Summer was on the edge of her seat.

A ‘Goal!’ screamed the crowd.
‘Noooo!’ yelled Summer, throwing her hands up in frustration.

‘Whoops,’ said Wilbur, Summer’s best friend. His hotdog had fallen out of its bun in all the excitement. He quickly picked it up and put it back as if nothing had happened.

‘Come on, Carl! Score us the winner!’ Summer called.

Summer’s older brother, Carl, was a striker for the Rockstone Robins, and today they were playing their rivals, the Clifton Cougars. Summer desperately wanted the Robins to win. The score was two-all, and time was nearly up.

‘COME ON REDS!’ Wilbur shouted enthusiastically. He turned and added quietly to Summer, ‘We are the Reds, right?’

‘We sure are!’ She chuckled. Wilbur could be a little bit vague at times.

Summer and Wilbur watched as Carl swerved past a Cougars defender and unleashed a vicious shot at goal… but the goalie dived and tipped the ball over the crossbar…

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