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About Kickers #4: Game-Day Jitters
Product Description Filled with on-the-field soccer scenes, black-and-white artwork, and sports statistics throughout, this short novel—ideal for newly independent readers, athletes, and all sports fans—follows nine-year-old Ben and his fourth-grade team, the Bobcats, as they race to the Kickers League playoffs. Ben knows he's one of the team's strongest players, but he's been struggling with the jitters. He's just freezing up on the field. Can he pull through for his teammates now that they really need him? About the Author RICH WALLACE is the author of Sports Camp, Perpetual Check, One Good Punch, Shots on Goal, a Booklist Top Ten Youth Sports Book, and Wrestling Sturbridge, an ALA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults. Visit him on the Web at RichWallaceBooks.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER ONE A Painful Memory Ben was reading at his desk when a wad of paper hit him in the chin. The paper fell to the floor and Ben turned to glare at his classmate Loop. Loop was laughing. He mouthed the word "goal" at Ben and looked away. Ben reached out with his foot and snagged the paper, sweeping it toward him. He glanced at the front of the room, but the teacher hadn't noticed anything. They were supposed to be reading silently for ten minutes. Ben picked up the paper and carefully unfolded it. He could tell that several of the kids nearby were looking at him, but Mrs. Soto seemed unaware. He flattened the paper out on his desk and read it. PREDICTED SCORES: Rabbits 2, Panthers 1 Falcons 6, Bobcats 0 Ben looked over at Loop and shook his head. "No way," he mouthed. Loop patted his chest twice and smirked. Then he nodded. He was confident and he had a right to be. The Falcons were by far the hottest soccer team in the Kickers League. But the Bobcats--Ben's team--were pretty hot, too. They'd won four out of their last five games and qualified for the play-offs. On Thursday afternoon, they'd be facing the Falcons in the semifinals. The winner of that match would play in the championship game on Saturday. Ben winced as he thought about the first game between the Bobcats and the Falcons. That had been several weeks ago. At that point in the season, the Falcons hadn't won a single game. But things started to click for them against the Bobcats, and the game turned into a rout. Loop and his teammate Alex did all the scoring in a 3-0 shutout. The memory of that game had stayed with Ben ever since. He and Loop were friendly rivals in most sports and games. Loop definitely had the upper hand lately. The Falcons had won all of their games since then, usually by big margins. Most of the players in the league thought the Falcons would end up as the champions. Not me, Ben thought. Their season ends tomorrow. "All right, class," said Mrs. Soto, standing at her desk. "Get ready for recess." "Yes!" said Loop, who was always ready to play. Ben didn't say anything, but he was relieved to be getting a break. He was a good student, but sitting still all morning made him fidgety. He couldn't wait to get outside. Loop caught up to Ben as they walked along the hallway. "What do you think of my predictions?" he asked. Ben rolled his eyes. "I agree that the Rabbits will probably beat the Panthers," he said. "But you're dreaming if you think you guys will shut us out again." "We'll see who's dreaming tomorrow," Loop replied. "We've scored twenty-four goals over the past six games, and we've only given up three. How does your team compare?" Ben did some quick addition in his head as they stepped onto the playground. In six games, the Bobcats had scored ten goals and given up nine. But if you didn't count the loss to the Falcons, the past five weeks looked pretty good. "We never score a lot of goals," Ben said, "but we score enough to win. And we're a lot better than the last time we played you." The other fourth-grade classes were already on the playground. Loop jogged over to the four-square courts. O
