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The Green Giants wandered off and Bunky glared at me. ‘What in the name of unkeelness was that all about?’ he cried.

‘What are you afraid of, Bunky?’ I said, pretending it was no big deal. ‘I thought you were the best footballer in Mogden School!’

‘I spose that IS true,’ said Bunky.

‘But we don’t even have a team,’ warbled Stuart.

‘Well then,’ I said, still trying to make up for looking like a loser three minutes earlier. ‘We’d better make one!’

Bunky stroked the bit of his face where his beard’ll be when he’s older. ‘Hmm, let me see,’ he said. ‘I’d be up front, of keelse. Darren, you can go in midfield. Shazza and Stuart in defence and Gordon in goal.’

‘Wait a millisecond,’ I said. ‘What about me and Nancy?’

‘Leave me out of this,’ said Nancy, not even looking up from her book.

‘You don’t want to play do you, Barry?’ asked Bunky.

Darren cracked open another Fronkle. ‘Yeah Loser,’ he said. ‘You’re rubbish at football!’

‘No I’m not!’ I said, even though it was true. I scratched my head, and my brain wriggled inside its skull, immedikeely coming up with one of its amazekeel ideas.

‘I’ve got it!’ I cried. ‘I can be your football coach!’