Showing posts with label True Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label True Story. Show all posts

Sunday 12 January 2014

She fought on the Somme disguised as a Tommy, so why did Dorothy die unloved and unlauded in a lunatic asylum? Incredible story of the only British woman to fight in the trenches, Daily Mail


Perfect cover: Dorothy in her military uniform
Perfect cover: Dorothy in her military uniform
In Paris, in the high summer of 1915, Dorothy Lawrence – a young Englishwoman with more by way of courage and ambition than wealth or  connections – turned herself into a Tommy.
She flattened her hourglass curves with a home-made  corset stuffed with cotton-wool, hacked off her long, brown hair and darkened her complexion with Condy’s Fluid, a disinfectant made from potassium permanganate. She even razored the pale skin of her cheeks in the hope of giving herself a shaving rash.
In a borrowed military uniform she disguised the last vestiges of her female shape and found two British soldiers to teach her to walk like a man. She completed her transformation by forging her own bona fides and travel permits for  war-ravaged France and caught a train to Amiens.
And then Dorothy Lawrence, a cub reporter who hungered to be a war correspondent, cycled to Albert, the village known  as the front of the Front, and joined the ranks of 179 Tunnelling Company, 51st Division, Royal Engineers, as they dug beneath no-man’s-land and across to German lines.
They kept her presence a secret. ‘You don’t know what danger you are in,’ Sapper Tommy Dunn warned her, meaning from the battle-hardened, woman-starved men of her own side, not the enemy mortars.
What he could not have known was the terrible secret which had driven Dorothy to take such risks. Ten years later she would reveal she had been raped as a child by the ‘highly respected’ church guardian who had raised her after she was orphaned.
For almost two weeks in August 1915, Dorothy toiled in the sniper-infested trenches of the Somme – which a year later were to erupt in the bloody hell immortalised by the Sebastian Faulks novel Birdsong – until, weakened by contaminated water and exhaustion, she revealed herself to be a female civilian to her ‘superiors’.
She knew she had the scoop of her life, a story which would set Fleet Street alight.
Even when the British military locked her in a convent to keep her quiet in the final days before the Battle of Loos the following month, she was confident it would make her name.
 
