2 1 The Other Side Laurena s pretty. Ashley kissed his teeth. Don t be ridiculous! She is. He laughed. Thomas span to face him. What s wrong with her then? She s my sister, stupid! Apart from that...? You wouldn t understand. Ashley kicked a small stone. It bounced across the grass verge and into the canal. He envied Thomas. Thomas didn t have an older sister. His dad wasn t a teacher at Kirkham High. You ve got to admit, she is nice looking... Thomas smirked like an idiot. She smiles at me. Ashley groaned. Don t make me puke.
3 Beyond the footbridge, on the other side, a road ran by the canal. There were holes in the fencing. The dark water was a graveyard for unwanted bikes, stolen cars and shopping trolleys. The two boys raced up the steps to the bridge. Look! Ashley nodded. More of the fencing had been demolished since their last visit. Another concrete post had been smashed. In the canal, the burnt-out shell of a sports car, sprawled piggy-back on another drowned wreck. Thomas threw a stone. I hate Sundays. I love em, said Ashley. They re so boring. Mum goes to church, Dad reads the papers, Laurena gazes at herself in the mirror all day... Ashley flung a stone, high into the air above the canal....and you, said Thomas, you get to hang around down some minging old canal with me. Minging old you! laughed Ashley. Come on! Elbowing Thomas in the ribs, he took off at a run towards the end of the bridge. Where you going? Dunno... Ashley kept running. Just for a poke around and a wander... see what we find. I can t... Thomas was following half-heartedly....i m not allowed over that side. Me neither! yelled Ashley, taking the steps three at a time. Let s do it! They hadn t passed a soul. The road and broken fence had given way to high factory walls, windowless and drab. Sunlight was gone, you could feel the chill from the dark water; it was deathly quiet, cut-off from the world, closed-in. Ashley glanced at Thomas. His feet were dragging, he kept looking over his shoulder like a nervous bird. Thomas slowed. The bridge is nearly out of sight. Broken glass crunched loudly under his trainers. Shouldn t we turn back soon...? You re not scared? said Ashley. Don t be stupid! Thomas made to shoulder-barge him towards the water.
4 He shoved back. What then? Thomas shrugged. Nothing. Ashley walked on. For some reason, this forbidden world of abandoned and derelict buildings made his heart beat faster. It s not far, he called back over his shoulder. Suddenly, Thomas was interested and scurrying behind him. What s not? Ashley grinned at the ease of his bluff. Wait and see, he said, quickening his pace. Listen! What was it? Ashley broke into a jog. Come on! The shouts and yells seemed to come from all sides. A fight perhaps? There were lots of voices. The high buildings distorted and echoed them, but they were definitely close by. He ran. Curtis! Come on, you stupid... Give it to him, man! Give it to him! Cas! Cas! CAS! Over here mate! Over here. Ashley could hear Thomas pounding the gravel, close on his heels. To his left, the high walls disappeared now and the space opened out. Grabbing the fence, he stared in amazement. You idiot! Pass it back, man. Pass it! Get rid of it! PASS! How many were there? Fifteen? Twenty-a-side! No - more. Madness! panted Thomas panting to a stop beside him. Ashley nodded. The boys were large and hard-looking, most seemed a few years older. The game was raggedy to say the least - pretty much a free-for-all. On concrete for heaven s sake! But what a place! It had to be at least as big as a full-size pitch! There were thousands of windows in the old factory buildings surrounding the yard -
5 all smashed. The chicken-wire fence separating the yard from the canal had seen better days too. Him with the dark curly hair! Thomas gripped the fence. Watch him go! Yeah, said Ashley. And he s dangerous in the air, too. Catching the ball on his chest, the boy brought it down without slowing, moved free of the mob and took off, ball at his feet. Effortless. A pack gave chase. Dodging this way and that, the boy wound his way towards the far goal - a white line painted on the wall. As he drew level with the last defender, he feigned a lurch left, took the ball right and shot. The tall keeper, leapt brilliantly to punch the ball clear. The ball ricocheted back off the building. Save! gasped Ashley. Corner! yelled Thomas. But the ball remained in play. Pushing and shoving, a scrum of boys hacked and kicked. Another shot - the ball leapt back. And another... and another... The ball was finally hooked away. Thomas turned to Ashley. Lethal! He nodded. Or what! After a time, even with so many participants and so few rules, he had begun to recognise the skilled players. The standard was surprisingly high, the game was being played at an exhausting pace. But it was Cas, the curly-haired youth they had first noticed, who was proving most consistent. In spite of his efforts, the side he captained was losing. His chief rival, the captain of the other side, was a louder, more aggressive player. He was black, tall as a giant, and built like a tank. His name was Gunner. He had a kick like a missile-launcher. The fence rocked as the ball smashed into one of the uprights. Reacting by instinct - to a blur of shadow in the corner of his eye - Ashley dived. Save!
