Well Wallyum Duncan didn't get much to do, but he showed class and grit when called upon.
Silent John Ferguson was as cool and deliberate as ever, always a bulwark in a pinch.
Big Sam Fletcher played the game of his life and used his weight a la Crompton. Ask Tommy Swords.
T. E. Murray, Bethlehem's internationalist, took good care of his former teammate in Sweden, Tommy Swords, and the latter somehow missed the limelight.
Well, Dribbler Campbell was Dribbler Campbell. Nuf sed.
Billy Kirkpatrick was so busy he didn't have time to smile. His grit and tenacity earned him many friends.
Little Jimmy Murphy's speed was too much for the Rovers' defense. At that he was playing against the cleverest and best players on the Rovers' team Charles Burns.
Pepper, the tireless, got in enough hard work to do an ordinary man for a week, and he still had pep at the finish.
Didn't Harry Ratican bustle those fullbacks, yet he showed the Bethlehem spirit when he always let the goal keeper clear if he got the ball first.
Unfortunate not to score, some of Forrest's drives had goal labeled on them. His was a wonderful debut.
Whitey Fleming had a regular field day. Fred Burns had a wonderful view of the game he will never forget -- Tommy's heels. He saw them most of the time.
The big Bethlehem delegation certainly enjoyed themselves. They had the satisfaction of seeing the Steel Workers give the most wonderful exhibition of soccer in their history. It's hard to imagine a time in the final so much outclassed as the Rovers were.
Sunday's great victory will not make the Steel Workers let up for a minute. They will tackle Babcock & Wilcox next Saturday in the American Cup final with the same dash and determination that made them the United States champion.
Just one word for the Rovers; they took their defeat like good sports, Captain Swords and Charles Burns congratulating the Steel Workers and admitting that they were outclassed.