8-17 Doughnut Dilemma 炸面圈的两难处境
Written by Margaret and illustrated by Scoular Anderson
Chapter1
Danny MacDonald lived for football.
He played it, watched it, talked and dreamed about it. It was his best lesson at school and his favourite game at break. At home lie kicked a football around the garden, and at the park he got together with his friends for a kickabout.
You want to know if he was any good at football? He wasn’t brilliant, but he wasn’t bad. Sometimes he was on the school under-twelves team, and sometimes he wasn’t.
When he was, he pretended he was playing for Lowgate United.
Danny had the Lowgate home strip and the away strip. He also had the scarf, the pyjamas, the duvet cover, the notebook, the socks, and four walls full of posters breakaway歌词.
Hbig apple强调句练习is favourite poster, on his bedroom door, was a shot of Keith Connolly belting in a winner
Keith Connolly was Lowgate’s captain and their star striker. When he joined them, they shot into the Premier League. He could make stunning goals out of nothing. He could whack a ball into the net with his left foot from inside his own half奥运会的知识.
Chapter 2
One day in January, after school, Danny hurried through his homework. He wanted to watch TV. Keith
Connolly was doing an interview on the local news programme.
Danny hoped that the television wouldn't go fuzzy or lo the sound when Keith Connolly was talking. It was an old t, and it did things like that.雅思英语词汇
It buzzed and flickered a bit, but at last Keith Connolly's smiling face appeared on the screen.
‘What I really like about playing for Lowgate,’he said, ‘is the fans. They’re the best. They always turn out for us. It’s fantastic running on to the pitch to all that cheering and chanting.’
nasa marsDanny wished he could be in that crowd at Jam Street, the Lowgate ground, but the price of a single ticket was way above anything he could afford.
There was no chance of the whole family going, or even just Danny and Gareth, his little brother.
‘You won again on Saturday,’said the reporter. ‘Did the team go out to celebrate?’
‘We went for a meal together,’ said Keith Connolly, ‘but I have to be careful about what I eat, becau I want to stay fit. I love doughnuts…’
Then the sound went fuzzy, and Danny jumped up and thumped the top of the t to make it come on again.
He hadn't misd much. But he had misd something important.
Keith Connolly had been saying, ‘…but I’m not allowed to eat doughnuts.’仰慕者
Danny hadn’t heard that hit. All he heard was Keith Connolly loved doughnuts. And at the end of Danny’s street was a bakery. It sold the biggest, stickiest, jammiest gooey doughnuts ever made.
Chapter 3
When Danny went to bed, he lay wide-awake under his Lowgate duvet, making plans. He had to find a way of getting tho doughnuts to Keith Connolly.
In his hou on the other side of the city, Keith Connolly was lying awake, too, under his Lowgate duvet. He was thinking of doughnuts. He wasn’automobilet happy.
He wished he hadn’t said anything on TV about doughnuts. Now,however hard he tried, stop thinking about them . Enormous gooey, sticky doughnuts, oozing with strawberry jam.
But you can’t be a stop striker and eat doughnuts.
The team lived on chicken, fish, vegetables, pasta, and fresh fruit. Doughnuts were made of all the things they mustn’t eat –He groaned, pulled the duvet over his head, and tried to sleep.
Danny knew that doughnuts had to be eaten fresh. You can’英语四级分数线t nd them in the post.If he was going to get doughnuts to Keith Connolly,he would have to deliver them.He’d meet Keith Connolly face to face!
He didnchiefexecutiveofficer’t knew where Keith Connolly lived,so he couldn’t take them to his hou. And nobody was allowed near the team at training ssions.
He’d have to go to ground on a match day, get to players’ dressing room,and hand them to Keith Connolly himlf. He wasn’t going to leave them with a curity guard .He might forget about them,or scoff them with his coffee.
There were two problems.
Firstly,to get into the ground,he’d need a match ticket.He added it all up.If he ud his Ch
ristmas money, saved his pocket money,and got paid for washing the car and walking next door’s Great Dane, he could rai enough for a ticket.He would also have enough for the bus fare,and the doughnuts. The cond was harder.
Getting inside the players’ changing room at Jam Street was like breaking into a rock.There were curity guards, and a dog that looked like its mother was a wolf and its father was a dinosaur. Danny would have to work out how to get past that lot.
