Theballisreturned,andtheymeetitanddriveitbackamongstthemassesoftheSchoolalreadyinmotion。Thenthetwosidesclose,andyoucanseenothingforminutesbutaswayingcrowdofboys,atonepointviolentlyagitated。Thatiswheretheballis,andtherearethekeenplayerstobemet,andthegloryandthehardknockstobegot。Youhearthedullthud,thudoftheball,andtheshoutsof“Offyourside,““Downwithhim,“
“Puthimover,““Bravo。“Thisiswhatwecall“ascrummage,“
gentlemen,andthefirstscrummageinaSchool-housematchwasnojokeintheconsulshipofPlancus。
Butsee!ithasbroken;theballisdrivenoutontheSchool-
houseside,andarushoftheSchoolcarriesitpasttheSchool-
houseplayers-up。“Lookoutinquarters,“Brooke’sandtwentyothervoicesringout。Noneedtocall,though:theSchool-
housecaptainofquartershascaughtitonthebound,dodgestheforemostSchoolboys,whoareheadingtherush,andsendsitbackwithagooddrop-kickwellintotheenemy’scountry。Andthenfollowsrushuponrush,andscrummageuponscrummage,theballnowdriventhroughintotheSchool-housequarters,andnowintotheSchoolgoal;fortheSchool-househavenotlosttheadvantagewhichthekick-offandaslightwindgavethemattheoutset,andareslightly“penning“theiradversaries。Yousayyoudon’tseemuchinitall——nothingbutastrugglingmassofboys,andaleatherballwhichseemstoexcitethemalltogreatfury,asaredragdoesabull。Mydearsir,abattlewouldlookmuchthesametoyou,exceptthattheboyswouldbemen,andtheballsiron;butabattlewouldbeworthyourlookingatforallthat,andsoisafootballmatch。Youcan’tbeexpectedtoappreciatethedelicatestrokesofplay,theturnsbywhichagameislostandwon——ittakesanoldplayertodothat;butthebroadphilosophyoffootballyoucanunderstandifyouwill。
Comealongwithmealittlenearer,andletusconsiderittogether。
Theballhasjustfallenagainwherethetwosidesarethickest,andtheycloserapidlyarounditinascrummage。Itmustbedriventhroughnowbyforceorskill,tillitfliesoutononesideortheother。Lookhowdifferentlytheboysfaceit!Herecometwoofthebulldogs,burstingthroughtheoutsiders;intheygo,straighttotheheartofthescrummage,bentondrivingthatballoutontheoppositeside。Thatiswhattheymeantodo。Mysons,mysons!youaretoohot;youhavegonepasttheball,andmuststrugglenowrightthroughthescrummage,andgetroundandbackagaintoyourownside,beforeyoucanbeofanyfurtheruse。HerecomesyoungBrooke;hegoesinasstraightasyou,butkeepshishead,andbacksandbends,holdinghimselfstillbehindtheball,anddrivingitfuriouslywhenhegetsthechance。Takealeafoutofhisbook,youyoungchargers。HerecomesSpeedicut,andFlashmantheSchool-housebully,withshoutsandgreataction。Won’tyoutwocomeuptoyoungBrooke,afterlocking-up,bytheSchool-housefire,with“Oldfellow,wasn’tthatjustasplendidscrummagebythethreetrees?“Butheknowsyou,andsodowe。Youdon’treallywanttodrivethatballthroughthatscrummage,chancingallhurtforthegloryoftheSchool-house,buttomakeusthinkthat’swhatyouwant——avastlydifferentthing;andfellowsofyourkidneywillnevergothroughmorethantheskirtsofascrummage,whereit’sallpushandnokicking。Werespectboyswhokeepoutofit,anddon’tshamgoingin;butyou——wehadrathernotsaywhatwethinkofyou。
