典范英语8-5

THEBIGCHANCE大好时机一‘Drinkyourtea’RayMartin,thenewbossofSmalltownFootballClub,wasveryhappy.Itwasalmosthalf-timeandhisteamwerewinning1-0.Rayraceddowntothechangingroomtotalktotheteam.Elevencupsofteawerewaitingfortheplayers.Theteamjoggedin,lookingtiredbuthappy.‘Welldone,lads,’smiledRay.‘Youmustbethirsty.Drinkyourteawhileit`shot.’‘Inaminute,boss,’saidStevethecaptain.ThenRaynoticedoneplayerafteranothertakingtheircupsofteaintotheshowerroom.Whentheycamebackthecupswereempty.‘That`sfunny,’thoughtRay.‘Drinkingteaintheshower.’Stevethecaptainpickeduphiscup.Rayfollowedhim.IntheshowerroomStevewaspouringhisteadownthesink.‘What`sgoingon?’saidRay.Steveleapedintheairanddroppedhiscup.Thesoundofthesmashingcupbroughttheotherplayersrunning.‘Itwashisfault,’sobbedSteve.‘Hemademejump.’‘Whatshallwedo?’moanedNickthegoalkeeper.‘Maybewecanglueit,’saidSteve.‘Willsomebodytellmewhat`sgoingon?’saidRay.‘Whyareyoualltippingyourteadownthesink?’Nobodyspoke.‘Well?’‘Becauseit`snotverynice.’‘Whyallthefussaboutabrokencup?’‘Hilda,’whisperedsomebody.‘WhoisthisHilda?’‘Shemakesthetea,’hissedNick.‘ThenIshallgoandtellherthattheteaisnotverynice.’‘Ssh,’hissedtheteam.‘Shewillhearyou.’‘Shecertainlywillhearme,’saidRay.‘Ohdear,’saidNick.‘Fancy,’saidRay.‘Abunchofmen,scaredofalittleoldtealady.’‘Er,’saidoneplayer.‘She`snotlittle.’‘She`snotthatold,’saidanother.‘Andwe`renotscaredofher,’saidSteve.‘We`reterrified.’‘That`senough,’saidRay.‘WherewillIfindthisHilda?’‘Attheteastand,’saidNick.Raystrodetowardsthedoor.‘Goodluck,’saidsomeone.二RaymeetsHildaTheteastandwasanoldcaravan.Rayjoinedaquietqueueoffans.‘I’dlikeonecupofteaplease,withadashofmilkandnosugar,’saidabigman.‘You’llgetithowImakeitandyou’lllikeit,’boomedavoicefrominsidethecaravan.Thenextmaninthequeuealreadyhadacupoftea.‘Excuseme,’hesaidpolitely.‘Yes,’boomedthevoice.‘I’msorrytobotheryou,’continuedtheman.’Butthisteaisnotverynice.’‘Whatdidyousay?’Thecaravanbegantotremble.Thecaravanrockedandshook.Therewasagreatbangandthedoorflewoffitshinges.ThereintheholewherethedoorhadbeenstoodHilda.Sheworeagreenskirt,anapron,redbootsandajumperthatsaid,‘SmalltownF.C.’‘Hilda,’gaspedRay.Hildasteppeddownfromthecaravan,rollinguphersleeves.;Shestrodeovertotheman.‘DoyouknowwhatIdowithgreatmoaningminnieswhocomecomplainingaboutmytea?’‘I-Idon’tknow,’stammeredtheman.‘Idothis,’saidHilda.Hildagrabbedthemanandthrewhimoverhershoulder.Shemarcheddowntowardsthepitch.‘Help!’criedtheman.Hildastrodeintothegoalarea.Sheliftedthemanoverherheadandsathimonthecrossbar.‘Getmedown,’yelledtheman.Hildamarchedbacktoherteastand.‘Whatareyoulookingat?’shesaidtoonesupporter.‘Nothing.’‘Isthatcupontheflooryours?’‘I-er.’‘Putitinthebin.’Hildaclimbedbackintothecaravan.‘Right,’saidHilda.‘Anymorecomplaints?’‘IthinkI’lltalktoHildaafterthegame,’saidRaytohimself.Agroupoffanshelpedthemandownfromthegoalpost.‘Excuseme,’Rayaskedthem.‘Butiftheteaissohorrible,Whydoyoubuyit?’Oneofthefanslookeduptowardstheteastand.‘It’sOK,’hesaid.‘She’slookingtheotherway.’‘Ifyoudon’tbuyacupoftea,’whisperedanother,‘Shecomesoutandmakesyoudrinktwocups.’‘So,’saidanother,‘it’ssafertobuyacupandtipitaway.’Raylookedaround.Allovertheterraceswerepuddlesoftea.‘She’llhavetogo,’saidRaytohimself.Raywalkedbacktothechangingroom.Theplayershadjustlefttostartthesecondhalf.Insteadofwatchingthegame,Raypacedupanddown.Thegameendedina3-1winforSmalltownF.C.Astheplayerstrottedintothechangingroom,Raypattedthemontheback.‘Right,’hesaidbravely.‘I’mofftoseeHilda.’Theplayerscrowdedintotheshowerroom.Nick,thegoalkeeper,climbeduponSteve’sshoulders.Helookedoutofthewindow.‘What’sgoingon？’askedtheothers.‘He’sreachedtheteastand.’‘Yes.’‘He’stalkingtoHilda.Ohno!He’sonhiswayback.’Theplayersracedoutoftheshowerroom,leavingNickhangingontothewindowledge.‘Oi,lads,’yelledNick.‘Getmedown!’Thechangingroomdooropened.InstaggeredRay,withateaurnrammedonhishead.‘Youtoldher,then,’saidSteve,ashepulledtheurnoff.ThechangingroomdoorflewopenandHildamarchedin.‘Wheredoyouthinkyouaregoingwithmyteaurn?’Justthentherewasaterrificcrashfromtheshowerroom.Everybodyracedintotheshowerroom.Nickwaslyingonthefloor.‘Ifell,’hemoaned.‘Mylegreallyhurts.’‘Hewon’tbeabletoplaynextweek,’saidStevesadly.‘That’sthecupgameagainstCity,’saidHilda.‘ThatisallIneed,’groanedRay.‘Agoalkeeperwhocan’tmakesavesandatealadywhocan’tmaketea.’‘Whatdidyousay?’roaredHilda.Thechangingroomfellsilent.‘I…’beganRay.Suddenly,Hildagaveagreatsob.‘DoyouthinkIdon’tknowwhatgoeson?’shesighed.‘I’veseenpeopletippingtheirteaaway.I’vetriedsohardtomakeanicecupoftea.ButIjustcan’t.Italwaysgoeswrong.’ThenHildapulledherapronoverherheadandcried.TheplayershadneverseenHildacry.Itwasmorefrighteningthananyofhertempers.RayputhisarmaroundHilda’sshoulder.‘I’msorry,’hesaid.‘Ishouldneverhavesaidanythingaboutyourtea.’‘Butit’strue,’wailedHilda‘WhatcanIdotomakeituptoyou?’askedRay.Hildaslowlylettheapronfall.Alittlesmilecreptacrossherface.‘YoucouldletmeplayingoalonSaturday.’‘Impossible,’saidRay.‘Butthere’snooneelse,’saidSteve.‘I’llthinkaboutit.’saidRay.‘Thinkaboutit,’sniffedHilda.‘IfIdon’tplayonSaturday,twothingswillhappen.One,Wewillloseagai