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he would,’ put in Wedge. ‘Listen, kid,’ he said, pulling me towards him. ‘Almost all blokes can only kick with their right foot, OK?’
I nodded my head.
‘So, you stay on the right side. The guywith the ball will pretend to go left, but you stay on the right.’
‘And what position are you, big guy?’ asked Crunch.
Shane ignored the half-insult. ‘I’m the goalie. So far my average is six goals a game,’ he muttered.
‘So what will you do when a forward comes towards you with the ball at his feet?’ Crunch asked.
‘I usually jump up and down to put him off. It has never worked,’ answered Shane.
‘Next time,’ said Crunch, ‘step out a few feet from the goal-line to narrow the angle and be ready to dive at his feet.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah, dive at his feet. Wait until he is just going to shoot. No problem. Right?’
‘Huh, no problem at all then,’ Shane chuckled.
‘So,’ said Wedge. ‘We’re quits now. Best of luck, GIRLS!’
‘Yeah, right!’ laughed Crunch as they sprinted away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BIG ELLA INTO ACTION
M um and Dad were going to the cinema that night, and Big Ella insisted that I stay at her place.
‘The boys can help me with a few chores,’ she told Mum.
That didn’t sound great, but at least there’d be the reward of a bun or two.
She was packing big boxes into the bootof her car when Shane and I got there after the football practice. ‘Ah,’ she said. ‘You’re just in time, boys, to carry the rest of the stuff.’
‘What’s all this stuff for, Gran?’ Shane asked.
‘We’re going to the mill,’ she replied.
Shane and I groaned.
‘Can’t Mister Lewis come to our house like he always does?’ asked Shane.
Big Ella just smiled. Shane and me knew that once she decides on something there’s no stopping her.
We did as she asked and packed boxes into the boot, and what didn’t fit there we squashed into the back seat with us.
‘What’s with all the boxes? Are we going to stay in the mill, Gran?’ Shane asked nervously.
‘Don’t be daft, child.’ She laughed. ‘I just have a few things to put right.’
When Big Ella parked the car at the bridge, we hauled all those boxes through the field to the mill and wished we had the trolley that Mister Lewis had nicked.
Then we struggled upstairs and through the makeshift door.
‘It’s alright, Mister Lewis,’ I said when I saw dust rising. ‘It’s just us and Big Ella.’
‘Ah,’ he said, as he came together. ‘I’m afraid you’ve come at a bad time, Big Ella. I was just about to clean up another mess.’
‘No worries, Mister Lewis,’ she replied. ‘It’s not you I have come to see. Now, tell me, where are these ladies who cause you so much trouble?’
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CRISIS MEETING
W hen Mister Lewis told Big Ella more stories about the carry-on of his shrieking neighbours, she tut-tutted and shook her head. Once, she even sighed sadly and said, ‘The poor dears.’
‘Poor dears, my eye,’ said Mister Lewis indignantly. ‘They come in here and trash the place, looking for my food. Nightmares, that’s what they are.’
‘I knew there was something up at themill,’ Big Ella said as she patted Mister Lewis’s gloved hand. ‘Every time you’ve come to my house recently, you’ve seemed to shrink a bit more. We’ll sort all this out, trust me. There have been incidents of the walking dead in Africa. I’ve brought several things that might help. So, boys,’ she said, getting up from her chair, ‘let’s have a cup of tea while we wait to meet these three and put them right.’
But Mister Lewis was shaking his head.
‘It won’t work, Big Ella,’ he sighed. ‘They will just come back and trash it all again.’
Big Ella put her pudgy hands on her big hips. ‘They’ll be dealing with
me
,’ she said in a tone of voice that would cut through a fridge. ‘Let’s set the table for tea.’
She opened the boxes and put out plates of buns, chocolate
I nodded my head.
‘So, you stay on the right side. The guywith the ball will pretend to go left, but you stay on the right.’
‘And what position are you, big guy?’ asked Crunch.
Shane ignored the half-insult. ‘I’m the goalie. So far my average is six goals a game,’ he muttered.
‘So what will you do when a forward comes towards you with the ball at his feet?’ Crunch asked.
‘I usually jump up and down to put him off. It has never worked,’ answered Shane.
‘Next time,’ said Crunch, ‘step out a few feet from the goal-line to narrow the angle and be ready to dive at his feet.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah, dive at his feet. Wait until he is just going to shoot. No problem. Right?’
‘Huh, no problem at all then,’ Shane chuckled.
‘So,’ said Wedge. ‘We’re quits now. Best of luck, GIRLS!’
‘Yeah, right!’ laughed Crunch as they sprinted away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
BIG ELLA INTO ACTION
M um and Dad were going to the cinema that night, and Big Ella insisted that I stay at her place.
‘The boys can help me with a few chores,’ she told Mum.
That didn’t sound great, but at least there’d be the reward of a bun or two.
She was packing big boxes into the bootof her car when Shane and I got there after the football practice. ‘Ah,’ she said. ‘You’re just in time, boys, to carry the rest of the stuff.’
‘What’s all this stuff for, Gran?’ Shane asked.
‘We’re going to the mill,’ she replied.
Shane and I groaned.
‘Can’t Mister Lewis come to our house like he always does?’ asked Shane.
Big Ella just smiled. Shane and me knew that once she decides on something there’s no stopping her.
We did as she asked and packed boxes into the boot, and what didn’t fit there we squashed into the back seat with us.
‘What’s with all the boxes? Are we going to stay in the mill, Gran?’ Shane asked nervously.
‘Don’t be daft, child.’ She laughed. ‘I just have a few things to put right.’
When Big Ella parked the car at the bridge, we hauled all those boxes through the field to the mill and wished we had the trolley that Mister Lewis had nicked.
Then we struggled upstairs and through the makeshift door.
‘It’s alright, Mister Lewis,’ I said when I saw dust rising. ‘It’s just us and Big Ella.’
‘Ah,’ he said, as he came together. ‘I’m afraid you’ve come at a bad time, Big Ella. I was just about to clean up another mess.’
‘No worries, Mister Lewis,’ she replied. ‘It’s not you I have come to see. Now, tell me, where are these ladies who cause you so much trouble?’
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CRISIS MEETING
W hen Mister Lewis told Big Ella more stories about the carry-on of his shrieking neighbours, she tut-tutted and shook her head. Once, she even sighed sadly and said, ‘The poor dears.’
‘Poor dears, my eye,’ said Mister Lewis indignantly. ‘They come in here and trash the place, looking for my food. Nightmares, that’s what they are.’
‘I knew there was something up at themill,’ Big Ella said as she patted Mister Lewis’s gloved hand. ‘Every time you’ve come to my house recently, you’ve seemed to shrink a bit more. We’ll sort all this out, trust me. There have been incidents of the walking dead in Africa. I’ve brought several things that might help. So, boys,’ she said, getting up from her chair, ‘let’s have a cup of tea while we wait to meet these three and put them right.’
But Mister Lewis was shaking his head.
‘It won’t work, Big Ella,’ he sighed. ‘They will just come back and trash it all again.’
Big Ella put her pudgy hands on her big hips. ‘They’ll be dealing with
me
,’ she said in a tone of voice that would cut through a fridge. ‘Let’s set the table for tea.’
She opened the boxes and put out plates of buns, chocolate
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