6 Nice one! Gunner ran over. There was blood on his shirt, the rip from a fall. Chuck it... Hang on! panted Cas. Gunner span round. What s this? Too bushed? Cas put up his hands. Oh, yeah, please. We can t take any more! Gunner spat and wiped his forehead. Cas grinned. How about some fresh blood? Ashley stared. Suddenly all eyes were on Thomas and him. How about it? barked Gunner. Ashley glanced at Thomas. You bet! he yelled, tossing the ball sideways. Thomas got his foot to it. The ball soared up and over the fence, in a high arc. Ashley yanked at a gap in the chicken-wire and clambered through. OK. Gunner was already jogging back towards the centre. The white boy can use his feet - we ll take him. The brother s yours. Ashley felt a hand on his shoulder. How about you? said Cas, Can you use your feet? He nodded. Let s find out, said Cas. You re kicking with us.
7 2 The Bridge Ashley puffed out his cheeks. You done alright. Cas draped an arm round his shoulder. Didn t score any goals. Goals aren t everything. No. He sighed. Winning is. Cas stopped and turned. Is that what you think? He shrugged. Cas shook his head. Playing, he said, not winning. It s playing and how you play that counts. He wagged a finger. Never forget it! They slapped hands and shook. Players are always welcome, said Cas. Ashley and Thomas dawdled their way home. At the bridge where, on the other side, their paths divided, they rested on a battered shopping trolley.
8 Eleven - nine! hissed Thomas. He had said little else since the end of the game. Yeah, OK! said Ashley. So your side won - big deal! But how many shots on goal did you make? Thomas dropped his head and grunted. My legs, he groaned, they re killing me. Me too. Nearly three hours! Ashley hopped off the trolley. And they were already well into the game when we arrived.. What must those guys be made of? Thomas stretched out a leg. Don t know about you, he gasped, rubbing, but my last day of freedom s going to be spent doing absolutely nish! Squat-diddley! Nothing! Zero! He flung a stone across the water. Freedom! Not for much longer... said Thomas,...school on Tuesday. The stone clanged against the bridge. A new school year meant football trials. His dad was in charge of Year 8 soccer. Wednesday was crunch day. The trials. You re lucky. Lucky..!? He jerked round. I don t think so! Your dad ll put you in goal. Exactly! I can t understand why anyone in their right mind should want to be a goalie. Thomas crouched, goalie stance. You get plenty of time on your own... on a good day. Great! He sneered. To daydream you re somebody else, somewhere more exciting. Goal-keeping is a specialist job. What - and playing midfield, defence or up-front isn t? OK, but at least goalies don t have to run around, non-stop, the entire match. That s true. Ashley pretended to dribble an imaginary ball. Is that the best you can come up with?
