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seemed right there. Mrs Poole did mention the match in assembly and wished us luck, but nobody else seemed very interested. The M&Ms of course sneered at us, but what’s new? They’re our deadly rivals in everything, so you wouldn’t exactly expect them to be cheering us on. But I thought that Danny McCloud and Ryan Scott might have mentioned it. After all, we had supported them in their competition. But that’s boys for you, I guess.
Anyway, when the bell went at home time,we all made our way into the changing rooms. By that time I was feeling more than a little sick. Part of me was desperate to get on with the match, and part of me wished that we’d never got involved in the five-a-side thing to start with.
“Just think, in less than twenty minutes it will all be over!” said Frankie grimly, pulling her T-shirt over her head. She’d embroidered S.G.U. on hers in big loopy silver letters. I’d used a black felt tip on mine.
“Couldn’t you do better than that?” asked Fliss, looking at it. The sequins on hers were still sparkling. But to be honest with you, our T-shirts were really the last of our worries.
There was a knock at the door. Mr Pownall popped his head round it.
“Are you ready, girls? The other team’s waiting for you.”
We must all have looked petrified, because he laughed.
“There’s nothing to worry about – treat it as just another game. Keep your concentration, use all the pitch and keep your defence tight atthe back. I’ll be there to shout instructions, so just enjoy yourselves!”
That made us feel a bit better.
“OK sir, we’ll be out in a minute,” I told him.
When he’d gone, we got into a group huddle.
“We’re all in this together so let’s go out and win this baby!”
We broke free and put our right hands into the centre.
“Sleepover Superstars!” we yelled, raising our hands into the air.
With that, we were really pumped up and ready for anything. We burst through the changing room doors into the gym and…
“I don’t believe it!” gasped Frankie.
The gym was absolutely
packed
with people. There were children from every other year in the school, loads of teachers – even Mrs Poole was there. But there were just as many people who we didn’t recognise. They must have come with the other team.
“Blimey!” shrieked Rosie. “Look at them!”
On the pitch were some of the meanest-looking girls we’d ever seen. And
huge
! They looked like Teletubbies in football shorts!
“We are going to get slaughtered!” wailed Fliss. Lyndz just started to hiccup, which is Lyndz’s response to any crisis. Frankie tried to deal with her whilst I tried hard to think how we should approach the game. And that’s when the cheerleading started. At first all we could hear was Mr Pownall’s voice warbling:
“Sleepover Superstars are the best,
They’re going to score more than the rest
!”
Then you could just hear a few more voices joining in.
“Give me an S…”
It was Ryan Scott and the others, can you believe that? They looked
dead
embarrassed too. I nearly cracked up. Mr Pownall must have made them do it – it was wicked!
I turned to the others.
“Right, we’re going to win this, OK?” I told them firmly. “I know that they look a lot bigger than us, but that probably means that they’re a lot slower. Don’t let them intimidate you.And Fliss, you’ve got to remember whatever it was that Scotty taught you, OK?”
She nodded, the others nodded, Lyndz hiccuped.
“Right, deep breaths and – we’re on!”
We ran on to the pitch looking as though we were scared of nothing and nobody. It was a major act, but it boosted our confidence. The supporters went wild. It was totally awesome. I couldn’t believe that they were cheering for us, but I couldn’t let myself think about that too much. We had a football match to win!
It didn’t start too well. In fact it was a disaster. We were 2–0 down in less than a minute. I was pushed out of the way
Anyway, when the bell went at home time,we all made our way into the changing rooms. By that time I was feeling more than a little sick. Part of me was desperate to get on with the match, and part of me wished that we’d never got involved in the five-a-side thing to start with.
“Just think, in less than twenty minutes it will all be over!” said Frankie grimly, pulling her T-shirt over her head. She’d embroidered S.G.U. on hers in big loopy silver letters. I’d used a black felt tip on mine.
“Couldn’t you do better than that?” asked Fliss, looking at it. The sequins on hers were still sparkling. But to be honest with you, our T-shirts were really the last of our worries.
There was a knock at the door. Mr Pownall popped his head round it.
“Are you ready, girls? The other team’s waiting for you.”
We must all have looked petrified, because he laughed.
“There’s nothing to worry about – treat it as just another game. Keep your concentration, use all the pitch and keep your defence tight atthe back. I’ll be there to shout instructions, so just enjoy yourselves!”
That made us feel a bit better.
“OK sir, we’ll be out in a minute,” I told him.
When he’d gone, we got into a group huddle.
“We’re all in this together so let’s go out and win this baby!”
We broke free and put our right hands into the centre.
“Sleepover Superstars!” we yelled, raising our hands into the air.
With that, we were really pumped up and ready for anything. We burst through the changing room doors into the gym and…
“I don’t believe it!” gasped Frankie.
The gym was absolutely
packed
with people. There were children from every other year in the school, loads of teachers – even Mrs Poole was there. But there were just as many people who we didn’t recognise. They must have come with the other team.
“Blimey!” shrieked Rosie. “Look at them!”
On the pitch were some of the meanest-looking girls we’d ever seen. And
huge
! They looked like Teletubbies in football shorts!
“We are going to get slaughtered!” wailed Fliss. Lyndz just started to hiccup, which is Lyndz’s response to any crisis. Frankie tried to deal with her whilst I tried hard to think how we should approach the game. And that’s when the cheerleading started. At first all we could hear was Mr Pownall’s voice warbling:
“Sleepover Superstars are the best,
They’re going to score more than the rest
!”
Then you could just hear a few more voices joining in.
“Give me an S…”
It was Ryan Scott and the others, can you believe that? They looked
dead
embarrassed too. I nearly cracked up. Mr Pownall must have made them do it – it was wicked!
I turned to the others.
“Right, we’re going to win this, OK?” I told them firmly. “I know that they look a lot bigger than us, but that probably means that they’re a lot slower. Don’t let them intimidate you.And Fliss, you’ve got to remember whatever it was that Scotty taught you, OK?”
She nodded, the others nodded, Lyndz hiccuped.
“Right, deep breaths and – we’re on!”
We ran on to the pitch looking as though we were scared of nothing and nobody. It was a major act, but it boosted our confidence. The supporters went wild. It was totally awesome. I couldn’t believe that they were cheering for us, but I couldn’t let myself think about that too much. We had a football match to win!
It didn’t start too well. In fact it was a disaster. We were 2–0 down in less than a minute. I was pushed out of the way
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