Again and again Cambridge pressed.

There were only ten minutes left for play and Cambridge were still five points behind.
Somebody standing in the crowd said, "By Jove, Dune seems to be enjoying it.

I never saw any one look as happy." Some one else said, "Dune's possessed by a devil or something.

I never saw anything like that pace.

He doesn't seem to be watching the game at all, though." Some one said, "There's going to be a tremendous snowstorm in a minute.
Look at those white clouds." Then, when there were five minutes more to play, there was a forward rush over the Dublin line--a Cambridge man, struggling at the bottom of a heap of legs and arms, touched down.