9 Thomas scratched his head. Only the goalie gets to wear psychedelic shirts with padded elbows. He chuckled. And gloves! Yeah, see! What s so bad about goal-keeping? The standing around, for starters, said Ashley. It can get very cold. Thomas nodded. Sometimes a goalie has to stop himself from getting bored, said Ashley. When all of it s happening down the other end, he needs to keep his mind on the game. You have to be able to keep your eye on the ball. You have to be able to coax yourself. You often have to quickly switch from relaxed to ready for action. And you need to be thick-skinned - a hostile opposition crowd behind you, hating you, willing you to mess up, has got to be one of the scariest things. It s a tough job! Yeah, but somebody s got to do it. Tapping his imaginary ball, Ashley flipped it up. A goalie is the focus of much hatred and little love. I read that. You re blamed for letting in goals, often blamed for losing the match, but when do you get credit for saves? It s a tough job alright. It s tough, it s thankless and I don t want to do it! He made as if to strike the imaginary ball. Thomas feigned a save. Dodging past him, he took off, running towards the fence. Come on! Where you going? The broken fence-post, he yelled, let s drop a piece of concrete! It was heavy. A fat lump of rock with a twisted rusty core. The two boys shuffled, grunting and puffing. One... Two... Three... Raaah! Ka-PLOSH! That was... Yeeeeah! The ripples spread. Reaching the bridge, they were almost too small to see. He thinks I m fat and useless, said Ashley.
10 What? Dad - he s always pushed me into playing goal - says I haven t got the physique to play anywhere else. Thanks to him having a word with Mr Saddler, goal is where I ended up all last year. And now... Fat? Thomas lifted up his jersey. Show me! I ve got more than you. Glancing at Thomas, he eased up his shirt. See! jeered Thomas, extending his belly. You ve got nothing! I should be the one in goal! Dad doesn t see things that way. That s because you re good. Because he made me. He slapped his stomach. It isn t where I want to be. I d love to be in your boots. You reckon? Ashley shook his head. You wouldn t, believe me. Anyway, there s nothing to stop you. You ve got the skills. You think so? I know so. You just need to prove it - get noticed. Thomas dropped his gaze. Would you put in a word for me? I ll have a go. But, to be honest, Dad only sees and hears what he wants. You ve got to put yourself forward. You d do better talking to him yourself.
11 3 Trials and Tribulations Come on, at the back there - pick up those feet! Get a move on. Shift! Ashley willed his legs to go faster. They ached. Ahead, a ribbon of boys pounded past the corner flag. Lanky Rawlinson was way out in front, stretching his lead with an easy stride. Ashley himself was somewhere in the back third. A handful of stragglers panted and wheezed behind him. He could feel Dad s eyes. The last three, bellowed Dad, from the centre of the pitch, get to run the whole thing again. How s that for an incentive! Boys murmured and groaned. The pace quickened. Ashley glanced round. Thomas, normally faster than him on long distances, was near the back, his face screwed up with pain. Only Ganesh, Fritch and Lees were behind him. Sunday s mammoth game appeared to have really done him in. Come on, you saps! yelled his dad. Come on, you crisp-eating, cokeswilling, couch-potatoes. Move it!
12 One final length of the pitch to go. Now was the moment to squeeze out a finishing spurt. Arms pumping, lungs gasping, Ashley drove his legs faster. And faster. Aaagh! Ashley Grant! Don t give up, boy. You can t stop there. Aagh! The pain in his stomach was searing; too tight to straighten up. He remained bent over as muddy boots thundered past. You haven t finished! Dad s voice was furious. He was close. It s to the goal-post. I can t! No such word. Ashley slowly straightened. Sorry, he grunted. It s really bad stitch. Dad s face darkened in a scowl. Stitch! he hissed, murderously, I ll give you stitch! Pain stabbed like a knife in the gut. Ashley hobbled, winced and gritted his teeth. He tried again. Pathetic! Whine and whinge all you like, Dad shoved him from behind. You ll finish like all the others. I ll not have you embarrass me in this manner! When you reach the goal post, you can set off round again. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. All the way round, Ashley kept himself going by trying to imagine really embarrassing things happening to his dad. His shorts elastic snapping for example and him tripping and landing face first in the mud, bum exposed. You could understand someone being embarrassed about that. If that happened, a little rage would be forgivable. Only when he reached the posts at the furthest end of the pitch did the stitch start to fade. It had been torture. Dad had not, as threatened, made three boys run again. Just him. Just to double the humiliation. The rest of the boys had been divided into groups and now, under Dad s watchful gaze, they dribbled back and forth and ran through skills routines. Ashley caught Thomas s eye as he staggered to a halt. gave a discreet and sympathetic shrug. Right - that s enough! Gather round, lads... chop-chop!...gather round!
