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...from getting in to rebound, elbow around him to get at a guard about to shoot, or grab him for balance when a player cuts behind the high post. Some teams are rough for roughness' sake. "B.C. was trying to push me off the line--period," Williams said. "The ref kept saying, 'Take it easy, take it easy.' I kept saying, 'Don't take it easy, call a foul...
Following the Bomb's lead, other fans got hot all over and raged onto the field. The terrified ref hurriedly called the game, giving Argentina a 1-0 victory, and fled to the security of a steel-doored dressing room. At that, the entire crowd went berserk. In the center of the field, a small knot of beleaguered cops started lobbing tear-gas grenades into the onrushing mob. Trying to restore order in the upper stands, a hapless policeman was seized by his hands and feet, swung back and forth and hurled to his death on the concrete...
...they have us blinking like a horned frog in a hailstorm." But all to no avail. Even in practice, the fanatical Longhorns play for keeps. Last spring, Tackle Scott Appleton, a 235-lb. All-America candidate, halted an intrasquad scrimmage to protest a referee's call. The startled ref admitted that he was wrong. But what difference did it make? "Sir," growled Appleton, "we're not playing this game...
There is one blemish on the name of Harvard that must be cleared. As the picture so clearly shows, the call of pass Interference on JERRY MECHLING (24) against SCOTT CREELMAN (88) in quite unjustified. Jerry, as any ref could plainly see, was at least a foot in front of the hapless Creelman, who shows no signs of being hit by Mechling or the football. The pass came in the fourth quarter in Dartmouth's last successful touchdown drive; the interference call brought the ball to Harvard's one-yard line, where Dartmouth scored three plays later...
...spewed from a split in one of his gloves. Blood spattered everywhere-over Clay, over Cooper, over the referee, over horrified fans in the 6-guinea seats. "Murder! Murder!" they screamed, leaping onto their seats, pelting the ring with wadded-up newspapers. "Stop it! Stop it!" At last the ref stepped in. The round was 1 min. 15 sec. old-20 sec. short of Cassius' prediction. And groggy, gory Henry Cooper looked like a man who had just gone through the windshield...