All first-class cricket was cancelled in the 1940 to 1944 English cricket seasons because of the Second World War; no first-class matches were played in England after Friday, 1 September 1939 until Saturday, 19 May 1945.
Ten matches were cancelled at the end of the 1939 English cricket season due to the German invasion of Poland on 1 September and the British government's declaration of war against Germany on Sunday 3 September.
Although 11 first-class matches were arranged during the 1945 season, following the final defeat of Germany in early May, it was not until the 1946 season that normal first-class fixtures, including the County Championship, could resume. In contrast with much of the First World War, it was realised in the 1940s that cricket had its part to play in terms of raising both public morale and funds for charity. Efforts were made to stage matches whenever opportunity arose, especially if a suitable number of top players could be assembled. The number of matches increased after the tide of war turned in favour of the Allies after El Alamein and Stalingrad.
At league cricket level, playing one day matches, many competitions continued throughout the war: e.g., the Birmingham League, the Bradford League and the Lancashire League.
Successful wartime players included Laurie Fishlock, Eric Hollies and Eddie Paynter.
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