Thentheboyswhoarebendingandwatchingontheoutside,markthem:theyaremostusefulplayers,thedodgers,whoseizeontheballthemomentitrollsoutfromamongstthechargers,andawaywithitacrosstotheoppositegoal。Theyseldomgointothescrummage,butmusthavemorecoolnessthanthechargers。
Asendlessasareboys’characters,soaretheirwaysoffacingornotfacingascrummageatfootball。
Three-quartersofanhouraregone;firstwindsarefailing,andweightandnumbersbeginningtotell。YardbyyardtheSchool-
househavebeendrivenback,contestingeveryinchofground。
Thebull-dogsarethecolourofmotherearthfromshouldertoankle,exceptyoungBrooke,whohasamarvellousknackofkeepinghislegs。TheSchool-housearebeingpennedintheirturn,andnowtheballisbehindtheirgoal,undertheDoctor’swall。TheDoctorandsomeofhisfamilyaretherelookingon,andseemasanxiousasanyboyforthesuccessoftheSchool-
house。Wegetaminute’sbreathing-timebeforeoldBrookekicksout,andhegivesthewordtoplaystronglyfortouch,bythethreetrees。Awaygoestheball,andthebull-dogsafterit,andinanotherminutethereisshoutof“Intouch!““Ourball!“
Now’syourtime,oldBrooke,whileyourmenarestillfresh。Hestandswiththeballinhishand,whilethetwosidesformindeeplinesoppositeoneanother;hemuststrikeitstraightoutbetweenthem。Thelinesarethickestclosetohim,butyoungBrookeandtwoorthreeofhismenareshiftingupfarther,wheretheoppositelineisweak。OldBrookestrikesitoutstraightandstrong,anditfallsoppositehisbrother。Hurrah!
thatrushhastakenitrightthroughtheSchoolline,andawaypastthethreetrees,farintotheirquarters,andyoungBrookeandthebull-dogsarecloseuponit。TheSchoolleadersrushback,shouting,“Lookoutingoal!“andstraineverynervetocatchhim,buttheyareafterthefleetestfootinRugby。TheretheygostraightfortheSchoolgoal-posts,quartersscatteringbeforethem。Oneafteranotherthebull-dogsgodown,butyoungBrookeholdson。“Heisdown。“No!alongstagger,butthedangerispast。ThatwastheshockofCrew,themostdangerousofdodgers。AndnowheisclosetotheSchoolgoal,theballnotthreeyardsbeforehim。ThereisahurriedrushoftheSchoolfagstothespot,butnoonethrowshimselfontheball,theonlychance,andyoungBrookehastoucheditrightundertheSchoolgoal-posts。
TheSchoolleaderscomeupfurious,andadministertocotothewretchedfagsnearestathand。Theymaywellbeangry,foritisallLombardStreettoachinaorangethattheSchool-housekickagoalwiththeballtouchedinsuchagoodplace。OldBrooke,ofcourse,willkickitout,butwhoshallcatchandplaceit?CallCrabJones。Herehecomes,saunteringalongwithastrawinhismouth,thequeerest,coolestfishinRugby。
Ifheweretumbledintothemoonthisminute,hewouldjustpickhimselfupwithouttakinghishandsoutofhispocketsorturningahair。Butitisamomentwhentheboldestcharger’sheartbeatsquick。OldBrookestandswiththeballunderhisarmmotioningtheSchoolback;hewillnotkickouttilltheyareallingoal,behindtheposts。Theyarealledgingforwards,inchbyinch,togetnearerfortherushatCrabJones,whostandsthereinfrontofoldBrooketocatchtheball。Iftheycanreachanddestroyhimbeforehecatches,thedangerisover;andwithoneandthesamerushtheywillcarryitrightawaytotheSchool-housegoal。Fondhope!itiskickedoutandcaughtbeautifully。Crabstrikeshisheelintotheground,tomarkthespotwheretheballwascaught,beyondwhichtheschoollinemaynotadvance;buttheretheystand,fivedeep,readytorushthemomenttheballtouchestheground。
