Aberdeen 8 - 1 Brechin City

The introduction into Alliance football of such teams as Brechin City may or may not serve a useful purpose for the ex-Third Leaguers, but one could not, by the greatest stretch of the imagination, assert that visit to Pittodrie on Saturday provided anything in the nature of a trial of Aberdeen's reserve strength.
Apart from a short period in the first half, when, with a stiff breeze in their favour, they kept the Dons at bay, and even scored a goal, through Wright - incidentally, with the exception of Robertson's second, the best of the day - they were out of their class. That period, however, sufficed to bring into prominence two players - Quinn, their big centre-forward, and W, K. Jackson, the ubiquitous Don, who occupied the pivotal berth. Quinn, given more craft behind him than Ramsay had at his command, and allowed time to establish an understanding with his inside men, may yet put his opportunism to good account. As for Jackson, it is not unlikely that he may find his true position in the middle line. He has the inches, and under pressure was cool and confident. Again, when the flood turned upon Brechin, he demonstrated a nice mastery of the ground passing game and spoon-fed his forwards.
Taking this and the immovability of Muir and Ritchie into account, one left Pittodrie wondering why the score, though ludicrous enough, was not greater. Frankly, the forwards were too dilatory in front of goal. Carroll's four, apart from his first, in the opening half, when he screwed a ball deftly past a crowd of players in the goalmouth, were of the kind that fail to excite, while Cheyne's effort, too, was anything but startling. The fifth was Love's, an oblique shot, nicely taken. Robertson, the ex-Bridgeton Waverley forward, a promising lad and a good forager, provided the best of the eight - his second. Love, on the extreme right, slipped him a delightful pass, after beating Kidd in an small area, and the inside man was not slow to seize his opportunity. His shot was too much for Brodie, the Brechin goalie, whose plight at this stage was almost pitiful, for, though he clutched it, he failed to hold it.
Broadly speaking, it was an uninteresting encounter, of which too minute a criticism would be out of place.

Source: Press & Journal, 16th August 1926