To fall at Boghead before a Second League combination one Saturday and the next Saturday make a team that is expected to be in the running for both Scottish League and Cup honours look like second-raters has been Aberdeen's experience. Celtic were at Pittodrie on Saturday, and besides two points and three goals, left behind them the impression that while they are capable of doing good things, they also are capable of cutting a figure that would never have been credited to a Celtic side of not very long ago. True, the one and only James Quinn was absent, but in his place was the man who is believed to be his successor - and a likely lad he is - and otherwise it was the cup tie 11 who were on duty. They were "off," and badly at that. When as a Celtic team been made to look so small stuff? It was not one division that crumpled up, but the whole side from Mulrooney between the sticks to Brown and his wings. The tried and seasoned veterans - heroes of many a hard-won and glorious victory like McNair and Young - were no better than the rest. In fact, they made a sorry show against young Scorgie and Wood, whose tactics they could make nothing of. The Loney was good at centre-half, but the men in front of him could never get going, and quite failed to make any impression on the solid local defence. McAtee's raids were alone dangerous, but Brewster, making his debut in first-class company, kept Gallagher well in hand, and the outside man, who is fancied for the highest honours this season, got a minimum of opportunity. McMenemie's opportunism almost came off, but after missing a palpable snip in the first minute of the second period, he was never seen.
Aberdeen, on the day's play, were worth their 3-0 victory. Their stout defence and rushing attack were too much for the "bould bhoys." Wood was the cutest forward on the field. Ask "Sunny Jim" when last he had such an afternoon? He couldn't for the life of him tumbled to the Scorgie-Wood game. And McNair was in the same predicament. Scorgie is a lad with no respect for reputations, and his enterprise had a glorious reward. He had an international defence in a tangle for most of the afternoon. It may sound like too much praise, but it is a fact, nevertheless. Main was a trier all through, and, with Wood, had hard lines in not netting. Travers reveled against his old, comrades, and had a clever goal. Soye had a hand, or rather a foot, in the goals. His crossing was a treat. The halves were gluttons for work, and, in conjunction with Colman and Hannah, completely mastered the opposition. Coleman's covering-up and generalship were great. Scorgie, Wood, and Travers were the scorers in the last 15 minutes of the first period. Up to that one side had been as good as the other; after that Celts went to pieces. A crowd of perhaps 10,000 saw the game.
Source: Aberdeen Daily Journal, 17th February 1913