Emmeline Pankhurst, leader of the Suffragettes, agreed. After a chance encounter on the ferry home, she invited Dorothy to lecture the growing ranks of women desperate to contribute to Britain’s war effort. But Dorothy was banned by the War Office from telling her inspirational story either through newspaper articles or talks until after the Armistice in 1918. 
Dorothy braved dreadful conditions on the Front, joining British soldiers in trenches near Albert in 1916
Dorothy braved dreadful conditions on the Front, joining British soldiers in trenches near Albert in 1916
By the time her book, Sapper Dorothy Lawrence, The Only English Woman Soldier, appeared in 1919 it was well received in England, America and Australia, but remaindered within a year as a world exhausted by war looked ahead to the glamour of the Roaring Twenties.
It left Dorothy with neither reputation nor income, and by 1925 she was living in rented rooms in Islington, North London, her behaviour increasingly erratic. With no family to look after her, she was taken into care, and committed first to the London County Mental Hospital and then Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum.
It was here she revealed the tragedy of her broken childhood to doctors – but there is no evidence her allegations were taken seriously and investigated as they would be today.
Dorothy was in hospital for a shocking 39 years until her lonely death in the asylum in 1964
Dorothy was in hospital for a shocking 39 years until her lonely death in the asylum in 1964
It is even possible she was declared insane because she dared to air them publicly. A century ago the word of a man of the Church would have been believed over that of a woman capable of something The Spectator described in its September 1919 review of her book as a ‘girlish freak’.
Dorothy was in hospital for a shocking 39 years until her lonely death in the asylum in 1964. She was buried in a pauper’s grave in New Southgate Cemetery, where the site of her plot is no longer clear.
It was a tragic end to what could have been a brilliant life in the vanguard of women’s journalism. Today, however, as Britain prepares to mark the centenary of the First World War, her exploits are finally being applauded.
Military historian Simon Jones  stumbled across a copy of her long-forgotten book while working at  the Royal Engineers Museum in Chatham, Kent, ten years ago and is now writing her biography.
With his help, The Mail on Sunday has pieced together fragments of Dorothy’s personal and professional life – and can reveal for the first time that her rape allegations were sufficiently compelling to be included in her medical records, held in the London Metropolitan Archives.
‘At the time she was committed her account of the rape was seen as manic behaviour, delusional, but if it was true it might go some way to explaining why she did what she did,’ Simon says.
‘We know today that victims of sexual abuse do not value their own wellbeing – did Dorothy deliberately put herself in danger? If she understood the danger she was in, she did not seem to fear it. Albert in those days was somewhere soldiers tried to avoid – they would even deliberately injure themselves – yet she headed straight for it.’
Simon has, however, been frustrated by the mysteries of Dorothy’s early and later life.
Her adventures in 1915 are clearly told – although he believes they benefit from a bit of spin – but her early years remain an enigma and, as a mental patient, little is known about her from 1925 onwards.
Dorothy resolved to cover the fighting on the Western Front but was ridiculed by editors unable to secure access for seasoned foreign correspondents
Dorothy resolved to cover the fighting on the Western Front but was ridiculed by editors unable to secure access for seasoned foreign correspondents
He believes she was born in Hendon, North London, at the end of the 1880s to an unmarried mother who used several aliases.
When her mother died, Dorothy – then aged around 13 or 14 – was handed into the care of a churchman. Dorothy describes him as ‘highly respected’ and says she was raised in ‘one of England’s cathedral cities’. Simon has traced this to  South-West England.
By the outbreak of war she was scratching a living as a journalist in London.
She resolved to cover the fighting on the Western Front but was ridiculed by editors unable to secure access for seasoned foreign correspondents.
‘I’ll see what an ordinary English girl can accomplish,’ she wrote.
‘I’ll see whether I can go one better than these big men with their cars, credentials and money .  .  . I’ll be hanged if I don’t try.’
And so she did, befriending the soldiers in Paris – her ‘khaki accomplices’, as she nicknames them – who would enable her to pass herself off as a Tommy. 
After ten days on the front line Dorothy began to suffer fainting fits. She feared that if she were found unconscious her sex would immediately be revealed
After ten days on the front line Dorothy began to suffer fainting fits. She feared that if she were found unconscious her sex would immediately be revealed
Rebecca Nash, curator of the Royal Engineers Museum explains: ‘The sappers’ uniform would have given Dorothy some leeway to move around – tunnellers had a kind of right to roam. They were not subject to the same military strictures as infantry soldiers, for example, and would often turn up without the  commanding officer of an infantry regiment having been informed.  It was the perfect cover.’
What was also perfect was meeting Sapper Tommy Dunn on the road to Albert. Beguiled by Dorothy’s mad bravery, he resolved to protect her, hiding her in an abandoned cottage until 179 Company troop moved up and she was able to camouflage herself among his comrades. What happened next is open to academic debate. Simon Jones is Britain’s foremost expert on the Somme tunnels, and he is not convinced by Dorothy’s account. He reveals: ‘I am sceptical of the passages in the book in which Dorothy talks of tunnelling under the front line, but there is no doubt whatsoever that she was in the trenches and that she was disguised as a man.’
His conviction is backed by Rebecca Nash. It is further corroborated by letters in the Imperial War Museum archive from Sir Walter Kirke, of the British Expeditionary Force’s secret service, which speak of a young female journalist disguised as a man on the front line.
After ten days Dorothy began to suffer fainting  fits. She feared that if she were found unconscious her sex would immediately be revealed, compromising Sapper Dunn and  others harbouring her.
She gave herself up, only to have a fit of  the giggles while being interrogated by the colonel: ‘I really could not help it,’ she wrote. 
Dorothy, who hungered to be a war correspondent, cycled to Albert, the village known as the front of the Front, and joined the ranks of 179 Tunnelling Company, 51st Division, Royal Engineers
Dorothy, who hungered to be a war correspondent, cycled to Albert, the village known as the front of the Front, and joined the ranks of 179 Tunnelling Company, 51st Division, Royal Engineers
‘So utterly ludicrous appeared this betrousered little female, marshalled solemnly by three soldiers and deposited before 20 embarrassed men.’
She was sent down the line to Third Army headquarters and subject to  a quasi court martial by three generals, who had her locked in a local convent until she could be put on a ferry back across the Channel.
Correspondence held by the Harry Ransom Centre in the University of Texas in Austin includes a letter from Dorothy saying she had had to scrap her first book on the instructions of the War Office, which seems to have invoked the 1914 Defence of the Realm Act to silence her. The letter is on the headed notepaper of The Wide World Magazine, a London-based illustrated monthly where Dorothy appears to have worked.
But even with this journalistic break Dorothy was unable to  parlay her experiences and talent into a successful career.
Nor is there any record of her marrying, so when her mental health failed she was incarcerated without argument for the rest of  her life.
It’s only now, as Britain commemorates the centenary of the Great War, that her unique part in it is being officially recognised with a mention in the new gallery at the Imperial War Museum, which will open this summer.
Curator Laura Clouting said: ‘This was a time when there was no provision for women to join any branch of the Services and they weren’t even able to work in munitions factories. Mostly they were involved in charity fundraising or succumbed to knitting mania.
‘We’re including Dorothy Lawrence because she proved the exception to the rule.’
So although she left little trace – no family papers or albums of photographs, and of course, no descendants to celebrate her achievement – 100 years after Dorothy Lawrence became a Sapper on the Somme, her place in history is finally secured.


