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Danny?’
‘New player?’ asked Mick.
Danny had to be as quick as a flash with his answer.
‘Oh! Splinter’s mate?’
‘Who’s this?’ quizzed Mick.
Luckily for Danny, Jimmy was dying to tell Mick something that Danny hadn’t already beaten him to, so he went on and on about his son’s friend from swimming who was interested in joining because a player had left. Jimmy even called him ‘Jason’.
‘I better get off, Dad,’ interrupted Danny.
‘All the best, son,’ said Mick.
‘See you on Tuesday night, Danny,’ said Jimmy.
Danny disappeared out the door and when he told Jonathon just how close a shave it was, the two boys agreed that Jonathon shouldn’t go to the hospital with Danny again.
Chapter 16
âOperation Larryâ
T he next game for the Crokes couldnât come quickly enough for Jonathon Wilde. The game was all he could think about when he was in school. He couldnât sleep at night and he couldnât even go to the bathroom without thinking about playing his first game for Dannyâs team. He was obsessed.
Even Danny noticed that all his cousin wanted to do was talk GAA, play GAA, and watch GAA. So thatâs exactly what they did.
When his parents were out, Jonathon practised and practised and at night he watched Dannyâs GAA dvds on his portable dvd player (under the covers, in case his dad came in and caught him).
But unfortunately for Jonathon, Jimmy announced at Thursday nightâs training that there would be no match on Saturday.
âA walk-over!â cheered Jimmy.
All the boys cheered in celebration. Normally they hated walk-overs, but at this stage in the league they were feeling the pressure and they knew that it was more precious points in the bag.
The team they were supposed to play, Willow View, was at the bottom of the league and had cancelled because a bunch of the players had lost interest and gone off to play soccer, and there was no point in turning up with half a team.
As expected by everybody, Barnfield won their second last game, and so Jonathonâs hopes were pinned on the friendly in Wexford against Kimuldridge under-14s on 1 November â he really hoped heâd pull off a good enough performance to make it into the starting fifteen for the title game against Barnfield on the Little Croker on 8 November.
The following week flew by and Jonathon still hadnât managed to pluck up enough courage to tackle the Larry problem and book himself a seat on the coach to Wexford.
On Saturday night, only six days before the trip, Larry and Regina were rushing around the house, trying to get themselves ready for a night at the opera. They were late because Larry had an emergency meeting with a client that day and it ran late.
Danny kept hassling Jonathon to come up with something, but no matter how much Jonathon racked his brain, the truth was, the thought of actually going on a trip away from home overnight without telling his parents petrified him.
Heâd lied about joining a club at school and heâd gone to training and to matches instead, but this was different. This kind of lie was off the scale!
While Larry and Regina were arguing upstairs, Jonathon, Lowry and Danny were crashed out in front of the telly in the living room.
The door bell rang, and Lowry jumped up.
âIâll get it.â
âWe werenât moving,â laughed Jonathon, and he reached out to Danny for a high five.
Somehow, the cousinsâ high five turned into a wrestling match on the floor. Danny had his leg wrapped around Jonathon and had him in a head lock. He had taken off his socks and was trying to stick his smelly toes into Jonathonâs nose when somebody very special from his recent past walked into the room.
âDanny!â said the person, and she laughed.
It was Trinity Dawson â she was a friend of Lowryâs!
Danny turned pink and let Jonathon go.
âAll right!â he said.Â
Lowry stood beside
‘New player?’ asked Mick.
Danny had to be as quick as a flash with his answer.
‘Oh! Splinter’s mate?’
‘Who’s this?’ quizzed Mick.
Luckily for Danny, Jimmy was dying to tell Mick something that Danny hadn’t already beaten him to, so he went on and on about his son’s friend from swimming who was interested in joining because a player had left. Jimmy even called him ‘Jason’.
‘I better get off, Dad,’ interrupted Danny.
‘All the best, son,’ said Mick.
‘See you on Tuesday night, Danny,’ said Jimmy.
Danny disappeared out the door and when he told Jonathon just how close a shave it was, the two boys agreed that Jonathon shouldn’t go to the hospital with Danny again.
Chapter 16
âOperation Larryâ
T he next game for the Crokes couldnât come quickly enough for Jonathon Wilde. The game was all he could think about when he was in school. He couldnât sleep at night and he couldnât even go to the bathroom without thinking about playing his first game for Dannyâs team. He was obsessed.
Even Danny noticed that all his cousin wanted to do was talk GAA, play GAA, and watch GAA. So thatâs exactly what they did.
When his parents were out, Jonathon practised and practised and at night he watched Dannyâs GAA dvds on his portable dvd player (under the covers, in case his dad came in and caught him).
But unfortunately for Jonathon, Jimmy announced at Thursday nightâs training that there would be no match on Saturday.
âA walk-over!â cheered Jimmy.
All the boys cheered in celebration. Normally they hated walk-overs, but at this stage in the league they were feeling the pressure and they knew that it was more precious points in the bag.
The team they were supposed to play, Willow View, was at the bottom of the league and had cancelled because a bunch of the players had lost interest and gone off to play soccer, and there was no point in turning up with half a team.
As expected by everybody, Barnfield won their second last game, and so Jonathonâs hopes were pinned on the friendly in Wexford against Kimuldridge under-14s on 1 November â he really hoped heâd pull off a good enough performance to make it into the starting fifteen for the title game against Barnfield on the Little Croker on 8 November.
The following week flew by and Jonathon still hadnât managed to pluck up enough courage to tackle the Larry problem and book himself a seat on the coach to Wexford.
On Saturday night, only six days before the trip, Larry and Regina were rushing around the house, trying to get themselves ready for a night at the opera. They were late because Larry had an emergency meeting with a client that day and it ran late.
Danny kept hassling Jonathon to come up with something, but no matter how much Jonathon racked his brain, the truth was, the thought of actually going on a trip away from home overnight without telling his parents petrified him.
Heâd lied about joining a club at school and heâd gone to training and to matches instead, but this was different. This kind of lie was off the scale!
While Larry and Regina were arguing upstairs, Jonathon, Lowry and Danny were crashed out in front of the telly in the living room.
The door bell rang, and Lowry jumped up.
âIâll get it.â
âWe werenât moving,â laughed Jonathon, and he reached out to Danny for a high five.
Somehow, the cousinsâ high five turned into a wrestling match on the floor. Danny had his leg wrapped around Jonathon and had him in a head lock. He had taken off his socks and was trying to stick his smelly toes into Jonathonâs nose when somebody very special from his recent past walked into the room.
âDanny!â said the person, and she laughed.
It was Trinity Dawson â she was a friend of Lowryâs!
Danny turned pink and let Jonathon go.
âAll right!â he said.Â
Lowry stood beside
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