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Edward Lisle Goldsworthy (Teddy) Hoad (January 29, 1896 – March 5, 1986) was a West Indian cricketer who played in West Indies' inaugural Test tour of England. He was the captain in the West Indies' first home Test in 1930.
Hoad was born in Richmond, Saint Michael, Barbados. Although he had modest Test performances, he had some impressive results in first class matches against English sides in both the 1928 and 1929-30 tours, scoring 149* against Worcestershire in 1928 and 147 for Barbados in 1930.
He died in Bridgetown, Barbados at the age of ninety. His son also played for Barbados.
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No Daily episode for Sydney Day 3, because it rained all day, and this week Adam's baby may be arriving before the end of the show. But cricket history podcasting has to be done. We have important facts about Teddy Hoad and the 1911 Test in Adelaide. Triumphs and disasters, bookends, and a long-pursued answer is run to ground. Got any baby names? Your Nerd Pledge numbers this week: 1.49 - Jason Wilkins & The Real Patch Clapp 1.55 - Bill Apter 16.10 - James Ralston 2.79 - Scot Munroe 16.43 - Francis Keepfer 17.70 - Ben Woolgar Send us a Nerd Pledge at patreon.com/thefinalword Join this channel to get access to perks: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCPu3kR3EfUaKwOzwzgHPUOg/join
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List of test cricketers who have performed for West Indies. The West Indies National Cricket Team. A test match is an worldwide cricket healthy among two of the main cricketing countries. The list is organized within the order in which each participant gained his test cap. In which a couple of player gained his first test cap within the same check fit, those players are indexed alphabetically by means of surname. Part 2 Video Link is : https://youtu.be/7ttu9IdF6QU Part 3 Video Link is : https://youtu.be/ruMxHMv0KLE Part 4 Video Link is : https://youtu.be/NPhulhQ8arI This is Part -1 Player Names Are : 1 . Snuffy Browne 2 . George Challenor 3 . Learie Constantine 4 . Maurice Fernandes 5 . George Francis 6 . Herman Griffith 7 . Frank Martin 8 . Karl Nunes 9 . Clifford Roach 10 . Wilton St H...
London. GV. Deserted Wimbledon centre court. GV. Pan along centre court. SV. Fashion designer Teddy Tinling with two models wearing his newest tennis designs at London's Hilton hotel. Teddy is arranging a tennis skirt with contrasting op art designs of rackets and balls in sugar pink and sky blue. CU. Pan up the shift showing the racket motif. CU. The racket motif. SV. Teddy and the girls. CU. Teddy raises the skirt to show a racket motif on the tights the girl is wearing, pan down leg. SV. Teddy moves across to the other model and starts to arrange her skirt. CU. Teddy arranging skirt, & SCU. Teddy's hands point out a racket garter type motif on the girls tights. SV. The girls walk out of picture and Teddy walks towards a 'dummy'. SCU. The 'dummy' comes to life and walks towards camera...
As an orchestra rehearses in the University of Leeds Workshop Theatre, Cheryl Frances-Hoad talks about the time she spent as a member of the Academy of Cultural Fellows at the University - and how the relationships forged at Leeds will continue long into the future.
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Trying something a bit different today: instead of a game, I'm reviewing a magazine! Specifically, the April 1989 edition of The Micro User... I'll be flicking through its pages taking a look at the articles, letters, games, utilities, listings and adverts, calling out the best bits that caught my eye. Let me know what you think!
Edward Lisle Goldsworthy (Teddy) Hoad (January 29, 1896 – March 5, 1986) was a West Indian cricketer who played in West Indies' inaugural Test tour of England. He was the captain in the West Indies' first home Test in 1930.
Hoad was born in Richmond, Saint Michael, Barbados. Although he had modest Test performances, he had some impressive results in first class matches against English sides in both the 1928 and 1929-30 tours, scoring 149* against Worcestershire in 1928 and 147 for Barbados in 1930.
He died in Bridgetown, Barbados at the age of ninety. His son also played for Barbados.
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