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Wednesday 8 January 2014

'Haunting film that made me see Dad was a hero - not just a cruel drunk I despised': How seeing The Railway Man healed a lifelong rift between father and daughter, Daily Mail


My father was an angry, troubled man who was deaf in one ear — the result, my mother confided to me one day, of a vicious beating by a Japanese soldier. 
Daddy, who was called Douglas Mitchell, was also an alcoholic who lived entirely for the moment. Not once did he concern himself with the future. Indeed, our household finances were irrelevant to him. 
My mother, Peggy, who died in 1999, had to manage all the bills so we weren’t thrown out of our home in South London, or plunged into cold and darkness when the electricity was cut off. 
Bryher Scudamore, pictured with her  father Douglas Mitchell. She said a new film, The Railway Man, which is released nationwide this Friday, made her realise her father was a hero, not a cruel drunk
Bryher Scudamore, pictured with her father Douglas Mitchell. She said a new film, The Railway Man, which is released nationwide this Friday, made her realise her father was a hero, not a cruel drunk
Many memories of my father still sting me to this day. The sheer mortification I felt when I was a child and he would turn up drunk at school open days. 
The time I discovered he’d sold my precious Christening gifts — a sapphire brooch and a beautiful antique silver spoon — to buy himself alcohol. 
My mother had always promised that these gifts would be released from their hiding place and given to me on my 21st birthday. 
On the morning of my birthday, I discovered what my father had done. 
My poor mother had to break the news that they were gone: that Daddy had sold them because he needed the money ‘for drink’.
He died in 1991 from a massive stroke. He was 75. And although I arranged his funeral, I shed no tears. After so many years of neglect, I simply had no feelings left. 
What I didn’t realise then was that my flawed father’s life was utterly defined by his experiences as a ‘railway man’ in World War  II. He was one of the many British prisoners of war put to work by their Japanese captors to build a railway — it became known as the Death Railway — from Burma to Thailand.
Some 13,000 Allied troops and 100,000 native labourers died building it, and prisoners of war were routinely starved and beaten in the most horrific manner.
But it’s only recently that I came to realise that what happened to my father had marked him — and me — for life, in the darkest and most indelible of ways. 
This revelation was down to a most remarkable film, The Railway Man, which is released nationwide this Friday. 
Douglas as a young man. He scarred by his experiences as a 'railway man' in World War¿¿II
Douglas as a young man. He scarred by his experiences as a 'railway man' in World War¿¿II
Colin Firth plays Eric Lomax, a British Army officer sent to a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp in 1942, who wrote an award-winning book about his experiences, on which the film is based. 
It is a compelling story of brutality, courage and reconciliation. The prisoners’ daily work to construct the railway involved lugging huge stones, and carving through solid rock by hand — a form of torture in itself. 
During his time in the camp, Lomax is brutalised by the Japanese, suffering ferocious beatings before being almost water-boarded to death. 
Years later, and still suffering the trauma of his wartime experiences, Lomax, with the help of his wife Patti — played by Nicole Kidman — and best friend Finlay, decides to find and confront one of his captors. 
He returns to the scene of his torture and manages to track down his tormentor, intending to kill him. I won’t give away the ending — but it certainly moved me to tears when I watched a preview of The Railway Man recently. 
I entered the cinema with some considerable fear and trepidation, but also with hope that it might reveal to me something of what my father went through. I thought it might even allow me a greater understanding of the complex man he was.
For until I saw it, I simply had no idea that this was the reality of my father’s life. Daddy never talked  about his experiences. Although I knew he’d been a PoW, he simply never revealed the sheer brutality of what he had endured. 
The only time he came even close to unburdening his soul was when we watched Bridge Over The River Kwai on television one Christmas when I was a child. 
As the film showed scenes depicting the building of the very railway he had shed blood and sweat over, my father flew into a rage. He turned the TV off, shouting: ‘It wasn’t like that! You have no idea.’ 
While I may have discovered he was a ‘railway man’ — whatever that was — I was young, scared, and unwilling to explore his terrifying rages with him. I never asked him what being a railway man actually was like. It’s something I regret so much now.
But as I grew up, it was impossible to have a sensible conversation  with Daddy because of his alcoholism. 
 
