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FREE KICK

Tom Palmer is a football fan and a writer. He never did well at school. But once he got into reading about football โ€“ in newspapers, magazines and books โ€“ he decided he wanted to be a football writer more than anything. As well as the Football Academy books, he is the author of the Football Detective series, also for Puffin Books.

Tom lives in a Yorkshire town called Todmorden with his wife and daughter. The best stadium heโ€™s visited is Real Madridโ€™s Santiago Bernabรฉu.

Find out more about Tom on his website tompalmer.co.uk

Books by Tom Palmer

Football Academy series:

BOYS UNITED

STRIKING OUT

THE REAL THING

READING THE GAME

FREE KICK

For older readers

FOOTBALL DETECTIVE: FOUL PLAY

FOOTBALL DETECTIVE: DEAD BALL

TOM PALMER

FREE KICK

Illustrated by

Brian Williamson

PUFFIN

PUFFIN BOOKS

Published by the Penguin Group

Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England

Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, USA

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Johannesburg 2196, South Africa

Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England

puffinbooks.com

First published 2009

Text copyright ยฉ Tom Palmer, 2009

Illustrations copyright ยฉ Brian Williamson, 2009

All rights reserved

The moral right of the author has been asserted

Except in the United States of America, this book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisherโ€™s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser

ISBN: 978-0-14-193196-8

For John and Kate Page

Contents

Snow

Off to London

Sing When Youโ€™re Winning

Bright Lights, Big City

Central London

Craig in Trouble

One-Match Ban

West Ham v Chelsea

Arsenal v United

The Deadly Duo

Penalties

Like Father, Not Like Son

Secret Santas

Posh Shopping

Thin Ice

Red Card

The Fan

Missing

An Announcement

Chelsea v United

Oneโ€“Nil

Two Minutes

Karaoke

Father to Son

Snow

James sat staring out of his bedroom window โ€“ desperate for it to snow.

The weather forecast had been full of warnings all day: twenty centimetres of snow on its way to northern England. But although the clouds were heavy โ€“ and the light strange โ€“ there was still nothing.

โ€˜Are you packed, James?โ€™ a loud voice came up the stairs. Dadโ€™s voice.

James looked at his bag. It was packed, his pair of shin-pads sticking out of one of the side pockets. Three daysโ€™ clothes. His football boots. A towel. Everything they were told to bring by Steve, the team manager, for a pre-Christmas tournament in London.

The under-twelves team were meeting at the United stadium that morning.

โ€˜Yeah, Dad. Iโ€™m packed,โ€™ James shouted back.

โ€˜OK. Weโ€™ll head off to the stadium in half an hour.โ€™

โ€˜All right,โ€™ James said. Then he frowned.

James Cunningham had schoolboy terms at United. He was one of the most promising under-twelves central defenders playing for a Premier League club.

His dad had played football for England in the 1980s. Heโ€™d scored the winner in a cup final. Then collected the trophy, because he was captain. And most people were sure that James had a spectacular career as a professional footballer ahead of him.

Like father, like son.

Only one person wasnโ€™t so sure about that.

And that person was James.

Over the last few weeks heโ€™d been questioning everything. And heโ€™d come up with a terrifying answer: he wasnโ€™t sure that he really wanted to be a professional footballer.

James lay on his bed and tried to remember the last month. Heโ€™d had two bad games for United. And for one game heโ€™d pretended to his dad that he was ill, so he hadnโ€™t even played.

It couldnโ€™t go on like this, and James knew it.

Something had to happen.

He sat up and stared at his wall. There were posters of his favourite footballers, posters of his favourite bands.

He sighed.

He wasnโ€™t thinking about giving up football because he didnโ€™t like it. He did. He loved football. It was just that there was something else he wanted to do even more.

James glanced at the football-shaped clock on his bedside table, a present from his dad last Christmas. It said ten past ten. He had twenty minutes before they needed to leave.

He looked outside again. And his heart leaped.

It was snowing! It was really snowing. Snowing so hard that he couldnโ€™t see the full-sized goal that his dad had had built at the end of their garden.

James left his bedroom and ran downstairs.

โ€˜Itโ€™s snowing!โ€™ he shouted. โ€˜Look at it.โ€™

Mum came out of the front room, then Dad from the kitchen with a tea towel in his massive hands.

Mum shook her head, smiling. โ€˜So it is.โ€™

โ€˜Donโ€™t be so happy about it, James,โ€™ Dad said. โ€˜This could threaten the trip. We have to get down the motorway. Two hundred miles to London. I knew we should have set off first thing.โ€™

โ€˜Do you think itโ€™ll be cancelled?โ€™ James asked, aware heโ€™d said it too excitedly โ€“ like he wanted it to be cancelled.

Dad frowned, as if sensing Jamesโ€™s real mood. โ€˜Maybeโ€ฆ No, not if we leave now. Letโ€™s get going. Make sure no oneโ€™s for pulling out. Iโ€™ve been looking forward to this trip for weeks.โ€™

Dad grabbed his jacket from the hooks in the hallway. Then he picked up his bag and snatched the car keys from the telephone table.

James realized that his

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