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...Monday morning quarterbacks are part of the game," Jordan said by way of reply. "There are no ulcers under here," he continued, patting his sweat-shirt. "There's only one place real pressure on a coach can come from--himself. The job of a coach is to do the best he can with what he's got. I myself don't believe in answering criticism by comparing hospital lists...
...perhaps, couldn't understand why these thirty or so guys spend every afternoon running plays for the varsity to practice against; how they manage to sweat through an inch-thick coat of mud in a freezing cold; why they play 60 minutes of football amid these dreary surroundings spurred on by a cheering manager; he couldn't understand that these guys love football
...announcement was made from the stage. Then, as they came to their feet in a blaze of applause, a 119-piece band blared a fanfare, and a dozen spotlights lanced through the darkened arena to center on a wiry, suddenly pale young man who stood awkwardly rubbing the sweat from his palms. Joe Moore, who runs a farm near Liberty, about halfway between the communities of Accident and Nameless in Tennessee's Cumberland foothills, had just been named 1955's Star Farmer of America...
...Chromaster clock sounded its alarm at 4:30 a.m. in his bedroom at home. Shocked to wakefulness after eight hours of sleep, Joe swung out his bare feet and reached for the mound of khaki clothes on the linoleum floor. The shirt, clammy from three days' accumulated sweat, clung dankly to him. The pants, crusted with dirt and splotched with tractor grease, slipped on over the cotton print shorts in which he had slept. The three-hook farm shoes, their sides eaten by barnyard acids, stayed untied as he clomped to the door of his parents' bedroom...
THESE LOVERS FLED AWAY, by Howard Spring (483 pp.; Harper; $4.50), starts at the turn of the century with a handful of corny characters in a Cornish setting, then marches through all the pomp, circumstance, sweat and tears of three generations of 20th century Britain. Playwright Chad Boothroyd, the hero, loves Rose Garland. Rose, a rather dreary dreg of tea, is invariably presented to the reader in a gown of crimson silk, which invariably seems to have a fetish effect upon Chad. Ultimately, Chad gets Rose, but only after she 1) lives with Eustace Hawke, a sensational poet with more...