13 Ashley slumped on the wet grass with the others. Surprise, surprise. It didn t look like he was going to be given a chance to prove his skills. OK. Rawlinson...? Sir? Right wing. Sir. Adams. Sir? Take the left. Yes, Sir. Barnett Sir? Where do you normally play, Barnett? Right back, Sir. That s you, then. Thank you, sir. Don t thank me - just prove yourself worthy, Barnett, that s all I ask. Yes, sir. The names and positions rolled on. OK. That just leaves the reserves to pick - Dad peered at his clipboard, - and goalie. Anybody unhappy so far with what they ve got? Anyone feel they ve been unfairly left out? Ashley glanced around. Thomas was keeping his eyes down. Sir... What can I do for you, Grant? He swallowed and met his father s gaze. I d like a chance to trial as a forward... sir. A forward, eh? His father s eyes flitted over the watchful faces. Forwards need to be able to run. There were a few titters. A dark smile curled his father s lips. You had your chance, Grant. I got stitch, sir. He got stitch!
14 This time the titters were louder. Grant, a boy of your fitness should think himself lucky to even be considered for the team. Don t you think? Laughter. Ashley dropped his head, face and ears burning. Anyone else? No? Right, let s deal with the goalie and reserves. He caught Thomas s eye. Sir... Thomas s voice wavered. Who s that? Me, sir. Thomas waved half-heartedly. Ah, yes. Moffat, isn t it? Yes, sir. Thomas grinned. Don t smirk like an idiot, Moffat. What is it? I... Thomas lowered his head. I d like to try for goal, sir. What was that? It s no good whispering to the grass. Sorry, Mister Grant - sir... I said I d like to try for goal, sir. Goal, Moffat? Would you, indeed? Yes, sir. If that s OK. If that s OK! Credentials? What, sir? Credentials, Moffat. What experience do you have in that position? You mean like in teams, sir? Yes, Moffat - like in teams. None, really, sir. I was reserve last year, sir, with Mr Saddler. Were you, indeed. Well I see no reason to question Mr Saddler s judgment. You ll stay where I put you. He glanced at his clipboard. Left-back. Grant will start in goal. But should anything happen to him, Moffat, you will be our reserve. Anyone else got any questions? Ashley stared at his boots and chewed his lip. Good. I take it that means everyone s happy.
15 4 Hard to Swallow Eat up your toast, Ashley, honey. Mum poured a mug of tea and placed it beside his plate. I m not hungry. That s not like you, pumpkin. Breakfast is important. We must all eat to keep our strength up through the day. Dad s newspaper twitched. Ashley shifted uncomfortably. Is something wrong, darling? Placing both her hands on his shoulders, Mum began rubbing and squeezing. It felt soothing... She worked her way up to his neck. If something s troubling you, you must tell your mamma. Dad lowered his paper and glared. Mum...! Shrugging away her hands, Ashley reached for the toast. Dad made a loud throat-clearing, coughing noise.
