All the contrade had to refigure their deals after the 11th-hour switch, and Dr. Rugani's lad won the race for Selva.

Our lads won 12-1, and barely had to take their jackets off.

The lad had already won his first decoration for bravery; the polished phalera gleamed on the optio's harness.

Sorry lads, you won't win the title again this season!

Lovely dogs and cats there was, but squire's lad won it with a bloody goldfish.

The man went back to get the other, and the lad took the wether and the shoes and won his bet.

The lad was good and would have won had Amminios not interrupted them.

The gaoler just can't bring himself to believe that a 'wee lad' can take on the great de Silva and win.

Despite his master's belief that only karen tribe people are born to be mahouts, the lad finally wins his heart and becomes a real mahout.

Our lads won their first rugby fixture on the weekend.