He preferred the male camaraderie he found inside a pub to conversations at home. 
And my mother rarely discussed his ordeal. Indeed, despite my closeness to her, I have no idea exactly how much she knew of his past. 
For most of my life I both feared and despised Daddy. Even now, I  live with the scars of his volatile,  angry behaviour. 
He insisted, for example, that I always cleared my plate, no matter what was on it or how much I insisted I’d had enough to eat — a legacy, no doubt, of his own starvation in the PoW camp.
If there was a disgusting piece of gristle left on my plate, he’d say: ‘I’d have been so grateful for that. 
If you don’t eat it now, you will eat it tomorrow. It will stay on your plate every day until you eat it.’
The fear his presence alone caused was palpable. Unease would ripple through the whole house the moment his key went into the lock. 
My mother and I would sit in the front room at night listening for his return, never knowing if it was Daddy the ebullient drunk, or Daddy the angry drunk who would walk through the door. 
What made his rage and self-pity all the more frustrating was that life had dealt him a good hand. He could have given me so much. 
Jeremy Irvine and Colin Firth play Eric Lomax, a British Army officer sent to a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp in 1942, who wrote an award-winning book about his experiences, on which the film is based
Jeremy Irvine and Colin Firth play Eric Lomax, a British Army officer sent to a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp in 1942, who wrote an award-winning book about his experiences, on which the film is based
More than that, he could have been so much.
He had been brought up as an impeccably mannered, rather well-to-do young man. 
His mother, Rosa, was terribly elegant; his father owned a fine china and glass import company. 
The family lived in a pleasant home in Wallington, Surrey, and my father attended a good public school, Dulwich College, before studying at the prestigious Wye Agricultural College.
For all his myopic self-pity in later years, he was a man who had tasted some of the world’s most exotic sights and experiences. 
He had become a tea planter in the Assam hills of India when war broke out.

 'Daddy never talked  about his experiences. Although I knew he’d been a PoW, he simply never revealed the sheer brutality of what he had endured.'

