Frightened Angels [antikvár]

chapter iCAN'T GO ON . .Attenborough, who was acting as touch judge, said, " I say, Marlow, there seems to be a lot of scuffling going on over there. You might remind those fellows that they're here to watch football. And to cheer for their Quarter," he added, as John Marlow moved away.Brown's was playing Taylor's. It was a raw day, windless, damp, and cold; in School Field beyond the Wynd the Senior School was playing Tad-caster, and, apart from the boys of the Junior School, whose attendance was compulsory, the inter-Quarter match had drawn few spectators. John Marlow, walking slowly with wet feet along the touch-line, remembered Attenborough's paragraph in last term's magazine: Attenborough had breezily hoped that parents would co-operate with masters by turning up in their hundreds to watch football on Saturday afternoons. What a hope, thought John, looking back over his shoulder at the dank field and the fog drifting in