布查·范·布里德·科尔夫(Butch vanBreda Kolff)又坐不住了。他从椅子里跳了起来,跑到球场边上,他那棕色的眼睛因吃惊、愤怒而睁得大大的,张着嘴,双手在头上挥舞。接着,响起了他那深沉浑厚的男低音——一种不是从浅浅的喉咙口、而是从胸腔深处发出的声音。“别让他们从中路突破!”他大叫道:“想想我怎么说来着?嗐!不对!我怎么跟你们说的?!”他大步走回去,扯起一条裤腿,怒气冲冲地坐下去,扭过头,一脸的痛苦和困惑。 Butch vanBreda Kolff could not sit still. He jumped out of his chair and ran to the edge of the court, his brown eyes widened in surprise and anger, his mouth wide open, his hands waving over his head. Then, his deep, deep bass sounded - one not from the superficial throat but from the depths of his chest. “Do not let them break through the middle of the road!” He exclaimed. “Think about what I say? 嗐! No, what did I say to you ?!” He strode back, pulled a leg up and angrily Sit down, turn around, look of pain and confusion.