Quotes about flank (15 Quotes)


    Erik is another attacking player that has quality experience in the club level. He is very talented with good pace and so much confidence on the ball. He will help us on the left flank.

    Our coach has always been harping on the strikers to make combination plays. I think Shannon and I finally got that play we needed. He hit me wide on the flank, I played a cross and he took it from there. He pretty much set up the play.

    All of today's signings are more than capable of contributing to the success of the team. Zimmerman and Brown provide depth in defense, and Randolph and Ready give us balance on our left flank.

    Chris will remember vividly as we were struggling along the northwestern flank of that mountain how much loose, fine-grain stuff there was. Our wheels would dig in, we'd slip around and we'd dig in deep. Remember that potato-sized rock we got stuck in the wheel once It was really treacherous driving because there was accumulated dust there. We were probably in the wind shadow on the lee side of the hills at that point.

    When God lets loose a great thinker on this planet, then all things are at risk. There is not a piece of science, but its flank my be turned to-morrow nor any literary reputation, nor the so-called eternal names of fame, that may not be revised and condemned.


    She will be an asset for us on either flank of the defense because of her speed and quickness. That is an element we have lacked in past seasons. That speed gives her the ability to join the attack and serve crosses into the box.

    Towards four o'clock, the rebels felt strong enough to take the offensive. A brigade with a battery under Earle managed to strike the Federal right on the flank and rear and throw it into utter confusion, which spread rapidly along the whole front. Now came the disastrous end.

    Mounting a large rock, I was able to see a considerable body of the enemy moving by the flank in rear of their line engaged, and passing from the direction of the foot of Great Round Top through the valley toward the front of my left.

    And, being open'd, threw unwilling light
    Upon the wide wound that the boar had trench'd
    In his soft flank; whose wonted lily white
    With purple tears, that his wound wept, was drench'd:
    No flower was nigh, no grass, herb, leaf, or weed,
    But stole his blood and seem'd with him to bleed.

    He's a mean dude. He'll attack you. You don't have to worry about him holding the flank and blocking for our receivers. I'll tell you what, he's the best without the football we've had. When he doesn't have the ball, he's a raving maniac, and you don't see that too much in the NFL.



    We stood in awe as the male romped about in the saplings around our entrance trail, flicking his wings and white flank plumes, and whistling his sweet two-note song for the female-plumaged bird. I was too spellbound to go get my camera.





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