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2/9/15 Priory School story 13 Bali Rai http://www.balirai.co.uk/#!/home

The ball sailed through the air, ready to be walloped at just the right time. My contact was sweet and – PING! It flew into the net.

‘YES!!!!!!!!!!’ I screamed, pulling my red jersey over my head and hopping around like a crazy rabbit.

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Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 9:40

It was the best goal that I have ever scored! The other team was moaning that the goal was offside and that started an argument. Their team was shouting our team were shouting! But luckily the referee stopped the argument.

The match was cancelled by the referee. Then I went to the fish and chip shop with the team but when we got there the other team was there! So in the end the team just went home and had dinner there.

 

At the next training session the coach made us do 10 laps of the field because of the match last week.

 

Our next game we played we done really well and won 3-1 I scored all of the goals for our team. My team was really happy with me scoring all the goals my next game I was put captain!                                

 

     

 

 

Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 11:04

Boom! It was the greatest goal I ever scored. The other team kicked up a show about it because they’re losers. That night us jerseys wanted to celebrate the win so we went to the Chinese. Unfortunately the other team were there and we didn’t want a fight so we left.

Next week we were going into the champion ship. It was going to be a whole lot of harder training. I’m not sure we were that ready for this much presser but maybe with a little push we would be ready for the big match.

 

Kian king.

Tammy mcaleavey.

Greta pigagaite.

Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 12:08

My team and I celebrated with great cheer, the other team looked at us in a strange way and exclaimed, “That’s unfair it was a fail ball, and don’t show of you guys are losers!” We didn’t want to argue so we walked away trying to avoid them but no matter where we went we found them anyway. In the end we decided to go home, once we got home we found that our coach sent us an email… The e-mail said “I have arranged a party to celebrate your victory! I invited all of your friends and relatives!” Our mouths dropped, we couldn’t believe what we just read but still we thought of the other team we sat down and thought, what would they think of this? Sooner or later they will find out. It was party time all of our friends and family were here. There was food and drinks all over the place when suddenly… BANG! CRASH! BANG! Everything was ruined when the other team charged in with revenge overcoming them. We knew what they wanted. The cup. Our first golden, shiny cup. We didn’t want this to get worse so we gave them what they wanted. The cup was gone but our winning spirits were still haunting us, we continued with the party because the cup meant nothing we knew we were winners and THAT’S what mattered the most.

Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 14:07

As the party come to a close, we knew we had to stand our ground and put revenge in the loser’s way. We marched along the street, yelling and screaming, we knew that cup was ours and we were going to get it back.  It began to get gloomy but we were not scared, we would not give up even if it took a couple of attempts.  They might think that they have their own way but they haven’t got to the end of the night, not yet anyway!

As we stormed in to their coach’s apartment, booming with fury, he jumped out of his bed, lifted up his bat of willow and bashed it against the wall. Worry might conquer the unable but it will never beat us. We are unbeatable; it’s not hard to see!

The coach saw us and fell to the ground praying and begging for mercy. “We’ve come for our most prized possession you can’t take it away from us there is no pain if you just hand it over “ it is now in our cabinet fresh and shiny no one can get their filthy hands on it now !!!!!! 

Comment by Miss Errington on September 2, 2015 at 14:08

Summer rose Dowling 

Libby Cooper

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