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nearly wet herself when she saw Ryan Scott all puffed up waiting for the contest.
“I… I can’t play against them!” she wailed.
“’Course you can,” I told her firmly. “You’ve done it before. Just forget who they are. Pretend they’re girls or something.”
Easier said than done. Fliss just froze every time she saw Ryan Scott with the ball. 1–0, the ball flew into the goal over her head. 2–0, the ball whizzed in past her left hand. 3–0, the ball whooshed in to her right. 4–0, the ball whipped in through her legs.
“Come on Fliss, get a grip!” I yelled. I turnedto Frankie. “This is hopeless!”
“Hang on a minute, I’ve got an idea,” she said.
She quietly went over to have a word with Ryan Scott, and when she’d whispered something else to Fliss she came back.
“Right, I reckon the rest of us should have a bit of shooting practice, what do you say?” she said, and grabbing another football, she went towards the other goal.
“What’s going on?” I asked her when Danny McCloud and the others were shooting at goal.
“Oh, I just told Scotty what a great striker he is.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“And said that because he’s such a superstar,” she continued, “he’s the only person we can rely on to give Fliss the practice she needs.”
“What?”
I shrieked. “You traitor! What about Girl Power? I’m better than Ryan Scott any day of the week. And you know it!”
“I know,” agreed Frankie. “But would Fliss have listened to you like that?” She gestured towhere Fliss was engrossed in what Ryan Scott was telling her.
“I guess not,” I agreed. “But he’ll be so big-headed now, he’ll be unbearable. I hope it’s worth it!”
Well, I was definitely right about him getting big-headed. He never stopped rubbing it in that we needed his help to sort out our playing. I was well annoyed about that.
“I’m going to kill you for this!” I warned Frankie. “He’s more unbearable than ever.”
“I know!” she agreed. “I made a BIG mistake with that. You’d better shoot me now!”
Of course Fliss was absolutely delirious about Ryan Scott’s attention, which just made us madder still.
“I bet she hasn’t learnt
anything
from him,” Rosie said before our match against the boys the next lunchtime. “She’s probably just been batting her eyelashes at him and telling him how wonderful he is!”
Well, that’s where we were all wrong. Fliss played an absolute blinder in goal. Nothing got past her. And we actually won the game 1–0!
“Hey Fliss, you were brilliant!” we all congratulated her afterwards.
“She had a good coach, didn’t she?” smirked Ryan Scott from behind us. “Good job you’ve got a man like me to sort you out, isn’t it?”
“Man?
!” we snorted. “In your dreams, mate!”
“Don’t get too cocky,” he sneered. “We only let you win because Pownall said we had to boost your confidence.”
“Yeah right!” I laughed.
“You don’t think he was serious, do you?” asked Rosie anxiously afterwards.
“No way! We won that fair and square,” I reassured her. I was sure that they would never let us win a game like that. Although it did play on my mind just a teensy bit on Wednesday as we got ready for the competition…
Boy, was it tough getting through
that
day. We were all so nervous we could barely talk to each other, never mind do things like work and eat. Fliss lost it completely – surprise, surprise!
“I can’t do this!” she kept whimpering. “I’m sorry, I just can’t.”
“Yes you can!” I told her firmly. “We all promised that we’d do it this once. Besides, we’ve already beaten the boys’ team. How frightening can a girls’ team be?”
“But the boys let us win, didn’t they?” she twittered.
I was going to make mincemeat of stupid Ryan Scott when I got hold of him.
“At least there’ll be nobody there to watch us make fools of ourselves,” muttered Lyndz.
She certainly
“I… I can’t play against them!” she wailed.
“’Course you can,” I told her firmly. “You’ve done it before. Just forget who they are. Pretend they’re girls or something.”
Easier said than done. Fliss just froze every time she saw Ryan Scott with the ball. 1–0, the ball flew into the goal over her head. 2–0, the ball whizzed in past her left hand. 3–0, the ball whooshed in to her right. 4–0, the ball whipped in through her legs.
“Come on Fliss, get a grip!” I yelled. I turnedto Frankie. “This is hopeless!”
“Hang on a minute, I’ve got an idea,” she said.
She quietly went over to have a word with Ryan Scott, and when she’d whispered something else to Fliss she came back.
“Right, I reckon the rest of us should have a bit of shooting practice, what do you say?” she said, and grabbing another football, she went towards the other goal.
“What’s going on?” I asked her when Danny McCloud and the others were shooting at goal.
“Oh, I just told Scotty what a great striker he is.”
I stared at her in disbelief.
“And said that because he’s such a superstar,” she continued, “he’s the only person we can rely on to give Fliss the practice she needs.”
“What?”
I shrieked. “You traitor! What about Girl Power? I’m better than Ryan Scott any day of the week. And you know it!”
“I know,” agreed Frankie. “But would Fliss have listened to you like that?” She gestured towhere Fliss was engrossed in what Ryan Scott was telling her.
“I guess not,” I agreed. “But he’ll be so big-headed now, he’ll be unbearable. I hope it’s worth it!”
Well, I was definitely right about him getting big-headed. He never stopped rubbing it in that we needed his help to sort out our playing. I was well annoyed about that.
“I’m going to kill you for this!” I warned Frankie. “He’s more unbearable than ever.”
“I know!” she agreed. “I made a BIG mistake with that. You’d better shoot me now!”
Of course Fliss was absolutely delirious about Ryan Scott’s attention, which just made us madder still.
“I bet she hasn’t learnt
anything
from him,” Rosie said before our match against the boys the next lunchtime. “She’s probably just been batting her eyelashes at him and telling him how wonderful he is!”
Well, that’s where we were all wrong. Fliss played an absolute blinder in goal. Nothing got past her. And we actually won the game 1–0!
“Hey Fliss, you were brilliant!” we all congratulated her afterwards.
“She had a good coach, didn’t she?” smirked Ryan Scott from behind us. “Good job you’ve got a man like me to sort you out, isn’t it?”
“Man?
!” we snorted. “In your dreams, mate!”
“Don’t get too cocky,” he sneered. “We only let you win because Pownall said we had to boost your confidence.”
“Yeah right!” I laughed.
“You don’t think he was serious, do you?” asked Rosie anxiously afterwards.
“No way! We won that fair and square,” I reassured her. I was sure that they would never let us win a game like that. Although it did play on my mind just a teensy bit on Wednesday as we got ready for the competition…
Boy, was it tough getting through
that
day. We were all so nervous we could barely talk to each other, never mind do things like work and eat. Fliss lost it completely – surprise, surprise!
“I can’t do this!” she kept whimpering. “I’m sorry, I just can’t.”
“Yes you can!” I told her firmly. “We all promised that we’d do it this once. Besides, we’ve already beaten the boys’ team. How frightening can a girls’ team be?”
“But the boys let us win, didn’t they?” she twittered.
I was going to make mincemeat of stupid Ryan Scott when I got hold of him.
“At least there’ll be nobody there to watch us make fools of ourselves,” muttered Lyndz.
She certainly
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