In 1941, after Japan’s entry into the war, my father immediately enlisted while still in India. I have no idea which part of the Army he served in — his drunken rages and unpredictable silences saw to that — but he did tell me that he was captured almost straightaway. 
He then spent four years as a prisoner of war in South-East Asia.
The very fact he survived his toil on the infamous Death Railway was a miracle; nothing in his comfortable upbringing could have prepared him for the horrors that awaited him. 
As I watched the unbelievable brutality of the Japanese soldiers on the big screen, and the constant terror of the PoWs, I wept. 
Here was what my silent, angry father had endured.
History books tell us that for my father and his imprisoned comrades, starvation was the norm. 
Healthy soldiers rapidly became like skeletons. 
Some even resorted to eating maggots to survive. 
Casual cruelty and humiliation was a daily occurrence. 
The Japanese would shove ailing soldiers into latrines for fun.
Executions by sword were commonplace, and many were bayoneted to death.
Some soldiers were beheaded on a whim. 
Men like my father buried their friends in makeshift graves. 
My father’s silence about his ordeal was reflected in the film, too. 
The PoWs in the film are similarly taciturn about their experiences — a fact picked up on by Lomax’s  friend, Finlay, who says that the PoWs don’t talk about what happened because no one would believe the horrors they endured.
During his time in the camp, Lomax is brutalised by the Japanese, suffering ferocious beatings before being almost water-boarded to death. Years later, with the help of his wife Patti - played by Nicole Kidman - and best friend Finlay, decides to find and confront one of his captors
During his time in the camp, Lomax is brutalised by the Japanese, suffering ferocious beatings before being almost water-boarded to death. Years later, with the help of his wife Patti - played by Nicole Kidman - and best friend Finlay, decides to find and confront one of his captors
It’s a wonder, considering how silent he was, that my father ever managed to woo my mother. 
They met shortly after he was repatriated to the UK in 1946. They married and went to live in Fowey, Cornwall, where my father became an antiques dealer. I was born five years after the war ended, in 1950. 
Watching The Railway Man, I felt only too sharply how my own childhood and relationship with my father had been profoundly affected by his despair. 
So many painful memories of my own childhood were excavated in that darkened cinema, as Colin Firth acted out the story of my father’s post-war existence: his unexplained rages, for example, and his inability to show any affection. 
After dabbling unsuccessfully in antiques, my father became a motoring journalist. 
In the Sixties, when Japan started to infiltrate the car market in Britain, he found it impossible to attend launches and press conferences if any Japanese people were present. Quite simply, he just couldn’t bear to be in the same room as them. 

 '... 20 years after his death, I finally feel I have some understanding of why Daddy was as he was. He had seen the worst of humanity, living for years on a knife edge that, at any moment, could have seen him beaten to death.'


His attitude softened a little over the years, but he never forgave the Japanese for not apologising for what had happened in the war. 
And he remained furious that, unlike German children, Japanese children were not taught about their nation’s role in World War II. 
My father’s war didn’t just leave him deaf in one ear, it left lifelong scars on his psyche and his soul. He survived the experience physically, but at enormous mental cost.
I’ll never know whether my father might have found some peace in his life had he, like Eric Lomax in the film, the courage or the opportunity to meet the men who were his torturers. 
But 20 years after his death, I finally feel I have some understanding of why Daddy was as he was. 
He had seen the worst of humanity, living for years on a knife edge that, at any moment, could have seen him beaten to death. 
And he lived the rest of his life consumed with hatred for the people who had treated him so terribly. 
I don’t think anyone could survive that experience undamaged, and I see now why he turned to drink to dull the pain of his  memories. So many men like my father became forgotten soldiers, whose experiences and memories went unrecorded. 
Untold numbers of Japanese prisoners of war have disappeared from the history books, their personal stories of extraordinary bravery forgotten.
My biggest regret is not finding out more about Daddy’s life.
So, at the age of 60, I started a business helping people to write their life stories. 
From the many emails I receive, I know how much families come to treasure these unique books of memories. 
Sadly, the one book I will never read is my own father’s autobiography.
Watching The Railway Man has opened a well of grief and emotion within me. For the first time, I have wept for my father — and I have even found in my heart some compassion for what he went through. 
I have come to see him as a brave man, a war hero. 
Thanks to this film, I know I can find it in my heart to forgive him for all those years of cruelty and violence.
  • The Railway Man is released on Friday. Bryher Scudamore is the creator of autodotbiography.com


