JACK. And sound, too, but for this. (Glancing at his arm.)
ELSIE (hysterically). Thank God.
EDMUND. Is the match over?
JACK. Three—two for Birchester.
EDMUND (distressed). Birchester have won!
JACK. I won the match for Birchester, if it gives you any satisfaction to know it. I haven't been a man. I've been a miracle.
ELSIE. You always were.
JACK. I've only done my human best before to-day. To-day I've been a superman, a thing inspired, protected guarded by a greater mastery than I have ever known. It wasn't football as it is in life. It's been the football of my dreams.
EDMUND. It makes you talk.
JACK. I'm still intoxicated with the glamour of that game.