There was a big football-match on Saturday, and Jim and I were in it.

You should have seen me turning somersaults, and butting my head into the fellows' stomachs.

Jim and I got shoulder to shoulder once in the game.

You know old Howe?
Well, he was running with the ball to wards our goal, and Jim and I were in front of him.
I was nearest, and charged, and over I went like a ninepin; then Jim was on him, and over _he_ went too.

However, I was up again in time to jump on Howe's back; but he shook me off on to the ground on my nose.