Jones wheels away to high-five his teammates, then jogs back to his own half to await the restart. 1â1. Can either side finish this?
The clock was winding down, and the match looked like heading to penalties. Neither side was dominating, and all ten players were exhausted. Roddy picked up the ball on the edge of his own area after another fruitless blue attack, and saw an open space ahead of him.
And now Jones is on the ball. Itâs a long way to the other end, but heâs thundering down the pitch. He skips past the despairing lunge of the only blue defender, and now he is all alone in the Manor Primary half
.
Jones puts his head down and hoofs the ball ahead of himself, sprinting to catch up. The keeper is unsure what to do, and dithers a few yards off his line before rushing out late. Jones senses the indecision, and hoists a perfect lob. Time seems to stand still as the ball arcs over the goalieâs outstretched hands. Slowly, it dips just under the crossbar and nestles in the back of the net. The final whistle goes! Jones topples over backwards and lies flat out on the ground, before being crushed by his celebrating team-mates. Manor Primary is gutted. Jones will be lifting the cup here, and his team will be taking home the glory!
Valley Primary was presented with prizes by the tournament sponsor. There was a silver cup for their school and a boot bag for each member of the team. Roddy raised the cup above his head to the cheers of the crowd. As the applause died away, he could see his dadsmiling proudly, so Roddy sprinted over to him. But before he could show off his winnings, Mr Taylor had joined them, too.
âI wonder if Roddy might be interested in this,â he said, offering a leaflet to Roddyâs dad. âThere are limited places, and itâs first come, first served, but Iâm sure it would be worthwhile. Theyâre a very prestigious organisation, and they havenât come to this area before.â
âWhat is it?â asked Roddy.
Roddyâs dad passed him the leaflet. âItâs a one-day football summer school,â he said. âWould you like to go?â
âItâs run by Stadium School!â said Roddy, staring at the front of the smart, glossy flyer. âI saw a programme about them on TV.â
âThis isnât actually going to be held at Stadium School,â Mr Taylor explained. âThe summer-school day will be held at the CountyGround in our town, but the coaches are from Stadium School. I should think youâd pick up some good tips if you went along.â
Roddy looked at the leaflet again. On the front was a picture of a young player, not much older than himself, in the blue-and-green strip of the famous school. The TV programme had shown how students there had the best coaches and the most amazing facilities to help them develop a successful career in football. Leavers got picked up by clubs like Manchester United and Chelsea, and the presenter had interviewed one ex-student, who had recently been chosen to play for his country! It was the best place to be if you wanted to make it as a professional footballer, so it would be brilliant to get a taste of their coaching, even if it was just for a day. Mr Taylor and Dad were OK, but they werenât experts by any means.
âRing the number now!â Roddy urged his dad. âHurry, before all the places go. Please!â
Mr Jones laughed. âIâll do it as soon as we get back to the car,â he said. âThanks,â he added to Mr Taylor. âItâs good to find something exciting for Roddy to do in the holidays.â
âWill you
really
ring straight away?â demanded Roddy impatiently.
Dan looked at Mr Taylor. âNow look what youâve done,â he joked. âIâm not going to get any peace until Iâve made that call.â
âSee you at the car in a minute,â Roddy said. âIâm just going to tell Bryn about it.
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