It was useless to try and drown that Niagara of sound.

But here and there crimson flags waved defiantly at the triumphant blue.
The goal was an easy one, though it is probable that it would have been made had it been five times more difficult; for Elton was the acknowledged goal kicker par excellence of the year.

Then back trotted the teams, and as the Harwell Eleven lined up for the kick-off Allardyce at left guard gave place to Murdoch.

The big fellow had given out and had limped white-faced and choking from the field.
The whistle sounded and the ball rose into air, corkscrewing toward the Yates goal.

Down the field under it went the Harwell runners like bolts from a bow, and the Yates half who secured the pigskin was downed where he caught.