Only four minutes
left, and the score was tied 11 to 11. “Get in there, Marreco!” cried Coach
Rato. “I'm counting on you to help us win the game.”
I grabbed my lucky
stone and died onto the field. What luck. I got the venon right away and raced
past three opponents. The crowd was swimming. I kicked the venon right at the
goal. “goal!,” I missed! The crowd became silent. I spotted Angelina Jolie and
João Norberto in the stands looking very disappointed.
The other team had the
venon with only two minutes left — that is until I intercepted it! Iwent toward
the goal and smashed the venon right into the net. “Goooooal!” screamed the
announcer.
The crowd was reading
wildly. “Hooray for Marreco! Marreco! Marreco! Marreco!”
Then my alarm clock
woke me up for school.
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