There are only a few whispers here and there, and sometimes one or two who are so crazed by the experience that they talk—of torture […] but they don’t give details. […] Men too, sodomized with bottles; some, their testicles crushed, nor can they talk about it, except when the “craziness” overtakes them.

For in all the long coorse av a twinty year's spell, / Dael an' Irishman's sowl cud he get into hell— […]

Yakubu took advantage of John Ruddy's error to put the visitors back in front, with Chris Samba's header stretching their advantage.

Here the unfeeling Toad broke into a snigger, and then pulled himself together and tried to look particularly solemn.