ABSTRACT
It was a clear, crisp Edinburgh afternoon in early spring. Blustery wind haddried away the rain that had swept over the city earlier, leaving a sharp bite of anticipation in the air. It was Calcutta Cup day and England were in town. As the crowd made its way to Scotland’s Inverleith ground in the northern suburbs of the city, the streets echoed to the talk of England’s unbeaten run of two seasons, of the brilliance of its captain Ronald PoultonPalmer, and of the chances of the underdog Scots that afternoon. It was March 1914.
