He was grinning sturdily, but at every clutch of the web his lips twitched and his brow puckered.

Joel watching him wondered how much more he would stand, and whether his (Joel's) chance would come ere the fatal whistle piped the end of the match.
"Time's up!" cried the head coach suddenly, and the confusion redoubled until he mounted to a bench and clapped his hands loudly above the din.
Comparative silence ensued.

"Fellows," he began, "here's the list for the next half.

Answer to your names, please.

And go over to the door.
Fellows, you'll have to make less noise.