He bashed the ball through the scrimmage, you know, and then nipped it up right under their noses and ran it through.

They couldn't collar him, he bowled 'em over right and left, and danced on 'em, and landed the touch clean behind the post." "He meant no harm, young gents, didn't my Alf.

He ain't often wiolent, he ain't.

There's no offence, I hope ?" said the father, quite overwhelmed by this alarming recital.
"No; it was a jolly good run.

You ought to have seen it; I and my lot were up the oak, you know; we could have tucked you in.