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1、如有侵权，请联系网站删除，仅供学习与交流典范英语8-14【精品文档】第 5 页14.Pass the Ball! 传球！Chapter 1 Every Friday after school, Tommy went to Grandads house for tea. Take-away fish and chips with extra-hot curry sauce. Brilliant. Then, after theyd eaten, Grandad would get out his scrap album. He liked to talk about the old days.

2、You wouldnt believe it now, Tom, but I was a champion footballer. Did you, Grandad? Tommy would say. Tell me what happened. Tommy never tired of listening, even thought hed heard it all before. It was great. Just the two of them. But on Saturdays, things were different. Tommy got really embarrassed

3、by his grandad then. He hated the way Grandad would turn up at school football matches wearing his old team kit. Shirt, socks, boots. Worst of all, those awful, long white shorts. Yuk. Tommy hated seeing Grandads skinny, purple-veined legs sticking out. They looked horrible.Chapter 2 Cant you make h

4、im stop? Tommy asked his mum. She was folding up his goalie kit for that afternoons match. Tom, love, said his mum, you should be grateful hes not your dad. When I was your age, Grandad used to meet me and your Auntie Ruth out of school. Then hed make us dibble a football all the way home. A mile an

5、d a half of sheer torment. I still get wobbly legs just thinking about it. I wouldnt mind that, said Tommy. It would be great. Can I dribble a football all the way home on Monday? But his mum wasnt listening. She was miles away. Ooooh, she shuddered. And there was this little squirt called Trevor Da

6、vies. He used to follow us, shouting out rude rhymes. What sort of rude rhymes? asked Tommy. I cant remember now. It was a long time ago. Something about droopy knickers, I think. What was rude about droopy knickers? he wondered. Then he said, Our new team coach is called Trevor Davies. Is he thin a

7、s a whippet? asked Mum. Yes! said Tommy. How did you know? And his nephew Mike Davies is going to be our striker. Its not fair. Is Mike a good player? asked his mum. Tommy was torn for a split-second. But he wanted to be truthful, so he sighed and said, Yes. He is. Hes brilliant. Mr Davies says that

8、 one day soon , hes going to be spotted by a talent scout. Then one of the big clubs will whisk him away. An idea struck him. If Grandad was playing football now, do you think hed be famous? Maybe, said Tommys mum. But right now youve a match to play. So heros your stuff. Dont forget to put your mud

9、dy boots in the plastic bag. Oh, and its raining, so Ill drop you off at school. Grandad will be at the match. Hell bring you home afterwards. All right? Blazing bananas, thought Tommy. No it wasnt. But Grandad loved to see him play. By the time they got the school, the rain had turned to a fine dri

10、zzle. Do you think theyll cancel the game? asked Tommys mum. No chance, said Tommy. Mr Davies said that even snow wouldnt stop it. Its a dead important match. Forest Hill Juniors hammered us last time. Eight-nil. It was terrible. We cant lose this one or well be out of the League Cup. Oh, right. THA

11、T important, said his mum, ruffling his hair. She was about to give him a kiss, but he managed to embarrassment anyway. But, oh no! There was Grandad jogging towards them. He had a football under one arm. All right our Tom? he said. Get changed and well have a warm up. Grandad,growled Tommy,trying t

12、o look fierce.Everyones looking. Take no notice , said Grandad. He was touching his toes, wiggling his shouldes, doing side bends. After all,he went on. Not many lads have a grandad who nealy played for England. And dont forget that bit of advice I gave you. All good goalies watch the strikers eyes.

13、 Where a players looking, is where hes kicking. OK?Tommy sighed. Yes,Gandad. Then he sloped off to join the rest of the team. As he got closer, he could see Mike laughing and pointing at him. Your grandad hoping to join the team? sneered Mike. Tommy scowled. You leave my grandad alone. He used to be

14、 a brilliant player. Oh, yeah? snorted Mike. Whod he play for then? Tyannosauus Rovers.or was it Diplodocus Hotspurs? I suppose you think thats funny? hissed Tommy. We do lads, dont we? said Mike. He turned to Tommys team mates. Some of them sniggered. Now then. Stop that,said Mr Davies stepping in

15、quickly to calm things down. But he couldnt help smiking to himself. Tyrannosaurus Rovers? Ho,ho,ho. Billiant. Tommy glared at Mike and Mr Davies. He flet all hot and and angry. Then he emembered what his mum had sai about Mr Davies. A little squirt with eyes like fried eggs. That made Tommy feel be

16、tter. Anyway, by then the ref had come onto the pitch. He called the team captains together. They tossed a coin to see whos kick off. Forest Hill won. They decided to kick into the wind. Tommy took up his position in goal. He joggled on the spot to keep warm. He tired to catch the eye of Forest Hill

17、s striker. He was too far away. Instead he spotted his drabdad standing on the side-lines. He was talking to a short man wearing a smart raincoat. Tommy didnt know who he was, but he was smiling and shaking Grandads hand. Then Grandad pointed to Tommy and waved. He waved back.Tommy was soon too busy

18、 with the game to wonder who the stanger was. Forest Hill were on from and playing to win. In the first fifteen minutes, Tommy had to make four saves!Then it was save number five. Tommy remembered what Grandad had told him : watch the strikers eyes. See where theyre looking.Yes! Tommy dived to the r

19、ight. His feet left the ground. His fingers reached out to catch the ball. He had it safe, even though hed cracked in mud. Thanks, Grandad, he thought. Great advice! Tommy flet good.but not for long. He didnt see what happened, but Double-Decker Dolan was suddenly rolling on the ground. He was cltch

20、ing his leg. Double-Decker was built like a bus. He was also one of their best players. AND Tommys second-best mate. Mr Davies ran onto the pitich. He seemed to be arguing with the ref. His voice had gone all high and squeaky. He was jabbing his finger right under the refs nose. But it did no good.

