It's Saturday morning. Rain, hail or sunshine, I get up early, and get dressed in my rugby league gear: black shorts, green-and-yellow socks, and a bright yellow jersey with green stripes and a big black number 10 on the back.
"Your jersey number 10," said 1 Mum, "but you're my number one!" I 2 get to the grounds, and can’t 3 wait to play. Mum whispers in my 4 ear. "Watch the ball all the
time 5, son." The whistle blows. The other guys kick the ball. we 6 all run towards it. I hear my7 Mum's voice. "The ball, Te Hiko – get 8 the ball!" Where is it? I run. There it is! Then I 9 hear my Mum's voice! "Grab the ball 10, son. Go!" I pick it up and run. Mum calls out, "Hold on to 11 the ball, Te Hiko!" I try to 12 pass it to my mates, but their 13 in the way. I tuck it in 14 my arm and run for the tryline 15. Oops! I'm tackled, and I crash to the 16 ground. I've lost the ball. I 17 scramble to my feet. I've had enough. But Mum's voice is 18 in the air, "Get the ball, !" son 19. There it is! I grab it and 20 run. Suddenly the goal line disappears. I can't hear my Mum any 21 more. I crash to the ground 22. And \then the whistle blows. Too hard 23 to score. I've blown it again. I look around for Mum. And there 24 she is, all smiles. It's just a 25 announced that I'm player of the ! day 26 She gives me a big hug. " and say’s 27 you, son," she says. "I told you 28 you're my number one!"