Aberdeen and Orion are old and tried opponents, and a meeting of the local rivals is a sure draw. Pittodrie was frostbound, and the surface of the pitch looked dangerous, but quite playable. As it turned out, the going was hard from start to finish; there was not a dull moment, and, while individuals did not shine, the combined forces showed play much above the usual standard. It was a see-saw game, Orion having the pull in the first period, and vice versa later on. Aberdeen's defence was very unstable at the start, and even Bisset in goal seemed to be off colour. Mackie played far below par all through the half, and Prophet and Livingston, taking full advantage of the slackness, put in both goals from the wing.
There was a general brushing up all round after lemon time, and purposeless kicking gave way to accurate and judicious tactics, especially at goal. Orion managed to scrape through by a single goal, and, taking one consideration with another, they deserved their win, but the most bigoted Orionite must give the opposition credit for the splendid fight they made. Aberdeen is the home of goalkeepers - true, Ritchie is an Arbrothian - and two better exponents of the custodian's art one could hardly expect to see opposed to each another. Cool, Calculating custonmers they are, and both teams were capitally served between the posts. Thomson and Ross were the better pair of backs, but Douglas was not far behind. Willocks was the star at half for the winners, and Sangster and Harrison shone for Aberdeen.
It was the finely concerted play of the forwards that lent spice to the game, and though defeated the Aberdeen forwards, in our opinion, played even a dashier and more calculating game than the victorious five. Shiach and Mackay, the extreme wing men, are full of speed and resource, and fit for any company, while Fullerton put in a vast amount of useful work.
The best of the ten attacking men was undoubtedly Barron, the Orion centre - A player of great speed, a quality which he combines with judgement and tricky dribbling. That single-handed run which he indulged in towards the close of the game was the tit-bit of the afternoon, and though the goal did not count he deserves a high meed of praise for his pluck. Prophet inclines to individualism. Bremner and Ritchie play nicely together, but the latter must learn to curb his temper and bridle his tongue. Good play is invariably set to naught by frequent penalising for shady tactics. It was a good game, and well handled by Mr. Nisbet, the referee.
Source: Dundee Courier, 28th January 1901