21、Double-Decker was carried off the pitch with a sprained ankle. Tommys best mate, whom Wlgley ran on to subsitute. The ref blew his whistle and the match began again. Mike was playing really well. Tommy had to admit it. His ball control was so good, it made you want to cy. He wasnt the only one to no

22、tice Mike. The man in the smart raincoat had too. Every time Mike had the ball, hed write in his notebook. But then Mike got too confidebt. He was running backwards shoting：To me. To me. He didnt see Worm Wigley right behind him. They fell in a tangle of arms and elbows. The ref up to see what was g

23、oing on. I think Ive broken my arm, wailed Mike Its all right for you, moaned Worm thickly. I think Ive broken my nose. Itsbleeding. Ill give you “broken arm and broken nose”, screeched Mr Davies. He ran over to where they lay in a heap. You need yourheads banging together. Youre a pair of great wet

24、 jrllies. Youre uined everything. You see that man over there? Twenty-two heads turned to where Mr Davies was pointing. But the man in the smart raincoat had turned away. He was shaking his head. Hes the scout for the local League Club. Ive been wanting him to look at Mike for weeks. Now hes going a

25、way.Chapter3Mike started crying. Then he tried to stand up. I can play with a broken arm, he snivelled. No problem. Of course you cant. Suppose you were tackled. Youd end up breaking something else and then what would your mum and dad say? Mr Davies was looking harassed. Mike started crying again. W

26、hy do I have to play with such a load of idiots? Thats not fair !said Tommy. You are right there, soon, said Grandad. Hed come over to see if he could help. Just keep your nose out,said Mr Davies. Well, Trevor, said Grandad. I see youre just as rude as ever. Mr Davies sniffed and turned to Worm. And

27、 what about you, Worm.I mean William? Think you can still play? he asked. But by then, Worms mum, Patsy, had run over. She was shouting at Mr Davies. Dont you speak to my William like that! Of course he cant play. Im taking him down to the hospital. Come along. William .and dont drip blood in the ca

28、r. Now what? said Mr Davies, looking over to the side of the pitch. But there was only Paul Peakle, who never wanted to play. He looked as apiece of wet lettuce. Jumping Jehosophat! Mr Davies looked up at the sky. Just my luck. Then Tommy saw his grandad tap Mr Davies on the shoulder Oh, no! thought

29、 Tommy. Whats he going to say? All right ,Trevor? asked Grandad Whats the problem? Nothing I cant handle,said Mr Davies, trying to look as tall as possible. One lad short of a full team are you?asked Granded, with a lightning grip on the situation. Well.Mr Davies began. Are you or not ? Yes I am,sai

30、d Mr Davies, looking as if someone had just popped his balloon. Let me play, said Grandad. You must be joking, said Mr Davies. Let me play, said Grandad, and Ill have a word with the talent scout in the smart raincoat. Hes still a big fan of mine. Mr Davies looked amazed. His mouth fell open. Right,

31、said Grandad.Thats settled. But first wed better get Mike seen to. Looks like hes in pain. Thanks, whispered Mike. Youre right there!said Grandad,smiling.Now where do you lads keep the spare kit? Chapter4Tommy could have died. There was Grandad squeezed into the Junior School strip.His legs looked w

32、orse than ever. As for the shirt, it barely reached across his shoulders .Now just hold on there， said the ref,coming across to Grandad and Mr Davies.He cant play. He s a grown-up. If only ,thought Tommy. Im past being one of those,said Grandad.Im over the hill and going fast down the other side.Ill

33、 be seventy next month. Oh,go on thensaid the ref. He blew his whistle. Let me atem,said Grandad. Tommy couldnt believe his eyes. His grandad was really good. In fact, he was brilliant.Ducking and diving, dodging and weaving. His ball control was still masterly. At half-time, the score was one all.N

34、ot bad. But Tommy could see Mr Davies was worried. He was chewing his scarf. Then Tommy got the ball. He looked around. What should he do ? He saw Grandad down the field.He kicked the ball straight to Grandads feet.With only a minute to go, Grandad saw his chance. But then he came up against Forest

35、Hills sweeper. She towered over him. TerriQueen of the FoulTaylor went to tackle. But she didnt go for the ball.Instead she caught Grandad behind the knee with her boot. He was rolling on the floor, holding his knee. It was just outside the penalty area. she whipped me legs out from under me, ref. c

36、ried Grandad I never! yelled Terri. But no one believed her. The ref blew his whistle. Hell never be able to take that, thought Tommy. But Grandad leapt to his feet and placed the ball care. Seven of the Forest Hill team had made a wall in front of their goal. No one could get through that.or could

37、they? Their goalie was standing on the left. So Grandad kicked the ball with the outside of his foot. It was a great shot. It swerved over Forest Hills defenders. Bang! Straight into the top right-hand corner of the goal. It was the last kick of the game: 2-1. Grandad was a hero. The team even tried

38、 to carry him off the pitch, but he was too heavy. They had to make do with slapping his back and shouting, Come on you Grandad. Well done, said Mr Davies, pumping Grandads arm up and down till his head wobbled. I never knew you were so good. Im dead proud, Grandad, said Tommy. And he was. Theres life in the old dog yet, said Grandad. Can we dribble your football all the way home then ? said Tommy. Certainly, said Grandad and he set off. Ill be here next week, he said to Mr Davies as he passed. If you need me.