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Victory! Victory!!!!! We won one-nil.

It was a close match considering we were playing such a bunch of wets. One of their team blubbed when I accidentally hit her on the shin with my stick. I wonder if all the times I have been savaged by Angus have made’me immune to pain? Anyway, it was a nil draw until the last few minutes. I raced up the wing and found myself in the opposition’s penalty area. The Ace Crew were going, “Georgia Georgia!!” And then our so-called captain Wet Lindsay shouted from the left side, “Pass it to me, number eight!”

You know like in the movies when everything slows down and it’s in slow motion? Well, I had that. I saw Owlie’s face and her thin stupid legs and I thought, Hahahahahahaha! (Only really, really slowly.)

I kept the ball myself and raced for goal with it. I dribbled past one opposition player, then another. Tripped. Picked myself up, nipped the ball through someone’s legs. The crowd were cheering me on. They were going BERSERK!! Then there was the goalkeeper. Good grief, she was a giant!!! But I feinted to one side of her and got past. Then there was just the open goal. I whacked the ball and scored!!!…just as Lindsay tackled me savagely from behind.