Satisfaction by Mike Bradley, Scholastic...
IT TOOK 329 days of "try to remember" before a possessed bunch of Irishmen got their satisfaction, but the way they knocked the beachboys off their cloud was something else. They fell with a resounding thud. While John McKay was gasping "Help!" and his once-notorious halfback was asking himself, "How does it feel to be on your own?" the Trojan offensive and defensive lines were posing the ultimate question, "Do you believe in magic?"
It wasn't magic. The man who directed the destruction put his finger on it. Raising the game ball above his head, he shouted, "We put it to 'em, boys. You played a whale of a game, a great game." His assistant, Tom Pagna, was so overcome he even slapped defensive players on the back. Johnny Ray in his usual gruff voice issued his highest compliment, "Good job." Later he demanded the statistics on Mike Garret, and when he learned that his charges had held the halfback to less than 50 yards, he elevated his statement to "great job." Meanwhile the big guy with the shiny head who had uprooted S. C.'s middle linebacker all afternoon, was giving his profound explanation in the shower. His version, to the tune of "Old Acquaintance," went something like, "We won because we won because they lost because they lost." The five-starred defensive safety kept running around yelling, "We stuck 'em. We stuck 'em." Now they wouldn't be asking him what happened at Southern Cal last year anymore. Then there was Pete Duranko. He stood in front of his locker, his nose still bleeding slightly, and felt the stitches above his right eye. At first he had feared this first quarter injury would prevent him from getting another shot at Mr. Garret, but as Bob Meeker said later, "Nothing was going to keep Pete out of this game." The only player with any lingering memories was Harry Long and he quickly erased them by tearing down the bulletin board remnants of a beaten team. Bill Zloch, one of four Irish backs who gained more yards than Southern Cal's candidate for the Heisman Trophy, had looked up at the stadium clock late in the fourth quarter and remembered something. Now he spelled it out on the blackboard, "With 1:33 to go, Notre Dame 28-S.C. 7." It was a celebration worth remembering. The celebration of a team which had a debt to pay. "Remember the locker room last year," was all their coach had told them before they went on the field. At the first half Tony Carey had reminded them again of last year's halftime lead. His desire was theirs, "I want to come back to the locker room a winner." They came back a winner all right, and then some.