Sentences with phrase «small lad»

When he joined us, he was just a wee small lad and then, all of a sudden, whoosh, he just shot up.»

Cesc was 17 when he started playing regular for us, over 40 games and cesc was a small lad as well.

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And then as a lad growing up in the small Ohio town where my father was a pastor, I learned further to look at the world in a kind of fascinated and determined way.

One other small advantage that we have in the run home is that based on currently published fixtures the lads don't have to set foot out of London until the trip to Hull on the final day.

«From that point of view, I was pleased with the lads» application for most of the game but very disappointed in those two small moments United took full advantage of.»

small stocky lad all ways up for a laugh into tatoos motor bikes and cars been in the forces for 25 years cane out 5 years ago now into computers

Jordana is also living proof that guys barely notice what a girl looks like, per se; she has eczema, isn't especially pretty and is built like a small construction vehicle, but her self - presentation as an unquenchable siren totally works on the depraved young lads of Swansea.

Born in 1937 in West Cliff - on - Sea, England, screenwriter - turned - director Dick Clement cut his teeth on the small screen in his mid - to late twenties, as a BBC television writer and director, including such now - classic programs as the sitcom The Likely Lads (1964), the Dudley Moore and Peter Cook series Not Only... But Also (1965), and the brief Steptoe and Son successor Mr. Aitch (1967), starring Harry H. Corbett.Clement segued into big - screen comedy in 1966, co-scripting (with Ian La Frenais) the Michael Winner - directed picture The Jokers.

Director Jean Becker ups the ante for Adjani, who sweats profusely while she dances at the local «Bing Bong» party, ambles throughout a small French town in frilly dresses, and strips nude in this noirish thriller, in such a way that makes local lad Pin - Pon (Alain Souchon) simply lose his shit.

Yakin is no stranger to tales of crime, exploiting his talent in developing a story about a 14 - year - old with intimate knowledge of a small gang of gun smugglers, pursued not only by men who would like to see him dead but by a person he considered a pal who thinks twice and three times before shooting the otherwise bland lad.

The source of this life - changing bewilderment is teenager Barry Keoghan, whose somewhat unnerving stare (used to very different effect recently as the doomed innocent on Mark Rylance's small craft in Dunkirk) masks the true nature of his relationship with Farrell — not his son, or seemingly his lover, so why does the lad keep hanging around the hospital, and why is the latter buying him expensive watches?

He sneaks away and embarks on a quest to find his father in New York City — an entirely new world to a small town lad.

As a Scottish lad myself the book was also something of a source of pride, which is why I'm incredibly proud to present this small interview with John Ferguson, the man who created Saltire.

Unlike Super Tennis MS, the ball didn't move like gravity was broken, and player sprites, while small, were detailed, and the little lads got angry when they lost.