Shanghai, Aug. 20. REAR Britain, with the strongest four ever to' represent her Shanghai, overwhelmed America by nine goals to one yesterday afternoon at the Race Course to carry off the Sir Peter Grai Cup and gain some measure of revenge for successive defeats during the jast five years, The huge crowd was kept on edge by the fast and thrilling polo match in which the Britons—Col. Hornby, John Keswick, Maj, Neville, and W. J. Keswick—showed excellent understanding and teamwork in routing the Americans—N. F. Allman, C. S, Franklin, Chester Fritz and C. D. Culberton.
The hero of the match, as all who saw it will agree, was Maj. Neville who scored six of his side's nine goals and was a constant menace to American hopes.
Playing in the pivot position, he captained his team brilliantly and seemed always to be wherever the ball was, hi dribbling and drives often riging forth muriners of admiration from the spectators.
Hornby played a most aggressive game at number one and was Fight inthe fray every time. "He and Culbertson gave the public a good display, of "riding-of" and although bumped heavily by a heavier man wag right back bumping away, 'The Keswick brothers, John and 'Tony, played their usual' good game. The former played at number two and gave Hornby several. opening while the latter, substituting for Mackintosh-Waller at the last. moment, did extremely well at back and even went as far as to score once, Hornby scored the remaining two wools, With due respect to the British team, it is fair to remark that the American side were not playing up to their usual good form. Franklin was definitely off colour and opportunities he would normally "have converted went astray" yesterday, while Allman often came' close 10 scoring but, just' could not find the correct mark, Fritz's play was inter~ sparsed with too few ashes brilliant form, while the only player who was on his game was Culbertson, who dribbled cleverly In several tight pinches to elude the Britons and send his team away. "He was, however, oe closely guarded by Hornby who Fefused (0 Jeave him alone, and seldom had a chance to play his long shots.
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