Other Events
Mon 10 July. Five of All-England defeated Five of Addington at the Artillery Ground. The match was played for fifty guineas a side and was the result of a challenge by the Addington players to meet any other five in England. Betting was 8-1 in favour of Addington.
Addington: Tom Faulkner, Joseph Harris, John Harris, George Jackson, Durling.
All-England: Robert Colchin, John Bryant, Robert Eures, John Bell, Thomas Waymark.
Mon 17 July. In a return match, the same Addington five beat the same All-England five for fifty guineas.
Wed 26 July. In a deciding match, All-England won by 2 runs. They scored 11 and 12; Addington replied with 16 and 5. The prize this time was 100 guineas. All-England made two changes to their team with James Bryant and Val Romney replacing John Bell and Thomas Waymark. Addington’s five were unchanged.
A game at White Conduit Fields on Wed 2 August involving 22 members of the London Club. The report states that the venue was in use before 1720 but that the White Conduit Club was not established until c.1780. On the site was the White Conduit Tavern, erected in about 1648, and this was a favourite halting-place for those who had walked out a short distance from London. In 1749, the Tavern was owned by William Curnock and shortly afterwards by Robert Bartholomew, the Surrey cricketer.
Mon 28 August. Long Robin’s XI v T Faulkner’s XI at the Artillery Ground for sixty guineas a side but the teams were not top-class and had several players making up the numbers.
Tues 29 August. Portsmouth versus Fareham & Titchfield on Portsmouth Common. The Portsmouth team, which was described as those living on the Common, won by great odds.
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