The good doctor coloured up with pleasure to hear his boy's name bellowed forth approvingly by a thousand excited lungs.
The play is, as all good judges said it would be, very equal.

For the first forty minutes every advantage gained by either side had been promptly neutralized by a desperate effort on the part of the other.
The mass of struggling players has swayed backwards and forwards, but never more than twenty or thirty yards from the centre of the ground.
Neither goal had been seriously threatened as yet.

The spectators fail to see how the odds laid on England are justified, but the "fancy" abide by their choice.

In the second forty it is thought that the superior speed and staying power of the Southerners will tell over the heavier Scots.

There seems little the matter with the latter as yet, as they stand in a group, wiping their grimy faces and discussing the state of the game; for at the end of forty minutes the goals are changed and there is a slight interval.
And now the last hour is to prove whether there are good men bred in the hungry North as any who live on more fruitful ground and beneath warmer skies.