Meach and Wills were shouldered out of the way, and Cloud ran free from his interference and bore down on Joel, looking very big and ugly.
It was Cloud's opportunity to redeem himself, and with only a green full-back between him and the goal line his chances looked bright indeed.

But he was reckoning without his host.

Joel started gingerly up to meet him.

The field was streaming down on Cloud's heels, but too far away to be in the running.

Ten yards distant from Joel, Cloud's right arm stretched out to ward off a tackle, and his face grew ugly.
"Keep off!" he hissed as Joel prepared for a tackle.