Short, but jarring nonetheless. And frustrating: how interesting had they eschewed the tourist trap and walked that camera through Whitechapel, or taken it to Crystal Palace to see Everton win the FA Cup.
In this clip, London comes across as finished, developed, not waiting to evolve into something else in the old whig historian manner. 1906 football would have had the same feel to it, as of something arrived and complete in of itself. But I’m afraid it’s doomed forever to be written up as the comic, jangle-piano prelude to the “real” game we know today. For all that it was more of a proper sport then than it is now.