A Different Game
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A Different Game
A Different Game
SYLVIA OLSEN
ORCA BOOK PUBLISHERS
The building and totem poles pictured on the cover of A Different Game are artist’s renderings of Tseshaht structures and totems in Port Alberni, British Columbia.
Text copyright © 2010 Sylvia Olsen
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Olsen, Sylvia, 1955-
A different game / written by Sylvia Olsen.
(Orca young readers)
ISBN 978-1-55469-169-2
I. Title. II. Series: Orca young readers
PS8579.L728D53 2010 jC813’.6 C2009-906856-7
First published in the United States, 2010
Library of Congress Control Number: 2009940906
Summary: In this sequel to Murphy and Mousetrap, Murphy and his three friends are nervous about trying out for the soccer team at their new school, but a diagnosis of leukemia proves more challenging than anything they encounter on the field.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
Typesetting by Bruce Collins
Cover artwork by Ken Dewar
Author photo by Rob Campbell Photography
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Dedicated to Amory,
who played a different game and won
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Murphy gets to the field late. The other boys are already there—all three of them. He joins their huddle near the bleachers, catching his breath.
“It’s about time,” Albert says. He slaps Murphy on the back.
“Yeah, Murph, we’ve been waiting for you,” Jeff says. He leans into the circle and frowns at Murphy. Jeff is serious about everything. But he’s not the only one who’s serious about soccer. Murphy hadn’t meant to be late. It’s just that Mom makes him do chores before he plays in the morning. “We’ve got to practice hard,” Jeff continues. “We’re going to show Riverside Middle School that the best soccer players come from the Long Inlet Tribal School.”
Albert pounds his chest. “They ain’t seen nothing yet,” he says. “All four of us are going to make the team.”
Murphy is excited about going to middle school. Especially about trying out for the soccer team. But deep inside he has a few niggling fears. He liked the Long Inlet Tribal School, even though he’d only been there for one year. He knew everyone at the school. Half of them were related to him. He liked the way Mom came to the school and helped make lunch for all the kids. They always had great stuff like tacos and spaghetti.
At Riverside, Murphy will have to get up early and catch a bus—every morning. And Jeff, Albert and Danny are the only three guys he will know at the new school. There will be at least a couple of hundred kids who will be complete strangers. Mom says once he gets to middle school he’ll be making his own lunch in the morning, so he better get used to eating sandwiches. Murphy doesn’t like the sound of that at all.
When it comes right down to it, the only thing Murphy likes about going to Riverside is the soccer team. And then again, that is the worst problem of all.
The boys from the tribal school are at a big disadvantage, and Murphy knows it. First of all, they’re only in grade seven and most of the middle-school team are going to be in grade eight. Second of all, the other grade sevens trying out for the team will already have been in the school. The coach already knows them; he’ll surely pick a kid he knows over one from the tribal school.
“Uncle Rudy says we’re the best grade-seven players ever to go to Riverside,” Jeff says.
“Let’s hear it for Uncle!” Albert high-steps and slaps his knees. Murphy doesn’t think Rudy is Jeff’s uncle, but on the reserve everyone seems to be related to one another. It’s easier just to call any older man Uncle and any older woman Auntie; that way you don’t offend anyone. “He made the Riverside team, and now he’s a soccer superstar. If he can do it, we can do it,” says Albert.
Just a couple of years ago, Uncle Rudy played for the Canadian World Cup soccer team, which makes him about the most famous guy ever to come from Long Inlet Reserve. A lot of people, including Murphy, put it down to the fact that he broke into the Riverview lineup in grade seven.
“But that doesn’t mean we’ve got it made,” Danny says. “It means we have to show our stuff. Especially if all four of us are going to make the starting lineup.”
“Come on then. If we’re going to show our stuff, we better get our stuff together,” Murphy says. “Cut the talk. Let’s do something.”
The boys take their spots on the field—Albert at center, Danny at offense, Jeff at defense and Murphy in the goal. They play half a field until Levi and Haywire arrive. It’s not long before enough boys show up so they can play five a side.
Most of the boys are only going into grade six, and a few of the others aren’t serious soccer players. It’s just the four of them—Albert, Danny, Jeff and Murphy—who will be attending Riverside and trying out for the team. That’s the reason there’s a soccer game every day throughout the summer—to get ready. Younger boys and even non-soccer players come out to help prepare the grade sevens for the September tryouts. It’s been a Long Inlet tradition ever since Uncle Rudy made the team.
Sometimes one player from the reserve gets picked for the Riverside starting lineup, rarely two, but never four. But like Uncle Rudy says, there’s never been such a pool of Long Inlet grade-seven talent heading to middle school.