16 Mum lifted her eyebrows. Yes, mih dear? She retreated into Jamaican at the slightest hint of tension. Dad frowned. Just... He exhaled with a grumpy sigh. Just let the boy get on, or they ll be late for school. Yeah. Laurena smirked. Get a move on, Ash. Ashley stared at his toast. In spite of the butter and honey, it tasted dry. He was chewing, but he couldn t swallow. Scowling at Laurena, he took a swig of tea. And gulped. I m not happy... Ashley? Mum put down her tea. Not happy? Laurena stifled a snigger. Dad folded his paper. Sorry, did I miss something? What did he say? He said he s not happy. Laurena mocked with pitiful eyes. Ashley twisted his fingers. Not happy? Dad lent forward. I m... I don t think... Ashley was afraid to meet Dad s gaze. I don t think the trials were fair. Dad s frown deepened. Is that right? Ashley nodded. Well, I m keen to hear your explanation... A slight sneer curled his lip....especially, given my own son is one of those I ve picked. The thing is... Ashley cleared his throat. I m as good a player up-front as half those you picked. But I didn t get chance to prove it. Across the table, Mum fixed Dad with an inquisitive gaze. He shrugged dismissively. As I recall, everyone was given the same chance. Ashley fell at the first hurdle. I had stitch! Ashley... Dad shook his head. Ashley, the modern game is, above all things, about stamina and pace. At the end of the run, you came in last. If I d chosen you as a forward over one of your team-mates, he chuckled scornfully, I might rightly have been accused of poor judgment and favouritism. But -
17 No buts. Dad cut him off. Your goal-keeping skills are proven. But, don t forget - your friend Moffat is more than keen to jump into your boots. You should be grateful I didn t choose him. Grateful! Ashley snatched a glance at Mum. Mih sure what im say is for the best. Ashley s a wannabe striker, Mum. A wolf in sheep s clothing, aren t you Ash? Laurena nudged his foot under the table. Underneath that soft exterior, lurks a beast! Dad and Laurena grinned at each other across the table, sharing the joke. He s a goalie. The team s goalie. That s good. Mum patted Ashley s hand. Goalie s what you re good at, isn t it? It s not all I m good at! Blood thumped in his ears. It s not what I want to be! He had to let the pressure out, his head was going to burst. Dad s never given me a chance. He looked Dad in the eye. You always say goalie s all I m good for, but I ll show you! He kicked hard, under the table. Laurena screamed. Ashley snatched up his school bag and stormed from the table. He kicked me, Dad, he deliberately kicked me. Ashley! I can feel it - it s going to be a whopping great bruise. Ashley! Get back in here this minute and apologise! Slamming the front door, Ashley hurried down the path.
18 5 School and After Grant!? Yes, miss? Grant, are you off with the fairies? Sorry, miss? No, miss. You could at least try to look as if you re paying attention. It d been the same all day: staring into space; zero concentration. In his head, endless re-runs of the football trials and the clash at breakfast. Over and over. He couldn t seem to shake it off. Dad had been so unfair. But, of course he was always right. When had it ever been different? As for Laurena, Ashley smiled to himself. The kick under the table had been long overdue. Dad adored her and she sucked up to him. It was pathetic. She could get away with murder. In arguments or disputes, she and Dad always sided together, against him. They were forever mocking him, teasing him and putting him down.
19 Mum was kind of his ally, but she didn t like arguments and believed in turning the other cheek. His battles were his own. He had to prove himself, alone. He d spied Dad and Laurena driving into the staff car park just a few minutes before school. Dad had looked stormy. Avoiding them both at breaktimes had been easy enough, but he d been growing more and more tense as the day went by. To walk off like that, with Dad ordering him back! If Dad came and called him out of class for a talking to, he would die of embarrassment. Sooner or later, he was going to have to face him. He stared at his watch and counted seconds to the bell. Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrng! You can t say I didn t try... Ashley patted Thomas on the back. You did alright. He s fierce! Tell me about it! Anyone d think he d fallen out of bed - on the wrong side! That s everyday Dad - that s what I have to put up with. As they reached the school gates, he spotted his sister up the road with a group of her girlfriends. Thomas threw him a sympathetic look. Good luck, he said, sheepishly. Ashley tried to smile. Thanks. I ll need it. Laurena hadn t noticed him. She and her friends were far too preoccupied. Gathered in a huddle, they chattered, fiddled with their hair and adjusted their clothing. Jabbering and jostling each other, every few seconds they burst into loud fits of giggles. As he approached, the source of their excitement became apparent - across the road, dressed in jeans and jackets, a group of older boys were tapping a football back and forth. Oh, here s your little brother! Laurena s eye s flashed. My big bother, don t you mean! The girls laughed. He scowled.
