text_original: Blaine had hold of the leather. They were on him like a cartload of bricks. He passed to GifTard. " Don't run back ! " I screamed. They drove him back. He passed to me. They were on the ball as soon as I was. They sent me spinning. Somebody got hold of it.
text_transcription: BLAINE HAD HOLD OF THE LEATHER THEY WERE ON HIM LIKE A CART LOAD OF BRICKS HE PASSED TO GIFFORD DON'T RUN BACK I SCREAMED THEY DROVE HIM BACK HE PASSED TO ME THEY WERE ON THE BALL AS SOON AS I WAS THEY SENT ME SPINNING SOMEBODY GOT HOLD OF IT
phonemes: blˈeɪn hæd hˈoʊld ʌvðə lˈɛðɚ. ðeɪ wɜːɹ ˌɔn hˌɪm lˈaɪk ɐ kˈɑːɹtloʊd ʌv bɹˈɪks. hiː pˈæst tə ɡˈɪf tˈɑːɹd. " dˈoʊnt ɹˈʌn bˈæk ! " aɪ skɹˈiːmd. ðeɪ dɹˈoʊv hˌɪm bˈæk. hiː pˈæst tə mˌiː. ðeɪ wɜːɹ ɔnðə bˈɔːl æz sˈuːn æz aɪ wʌz. ðeɪ sˈɛnt mˌiː spˈɪnɪŋ. sˈʌmbɑːdi ɡɑːt hˈoʊld ʌv ɪt.