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The match was Officers v Ships Company and the former were severely defeated. The doctor shaped very well and kept wicket beautifully - at least a dozen balls flew off the pitch straight over his head but he never 'stood back' at all. The bowling was poor and Petty Officer Gilbert thoroughly enjoyed himself until he very generously retired.
There were about a hundred American ladies present - all beautifully dressed - and some two hundred men. During the Officers innings Stephenson sat at a loudspeaker and tried to explain to the spectators what it was all about - also that it was not baseball and therefore barracking was taboo. They were model spectators and seemed very interested, but ninety percent, thought that it was on the slow side and could never supplant baseball. On the other hand, at the game of soccer which was staged the spectators raved about it and thought it was a wonderfully skilful display. They went into raptures when anyone headed the ball.
I am guessing that this took place in September / October 1942 but I don't know for sure. If you know anything else about this (date / location etc) I would love to hear from you!