“You go, Albert,” Haywire shouts. “You’re the best since Uncle Rudy. Riverside’s not going to know what hit them.”
Haywire might be right. Even Uncle Rudy says as much—maybe not right out loud, but it’s easy to tell that Uncle Rudy is amazed at Albert’s skill. It’s no secret. All the boys, and pretty much everyone else on the Long Inlet Reserve, know that Albert is the best young soccer player they have ever seen.
Levi passes to Albert. Albert takes the ball as if he’s got a magnet in his foot. He dribbles it around Haywire like the guy is standing still. He dekes around Jeff, making him look like he’s sitting on his heels, and charges straight for Murphy, who’s crouched and ready. Albert aligns his body. At first it looks as if he’s going to drill the ball high and directly at Murphy. Murphy’s all set—legs bent, eyes on the ball, hands up. Then, at the last split second, Albert shifts his weigh
t, fakes Murphy out and slams the ball into the back of the net.
“Jeez, Murph, where were you?” he shouts, and then he laughs.
Albert runs to Murphy as he’s picking up the ball.
“High five,” Albert says, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Forget it,” Murphy says. “You’re looking at the starting keeper. Try that again and see how good you are.”
Albert dribbles back to center field.
“That won’t happen next time,” Murphy hollers.
Danny does a four-finger whistle, and the game starts again.
Levi lets a shot go, and Connor tries one, but they don’t have a chance. Murphy is good. Really good.
He gets in front of the ball, hits it, traps it, blocks it— whatever it takes, Murphy does it. He is on his game, and it feels good. The Riverside coach can’t possibly overlook him. But, in the back of his mind, he knows the goalie position is the hardest position to take, especially if the coach already has someone in mind.
“Look out, Murph,” Jeff hollers. “Here comes Albert.”
This time Albert takes a shot toward the top left-hand corner of the net. He knows it’s Murphy’s weak spot. For some reason Murphy’s left leg has slower reflexes than his right. The whole left side of his body seems to lack the lightning-fast responses that he can count on from his right side.
It’s not as if Murphy is slow on his left side—not compared to other boys. But he can feel a slight lag time in his muscles. The only other person who knows about Murphy’s right/left difference is Albert. And when Albert knows a player has a weakness, he makes sure he uses that weakness to his advantage.
“Nice try,” Albert shouts.
“Nice shot,” Murphy shouts back.
Albert is fast, and he’s tough. In the winter, when Murphy first started playing soccer with the boys, he thought Albert just blasted his way to being a good player. Bull strength—bigger is better—was what Murphy thought of as Albert’s style.
But since the tournament in the spring, when the Long Inlet Buckskins went to Victoria to the Easter tournament—the biggest soccer tournament on the Island—and won the trophy, Murphy has come to know a few other things about Albert: he is smart; his eye doesn’t miss a thing; and he plays your weaknesses.
Before the Easter tournament, when Uncle Rudy asked the team what part of the body was most important to a good soccer player, Albert had been the first one to shout an answer. “Muscle,” he said, flexing his arms. Danny said legs. Jeff said feet.
“No, think about it,” Uncle Rudy said, pointing to his head.
That’s when Murphy figured it out. “The brain,” he said.
“You got it right, Murph,” Uncle Rudy said. “And don’t you boys forget it. A soccer player has to use his head first.”
But smart wasn’t something Murphy would have called Albert. Not until recently. Now Albert is sharp.
He watches all the players. He knows what they’re good at and what they’re not so good at. No matter how hard Murphy tries to compensate for his slower left side, he doesn’t fool Albert.
The ball sails right past Murphy. No higher than his head, but just out of reach and faster than he can respond to.
“You go, Albert,” Connor hollers.
“Woooowwww, nice shot,” Haywire shouts.
“You’re going to blow those middle-school coaches away,” Jeff says. “Albert Adams, the new starting center for the Riverside Strikers, coming right up.”
One more thing about Albert. He inspires other players. He’s a hero to younger boys like Haywire. They dream that one day they will play like Albert, but for now they are happy to feed him the ball and cheer him on.
Chapter Two
Wednesday is Uncle Rudy’s day off. So by 10:00 am, he’s at the field waiting for the boys to show up.
“How’s it been going?” he asks Jeff and Murphy when they arrive at the bleachers. “Have you guys been running? Are you doing the drills I gave you last week? Are you working on your squats?” He points at Murphy.
“Yeah,” Murphy says. “Most days.”
“Most days aren’t good enough, Nephew.” Uncle Rudy cuffs Murphy good-naturedly on his shoulder.