20 We re just chatting, said Laurena, girl s talk. Her friends giggled and nudged each other. You ll have to hang around a minute. Ashley shrugged. Okay. The girls turned their backs. He propped himself against the fence and watched. Across the road, the ball was being kept in the air. The older boys were trying to be skilful, hoping the girls would be impressed. Laurena and her friends weren t interested in the football. The one with the wide shoulders is nice! No! The one with the curly hair - he s gorgeous! Look! He stared. The boy his sister had described, balanced the ball lightly on the end of his foot, flicked it up and headed it. It was Cas! Yo! Cas waved. Alright, mate. The ball soared over the girls heads. Dropping his bag, Ashley stepped away from the fence, side-stepped and caught it on his chest. He bounced the ball from one knee to the other. The girls turned to watch. Getting his foot under, he whacked it full power. It rocketed upwards, slowed and began its descent. Cas and his mates whistled and cheered. The ball dropped like a stone, landing, from its great height, right between them. Yeah! Nice! Laurena and her friends giggled and huddled once again. Ashley froze. A familiar red Fiat was nosing its way out through the school gates. Dad glared through the windscreen. The horn sounded, impatiently. See you, Cas. Waving across the road, he broke into a trot. The wave came back. Yeah. Laters, mate. Laters! For once, he didn t mind the fact that Laurena had nabbed the front seat. Being out of sight, tucked away behind Dad, there was a chance he might avoid attention. Dad stared out through his window. Cas and his friends were now chatting across the street to the girls.
21 Dad! Laurena shrank into her seat. You re not going to say anything are you? Somebody has to do something, said Dad. Those boys aren t from Kirkham. It s a free country, said Laurena. Dad grunted. We can t have their type hanging around the school gates. You can see they re up to no good - shouting from street corners, laughing and kicking a football about. I m sorry, but I have a duty. Dad pulled into the curb between Laurena s friends and the group of boys. In the back, Ashley tried to make himself invisible. Dad s window whined and whirred, sliding its way down into the door. Cas and his friends stared irritably at the car that was interrupting their conversation. Excuse me. Dad s voice sounded particularly loud and pompous. These girls have homes to go to and homework to do. You probably have homes to go to too. The boys looked at one another and smirked. Are you offering us a lift? said Cas. No! snapped Dad. I am not. Boys your age should know better than to play football in the street. We were just having a bit of fun, said Cas. He picked up the ball and smiled. You re right, mister, we were setting a bad example to younger kids - none of us stopped to think. There s better places to play. Cas s smile, Ashley realised, was now directed at him. He grinned back. We have a game every Sunday, kick-off s at two, anyone can join us. Dad nodded. The trouble is, sometimes, between games, we get the itch to kick. Cas eyed the ball. Know what I mean? I m really sorry, I ll make sure it doesn t happen again. Dad stared, at a loss, apparently, for something to say. The boys stared back. Very good, said Dad, finally. He revved the engine. The car lurched up the street. Ashley was thrown against the seat. Laurena glanced back at him and winked.
22 6 St Joseph s Run with it! Ashley s breath condensed in great clouds. He balled a fist, clasping it and smacking it with his other hand. That had been his first real slipup. Why had he punched the ball? Why, when he could have made a snatch? The midfield had been letting ball after ball through, the pressure had been mounting this half; he was tiring. He had to concentrate. Next time it could be fatal. His team-mates, in their black and yellow, were charging into the opposition half. Come on now, Kirkham! Give it all you ve got! Give it ALL YOU VE GOT! Dad raced along the touchline, waving his arms and bellowing, like a man chased by bees. What the blazes are you waiting for, Hughes? From a great ball by Trease, Hughes the human dynamo now thundered up the middle, well into the other half and still rolling. Purple-shirted opposition converged from all sides.
