Sunderland, the First Division’s basement dwellers, easily enough in the end after conceding an early goal to Dennis Tueart.
Everton, who have presented their supporters with wins in all seven home League games and are now five points ahead in the title race, were further cheered by the news from Newcastle, where their Mersey rivals, Liverpool, fell to a second half goal by Alan Foggon.
Derby County, making their first Division One visit to London since the days of Stanley Mathews’ Cup Final for Blackpool in 1959, managed an exciting draw with Chelsea, which them into second place.
Hugh Curran…gave both points at White Hart Lane. This was Tottenham’s third successive home defeat, and his side’s lack of goal drive must be utterly frustrating for Pat Jennings… who has not missed a game in goal for three years.
Man Utd 2 Ipswich 1 – as Arthur Hopcraft saw it (Observer 12/10/69 p.28)
Even George Best’s infinite variety of unlikely skills could not rid this match of its air of inconsequence. Ipswich looked clothed in anxiety like a second strip; Manchester achieved only intermittent forcefulness.
So we were grateful for Best’s spectacular mistake when he took aim from six years and hit the scoreboard, on the ground that it was more interesting than most of the honest, dull endeavour going on around him. It was that kind of game.
Best dominated it. He scored after 70 seconds and the goal gave a rich expectancy to his every subsequent contact with the ball.
Chelsea 2 Derby 2 – Hugh McIlvanney (Observer p. 28)
The quality of Chelsea’s goals and the breathless momentum of their final rally blurred the flattery inherent in this result. Derby were the bolder, the more inventive, technically the more flexible side. They revealed a width and depth of talent that smothered any stirring scepticism in those of us who had previously been obliged to judge them at second hand.
Clearly their success is based neither on the talismatic powers of Mackay, nor the fanatical drive of their young manager, important though these obviously are, but on a confluence of highly varied and highly developed skills. It owes much too, to that special virile confidence that grows when good players find themselves among other good players, when excellence evokes excellence with the fearless spontaneity of a great jazz group.
WBA 1 Leeds 1 – Leslie Duxbury (Observer)
Indomitable Leeds survived a first half of severe harassment and occasional embarrassment to give Flashy West Bromwich Albion a lesson in ceaseless zeal and hard-eyed professionalism.
Tottenham 0 Wolves 1 – Tony Pawson (Observer)
Persistence is a poor substitute for skill and it was not enough to save Spurs. Collins was t heir red badge of courage in this physical clash playing for an hour with blood streaming over his forehead and staining his white vest.
Cut in a clash of heads he never shirked a challenge and went fearlessly for every high ball. For the rest there was a sad sterility about this Spurs team relieved only by the occasional flair of Greaves.
Dismally outplayed in the first half, they came driving forward once Wolves settled for the holding actin so fashionable for away team.
The determination of the Tottenham attacks was only matched by their tactical futility. Like some soccer charge of the Light Brigade, they came piling head down into the hard, unyielding mass of defenders.
Only Greaves was agile enough to find opportunity under such close challenge and he was twice balked by Parkes’ instinctive saves.
Newcastle 1 Liverpool 0 – John Dougray (Observer 12/10/69 p.27)
It was filthy that a match so rich in endeavour, skill, goal mouth incidents and fine sporting spirit should be decided by a goal that will live long in the memories of those who were privileged to see it.
That Newcastle should be the side to score it and thus take both points was also appropriate, for no one can deny their superiority.
After 10 minutes of the second half, Newcastle scored the goal their pressure deserved. The centre forward, glancing up and seeing Foggon making a diagonal run into the middle, flighted the ball fully 40 yards over the heads of the Liverpool defence right to Foggon.
The winger brought the ball down cleverly with his left foot and, as Lawrence came out, drove wide of him and into the net with his right.