Haslemere.
CRICKET. —PETERSFIELD CLUB v. HASLEMERE AND FRENSHAM (with Randall).—This long expected and talked of match came off on the Lion Green, near Haslemere, on Wednesday last. The Petersfield mustered all their strength, with a full determination to come off conquerors, as they have done in every match this rear. The betting to one on Petersfield. Mr Marshall and J. Marden, on the Haslemere side, took bat first, and batted well against first-rate bowling. 24 runs were got without a wicket. This looked well for Haslemere. However, the Haslemere party were put out for 60 runs. Petersfield then went in, confident of having a long innings, but the superior slow bowling of Mr. Randall told them to the contrary, as none of them could hit them. The bowling of W. Bridger was also first-rate, and the whole eleven were put out for 36 runs. Betting was now three to one on Haslemere, who scored in their second innings 75, leaving Petersfield 100 to beat. They went to their wickets nothing daunted at the long score against them, but the bowling proved too good for them, and 7 wickets were lowered for 12 runs. This concluded the match, night coming on, and the players adjourned to the Lion, where a very pleasant evening was spent.
Portsmouth Times & Naval Gazette - Saturday 27 August 1859
Thursday, the 11th inst., at Haslemere. It appears that Haslemere headed Petersfield in the first innings 24 runs. Petersfield, in the last innings, had to go in against 100 runs, to beat, and scored only 14 runs, when the time was up, and seven wickets down, leaving 86 runs for three wickets to beat. The match was of course decided by the first innings. It seems that a panic, or something still more unaccountable, had seized the players, as the best men of the club were on the ground. The young club was more lucky, and, as the old woman said in the late Crimean war, ‟there’s always room to be thankful,” upon learning that her eldest son was killed, and that her youngest son had obtained a medal, so we may console ourselves, inasmuch as the ‟youngsters” came home with ‟colours flying,” having beaten, upon their own ground, the Liphook cricketers, with nine wickets to go down. Sic transit gloria Mundi!