It was Fellsgarth that was playing, not Fullerton, Ranger, Brinkman, Fisher major, or anybody else.
The final goal was Clapperton's.

It was an historic event.

For the first time in the match the Penchurch men had worked the ball up into the boys' quarters, and fears were being entertained lest, after all, they would save their "duck." The half-backs and quarter-backs of the School were squeezed in, all of a lump, between touch and goal; and those who looked on noticed with alarm that, as matters now stood, an easy drop-kick from any of the enemy's forwards might capture the goal.
Rollitt was the first to put an end to this dangerous state of things.
He bore down the scrimmage after his usual fashion, and succeeded, as he broke through, in getting the ball into his hands.

But for once he could get no further.

Twenty hands seized him and carried him to the ground, but not before he had sent back the ball into Fisher's hands.
"Back up now--hard and fast!" cried Yorke.
Never was order more beautifully carried out, Fisher minor held the leather long enough to pass it to Brinkman.