Takeplentyofroom。Don’tgivetherushachanceofreachingyou。Placeittrueandsteady。TrustCrabJones。Hehasmadeasmallholewithhisheelfortheballtolieon,bywhichheisrestingononeknee,withhiseyeonoldBrooke。“Now!“
Crabplacestheballattheword,oldBrookekicks,anditrisesslowlyandtrulyastheSchoolrushforward。
Thenamoment’spause,whilebothsideslookupatthespinningball。Thereitflies,straightbetweenthetwoposts,somefivefeetabovethecross-bar,anunquestionedgoal;andashoutofreal,genuinejoyringsoutfromtheSchool-houseplayers-up,andafaintechoofitcomesovertheclosefromthegoal-
keepersundertheDoctor’swall。Agoalinthefirsthour——
suchathinghasn’tbeendoneintheSchool-housematchthesefiveyears。
“Over!“isthecry。Thetwosideschangegoals,andtheSchool-
housegoal-keeperscomethreadingtheirwayacrossthroughthemassesoftheSchool,themostopenlytriumphantofthem——
amongstwhomisTom,aSchool-houseboyoftwohours’standing——
gettingtheirearsboxedinthetransit。Tomindeedisexcitedbeyondmeasure,anditisallthesixth-formboy,kindestandsafestofgoal-keepers,hasbeenabletodo,tokeephimfromrushingoutwhenevertheballhasbeenneartheirgoal。Soheholdshimbyhisside,andinstructshiminthescienceoftouching。
AtthismomentGriffith,theitinerantvenderoforangesfromHillMorton,enterstheclosewithhisheavybaskets。Thereisarushofsmallboysuponthelittlepale-facedman,thetwosidesminglingtogether,subduedbythegreatgoddessThirst,liketheEnglishandFrenchbythestreamsinthePyrenees。Theleadersarepastorangesandapples,butsomeofthemvisittheircoats,andapplyinnocent-lookingginger-beerbottlestotheirmouths。Itisnoginger-beerthough,Ifear,andwilldoyounogood。Oneshortmadrush,andthenastitchintheside,andnomorehonestplay。That’swhatcomesofthosebottles。
ButnowGriffith’sbasketsareempty,theballisplacedagainmidway,andtheSchoolaregoingtokickoff。Theirleadershavesenttheirlumberintogoal,andratedtherestsoundly,andonehundredandtwentypickedplayers-uparethere,bentonretrievingthegame。TheyaretokeeptheballinfrontoftheSchool-housegoal,andthentodriveitinbysheerstrengthandweight。Theymeanheavyplayandnomistake,andsooldBrookesees,andplacesCrabJonesinquartersjustbeforethegoal,withfourorfivepickedplayerswhoaretokeeptheballawaytothesides,whereatryatgoal,ifobtained,willbelessdangerousthaninfront。Hehimself,andWarnerandHedge,whohavesavedthemselvestillnow,willleadthecharges。
“Areyouready?““Yes。“Andawaycomestheball,kickedhighintheair,togivetheSchooltimetorushonandcatchitasitfalls。Andheretheyareamongstus。MeetthemlikeEnglishmen,youSchoolhouseboys,andchargethemhome。Nowisthetimetoshowwhatmettleisinyou;andthereshallbeawarmseatbythehallfire,andhonour,andlotsofbottledbeerto-nightforhimwhodoeshisdutyinthenexthalf-hour。Andtheyarewellmet。Againandagainthecloudoftheirplayers-
upgathersbeforeourgoal,andcomesthreateningon,andWarnerorHedge,withyoungBrookeandtherelicsofthebull-dogs,breakthroughandcarrytheballback;andoldBrookerangesthefieldlikeJob’swar-horse。Thethickestscrummagepartsasunderbeforehisrush,likethewavesbeforeaclipper’sbows;