“Every day. Nothing less than every day. Dedication makes a good athlete.”
“Okay, okay,” Murphy says.
He knows Uncle Rudy is right, but Murphy would rather play a game than do the exercises. It’s the same with the other boys.
“That’s why I’m here on Wednesdays,” Uncle Rudy says when a few more boys arrive. “It’s a workday. Drills, running, drills, running—we are going to make superstars out of each and every one of you.”
He matches the boys up in pairs and leads them through agility and ball-handling drills. They do strength exercises and even some yoga. The first time Uncle Rudy had the team do a yoga breathing exercise, the boys laughed at him. But after a few weeks of doing yoga stretches, Murphy could tell the difference. Those weird moves make him feel two inches taller and way more limber.
Uncle Rudy works the boys in small groups and individually. It isn’t until after they have a break and eat oranges, which Uncle Rudy always brings, that he leads them in a game.
He makes sure Albert and Murphy are never on the same team. That way Murphy gets to experience trying to save Albert’s shots. If it weren’t for Albert,
Murphy would never have become such a good goalie. Albert’s skills have made Murphy faster, tougher and smarter. And for that he is thankful.
And besides, Albert is the only player who works Murphy’s left side.
Uncle Rudy runs the sidelines hollering at the boys.
“Think about it, Jeff. Anticipate.”
He watches each one of the players.
“Don’t just give it to Albert, Connor. Make him work for it.”
He doesn’t criticize, but Uncle Rudy doesn’t believe in praising everyone all the time either.
“Albert, Danny’s all over your fancy footwork.
Let’s see some smooth, solid ball control.”
After Rudy blows the whistle, he sits on the bleachers, and the boys gather around on the grass.
“We’re making good progress. But I’m not here to blow sunshine in your face. I’m here to push you to get better. You are all good players, and every one of you can get better. It’s like the soccer field is on an uphill slope. You are heading up—always, always up.
Improving, improving, improving.”
The boys nod their heads.
“Come on,” Rudy says. “I’m looking for some more enthusiasm. Which one of you wants to stay as good as you are today for the rest of your life?”
Haywire tosses up his hand for a second until everyone starts to laugh at him.
“Really?” Uncle Rudy laughs.
“I want to be better?” Haywire says it like it’s a question.
“Right on—you figured it out.” Uncle Rudy nods his head. “You are better this week than you were last week, and if you do your drills and run, you’ll be even better next week. Carry on like this, and who knows how great you will be in the future.”
“Right on.”
“We’ll do it.”
“Yeah.”
The boys clap their hands and slap each other on the back.
“You grade sevens only have three weeks before school starts. That means there’s not much time to work on your game. I want all you other boys to help them out. This is a team effort. And”—he points his finger at Albert, then Jeff, then Danny, then Murphy—“you and you and you and you are going to make us proud.
You are the best lineup I’ve seen heading up to Riverside since I was in grade seven.”
“Yeah right,” Murphy says. “You told us only one guy made the team that year and that was you.”
“But I forgot to say I was as good as all four of you put together.” Uncle Rudy laughs and then says, “Seriously, you guys, I’ve got to tell you. I don’t think I was as good as any one of you.
And that’s the truth.”
The boys stand up.
“We’ve got one rule, and what is it?” Uncle Rudy hollers.
“Give ’er all you’ve got!” the boys shout together.
“And?” Uncle Rudy shouts.
“Get ’er done!” they shout louder.
“What’s the rule?” Uncle Rudy hollers again.
“Give ’er all you’ve got!” the boys reply.
“And?” Uncle Rudy shouts.
“Get ’er done!” everyone shouts in unison.
The boys gather in a huddle and put their hands in the middle like spokes on a wheel and shout:
What’s our name? Yeah!
What’s our name? Yeah!
Get ’er done and win the game!
Gooooooo, Buckskins!
They head back onto the field and take their places.
“Twenty minutes to show your stuff,” Uncle Rudy shouts. He blows the whistle, and the game starts again. “Every play, every minute counts.”
The boys are tired and hot. It’s been a long practice. But with Uncle Rudy on the sidelines, they all try their best. Especially Murphy. He makes sure no one, not even Albert, gets another goal.
The next three weeks scoot by like they’re just a couple of days. Murphy wishes there was more time. He wants to work on some of his moves. Mostly he wants to work on his confidence. He’s only been playing soccer for seven months or so, while the other boys have been playing since they could walk. Everyone plays soccer on the reserve. Little kids look like they have soccer balls attached to the ends of their feet. Murphy was more interested in computers right up until he and his mom moved to Long Inlet.