23 Man on, Hughes! Dad hopped and flapped. Pass it, boy. PASS the blasted thing. Too late! Another opportunity wasted. Ashley blew on his gloved hands. The moment of lost possession was a dangerous time. Now purple shirts appeared on both wings. Purple shirts burst through the middle. Outflanked and wrong-footed, Kirkham were caught on the run. Trease, his long legs striding, shouted orders to retreat. Get back, you idiots. Tackle him, somebody! From the touchline, his father yelled, hands cupped to mouth. Come on, Trease! Moffat, do your job! Ashley crouched and waited. Come on, St Joseph s! Come on! Their tall centre-forward had the ball. He had taken more than his fair share of shots this game, three of them on target and tricky to save. Thomas matched him for height, but not speed, Ian Barnett matched neither; the earlier efforts of the two defenders had not been promising. Barnett was hanging back and looking the wrong way. Go out to meet him, Barny! Ashley shooed, frantically. Go on - tackle! The attacker had options on both flanks, and four team-mates immediately behind. Ashley glanced at the boy s face. Which way was he going? He planned to take it all the way. Barny s sliding tackle was desperately half-hearted. The centre-forward ploughed on, barging Thomas aside. Ashley glued his eyes to the ball. This was one-on-one. Just a few short minutes away from a clean sweep. It s all down to you, Grant! Take the initiative. The centre-forward swerved. Too late! Make him go left! Side-stepping right, Ashley slapped his gloves and growled. Bosh! Jet-propelled, the ball curved in towards the left. He dived. Saved! Barny ran over with both thumbs up. Sorry. Thomas shrugged. He was going flat out.
24 Don t worry about it! Ashley waved him away. It s their corner. Come on, mark up! Come on! Purple shirts flooded the penalty area. Come on, Kirkham! Dad ran up towards the corner flag. Everyone back! Just a couple of minutes left. We re holding on to this one. Players pushed and jostled for space. Hughes. Ashley beckoned the centre-back. Take the far post. St Joseph s left-winger paced back for the run up. Don t let me down! yelled Dad. Ashley - I m counting on you! I know you are. The ball floated up, curving out over the players at the edge of the box. He sprinted......leapt......and clasped it with both hands. Grunting players crashed into him from all sides. He fell, folding himself around the ball. Colliding bodies tumbled on top. Blasts on the whistle had never sounded so beautiful. Played, Ash. You saved our bacon. Thomas put out his hand. Ashley slapped it. Thanks... He smiled. Just doing my job. You deserve a medal. Hughes patted him on the back. Acting over and above the cause of duty! Yeah, you did alright, said Trease. It s a shame the same can t be said for the rest. Ashley shrugged. Let s see what sir has to say. Sprawled chattering on benches, Kirkham dragged off sodden shirts and mud-caked boots. One-nil. Dad took up his favourite stance - middle of the room, arms folded. The team fell silent. Turning slowly, he eyed them one-by-one. What do we have to say about that? He fixed on Trease. We didn t deserve the win, sir. Trease lowered his eyes. We could have done a lot better. If it hadn t been for Ashley - Ah, yes! Dad cut him off. Ashley. Dad turned. Bit of a disaster, punching it away earlier. What!? What about the saves!
25 Dad glowered. Too slow off the mark. You very nearly lost us our lead. I expect better. Still... He held out his arms and turned in a gesture of embrace to the rest of the team. A rare smile brightened his face. We re through to the next round, lads. And, at the end of the day, that s what counts! Trease, well played! Rawlinson, Man of the Match for that goal. Now, get in those showers and scrub! I ll see you back on the coach. Ashley made a thumbs-up to Rawlinson. The goal had been much needed. A lucky break though, rather than something special. Or was that sour grapes? Beneath his blond fringe, Rawlinson grinned back. You did alright, Ash. Your old man s out of order.
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