1949 Speedway National League Division Two
The 1949 National League Division Two was the fourth post-war season of the second tier of motorcycle speedway in Great Britain. The League was extended to 12 teams with the addition of new entrants Walthamstow Wolves, Southampton Saints and Ashfield Giants. Coventry Bees and Cradley Heath moved up from Division Three, with Cradley changing their nickname from Cubs to Heathens in the process. Two sides were missing from those that finished the previous season. Birmingham Brummies moved up to Division One and Middlesbrough Bears dropped out, although the promotion and most of their riders moved to the renamed Newcastle Magpies whose riders and promotion in turn had moved to Ashfield
The Division Two Anniversary (League) Cup was discontinued as the expanded league programme gave the teams 44 league fixtures.Bristol Bulldogs retained their title.
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