1909 Eastern Suburbs Season - Season

Season

Round Opponent Result Score Date Venue Crowd
Premiership 1 Glebe Dirty Reds Won 38 - 5 24 April Wentworth -
Premiership 2 Western Suburbs Magpies Won 10 - 2 1 May Agricultural 400
Premiership 3 North Sydney Bears Won 26 - 16 15 May Agricultural
Premiership 4 South Sydney Rabbitohs Lost 10 - 22 22 May Agricultural 1500
  • Premiership round 5, Saturday the 29th of May 1909.

Eastern Suburbs 18 defeated Newcastle Rebels 16 at the Newcastle Sports Ground.

Described this way "As an exhibition the game was all that could have been desired It was fast, open, exciting and even."

Premiership 6 Newtown Jets Won 28-5 19 June Agricultural 800
Premiership 7 Balmain Tigers Lost 3 - 11 26 June Birchgrove 1500
Premiership 8 South Sydney Rabbitohs Lost 5 - 16 10 July Wentworth 2500
  • Premiership round 9, Saturday the 17th of July 1909.

Balmain 24 (Apploney 2, Moore 2, Halloway, Regent Tries; Fitzpatrick 3 Goals) defeated Eastern Suburbs 15 (M. Frawley, Kelley, Webb Tries; Surridge 2, King Goals) at the Agricultural Society's Ground.

This was reported to be a particularly rough affair, Easts lost a player early in the match through injury, two more players were severly concussed, Four were sent off for fighting, and a fifth, Easts captain Larry O'Malley was sent off for kicking.

Round Opponent Result Score Date Venue Crowd
Pemiership 10 North Sydney Bears Lost 14 - 24 7 August Agricultural 3000

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