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We dropped the ball on gambling, says Labour MP: Tom Watson believes party 'should never have licenced' fixed-odds machines, Daily Mail Story


  • Former Minister said body of evidence shows terminals fuel addiction
  • Lib Dems challenged to back Labour in motion to let councils undo Act
  • Punters lose up to £300 a minute on computer roulette on high streets

Attack: Former Minister Tom Watson has blasted Tony Blair's Labour administration for giving rise to the betting crisis across the UK today
Attack: Former Minister Tom Watson has blasted Tony Blair's Labour administration for giving rise to the betting crisis across the UK today
New Labour ‘dropped the ball’ by giving the green light to fixed odds betting terminals dubbed the ‘crack cocaine’ of the High Street, a leading Labour MP said last night.
Former Minister Tom Watson said Labour ‘should never have licensed these machines’ as his party prepares today to force a Commons vote on the issue.
Liberal Democrats - who want a crackdown on the betting machines - will be challenged to back a Labour motion calling for councils to get the right to ban the terminals if they cause problem gambling and anti-social behaviour.
But Mr Watson said fixed odds terminals, which allow punters to lose up to £300 a minute on computer roulette, should never have been licensed in the Gambling of Act of 2005.
He told the BBC’s Daily Politics show: ‘There’s a body of evidence that these particular kind of machines create in gambling addicts, and that’s something that Parliament should act on.
'Frankly we [Labour] should never really have licensed these machines in the way we did in 2005 and we should put the matter right as quickly as possible.
‘At the time all MPs let this category of machines go through almost on the nod. Our concern was supercasinos and the machines that go into supercasinos.
‘We basically dropped the ball on this one. We didn’t understand the impact this technology would have on the High Street. Now’s the time to put it right.’ 
Campaigners say there is academic evidence that the fixed odds machines are more addictive than other forms of gambling and say they are used by criminals to launder their money.
 
But ministers have refused to act until a review into betting machines is completed this autumn - a review that critics complain has been funded by the gambling industry.
Mr Watson said waiting for the review is ‘like waiting for the polar ice caps to melt -- we’ve been waiting years for this’.
Punters lose up to £300 a minute on computer roulette games in high street betting shops like Coral
Punters lose up to £300 a minute on computer roulette games in high street betting shops like Coral
There are more than 33,000 FOBTs in Britain, with up to four in each high street betting shop. The so-called B2 machines made bookmakers £1.55billion last year - around half their annual profits -- with up to £1.2 billion of that coming from the fixed odds games.
Ed Miliband has announced that a future Labour government would give councils the power to ban high-stakes roulette machines from bookmakers’ shops if they pose problems in their communities.
Labour also plan to change the law so the time between plays is doubled from 20 to 40 seconds and put betting shops in a separate planning class so that councils can use planning powers to control the number opening in their area.
That last idea was endorsed by the Liberal Democrats at their party conference last September.
Shadow Sports Minister Clive Efford challenged the Lib Dems to back Labour’s motion in the Commons today: ‘Across the country, traditional bookies are being turned into mini-casinos, where people can gamble up to £300-a-minute.
Saturday's Mail: We went to get a first-hand view of the crippling effects of fixed-odds betting terminals
Saturday's Mail: We went to get a first-hand view of the crippling effects of fixed-odds betting terminals
The next Labour government will give powers to local communities to ban high stakes gambling machines from high streets.
‘Over recent months, we’ve seen the Tories and Lib Dems posturing on fixed odds betting machines, but totally failing to act.
‘If the Tories and Lib Dems refuse to back Labour’s proposals they’ll have to answer why they are standing up for the large betting companies rather than communities across the country.’
But former Lib Dem leader Charles Kennedy made clear that his party would not back Labour’s motion because they are waiting for the review to conclude.
Charles Kennedy: ‘I just think this is pre-emptive and premature. I have every sympathy with Tom’s argument and I hope the review will endorse it up this is putting the cart before the horse. It’s procedural not principled.’
Peter Craske, of the Association of British Bookmakers, said: ‘Gaming machines in betting shops are not new, they have been enjoyed by our customers for over 12 years.
‘This motion is just playing politics with the livelihoods of 40,000 staff and the enjoyment of eight million people.
‘Our new code for responsible gambling introduces new measures that will reduce harm, letting players set their own limits on the time they play or the amount they spend.
‘Banning a product for a political punch line does nothing to help problem gambler.’


