Lieut. Colonel Earl Blaik is a patient, meticulous man; wartime West Point and its hard-studying, hard-drilling Cadets are right out of a football coach's dream. For six weeks Army Coach Blaik had carefully nursed his blessings, polishing his flashing T attack, proving his line, patiently pre paring for a payoff. Last week, suped-up to their mental and physical peak, the Cadets exploded against Notre Dame.
The Irish, anticipating the worst, had cooked up a complicated 5-3-2-1 defense, with guards in the end positions and tackles in the guard spots; Army found soft spots all...
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