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Sunday 5 January 2014

Manchester United 1 Swansea 2: Late Bony header sends Reds crashing out of the cup



Wilfried Bony's late header condemned 10-man Manchester United to their second straight home defeat and put Swansea through to the fourth round of the FA Cup.
Bony struck in the 90th minute with a header from Wayne Routledge's cross, shortly after United defender Fabio had been shown a straight red card for a high tackle on Jose Canas.
Winner: Wilfried Bony's late header put Swansea through to the fourth round at Old Trafford
Winner: Wilfried Bony's late header put Swansea through to the fourth round at Old Trafford
Leveller: Hernandez wheels away in celebration after equalising early on at Old Trafford
Leveller: Hernandez wheels away in celebration after equalising early on at Old Trafford

Match facts

Man Utd: Lindegaard, Smalling, Ferdinand (Fabio 76), Evans, Buttner, Valencia (Januzaj 63), Fletcher, Cleverley, Kagawa, Welbeck, Hernandez.
Subs: De Gea, Anderson, Giggs, Carrick, Zaha.
Sent off: Fabio.
Goal: Hernandez 16.
Swansea: Tremmel, Tiendalli, Amat, Chico, Taylor, Britton, De Guzman (Vazquez 85), Pozuelo, Shelvey (Canas 64), Routledge, Bony.
Subs: Williams, Cornell, Rangel, Ben Davies, Donnelly.
Booked: Amat, Chico, Tiendalli.
Goal: Routledge 12.
Routledge had put Swansea ahead in the first-half, before Javier Hernandez equalised shortly after.
Swansea will have to travel to either Birmingham, Bristol Rovers or Crawley Town in the fourth round of the competition.
More to follow...





Slot: Hernandez, who is accustomed to slotting in the attack for cup games, tucks the ball home from close range
Slot: Hernandez, who is accustomed to slotting in the attack for cup games, tucks the ball home from close range
Lead: Routledge put Swansea ahead early on to continue United's worries at Old Trafford
Lead: Routledge put Swansea ahead early on to continue United's worries at Old Trafford
Over the top:Routledge lobs Anders Lindegaard to open the scoring in the third round tie
Over the top:Routledge lobs Anders Lindegaard to open the scoring in the third round tie
Side to side: Manchester United's Chris Smalling (L) is watched closely by Wayne Routledge
Side to side: Manchester United's Chris Smalling (L) is watched closely by Wayne Routledge
Back in the fold: Manchester United's Darren Fletcher (left) crosses the ball Jordi Amat
Back in the fold: Manchester United's Darren Fletcher (left) crosses the ball Jordi Amat
The boss: United manager David Moyes signs autographs for fans before the match
The boss: United manager David Moyes signs autographs for fans before the match
Not your's: Swansea's Wayne Routledge shields the ball from United defender Chris Smalling
Not your's: Swansea's Wayne Routledge shields the ball from United defender Chris Smalling
No space: Manchester United's Shinji Kagawa (centre) is chased by Jonathan De Guzman and Chico Flores
No space: Manchester United's Shinji Kagawa (centre) is chased by Jonathan De Guzman and Chico Flores


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