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the shot – 4–0!A brilliant solo effort from Ali Patel, and there’s surely no way back for Charlton now.
    Marek was shouting, and so was Keira. Sam had her head in her hands on the touchline, and Roddy knew this game was as good as over. He only hoped that Moore were losing, too.
    This is a very poor performance from Charlton, they’re playing like complete strangers. There’s still time for more goals from Banks, and … oh! Eddie Walton has just unleashed one from 30 yards that’s gone whistling into the back of the net! 5–0, and the ref blows to put Charlton out of their misery. The wheels have really come off Charlton’s title bid today, and it’s going to take a miracle for them to regain their confidence for the showdown with Moore.
    The Charlton team trudged despondently off the pitch. Nobody even bothered to waitfor Sam in the team-talk room, they just wanted to get showered and away from each other.
    Roddy was annoyed with himself for not passing to Geno in time during the second half. But it was by no means certain Geno would have scored, even if he had collected the ball. Hitting the woodwork was the closest the striker had come to scoring in the whole match, and his lack of goals wasn’t
all
down to bad passing. Geno was off form, and Roddy couldn’t find the net, either. The whole team was falling apart. With the title decider against Moore only two weeks away, it was going to take something major to turn things around, and for the life of him, Roddy couldn’t think what to do.

6. A Welcome Surprise
    A foul mood had descended on the Charlton team since the Banks match, made even worse by the news that Moore had beaten Stiles 3–1 and moved above Charlton in the first-year cup table. Even a draw wouldn’t be good enough now; Charlton needed to win their last match to clinch the title.
    The overall House Cup was also still up for grabs, and Sam summoned the team together after training the following day.
    â€œWhat do you think she wants?” asked Marek.
    â€œI dunno,” said Roddy. “She’s probably going to have a go at us for not waiting around after the Banks game!”
    Sam had taken some time out to come down and speak to everyone, so she must have thought it was pretty urgent. “I’ll keep it quick, because I’ve got to get back,” she said. “First, I’m not happy about the way you behaved after your last match, but the fact that you’ve all turned up today shows me you haven’t gone completely off the rails. Now, as I’m sure you know, my year has got a match later this afternoon, and while most of you will turn up and support anyway, I want
all
of you there. You’ll be able to see some of our senior skills, and of course your support will help spur us on at such an important time. We’re second in our league, and need the win to give ourselves a chance of pipping Banks to the senior girls’ title. But the main reason I want you there is to try and get some team spirit back. So come along and cheer on your house. This is
not
optional.”
    The team mumbled their agreement, and Sam hurried away. With a match to look forward to after school was over, Roddy’s day flew by, and he hoped everyone else felt the same.
    Banks were in the lead in the senior girls’ competition, thanks mainly to their rocksolid defence and methodical approach to the game. Sam’s side, like all Charlton teams, had a much more free-flowing attacking ethos and had scored twice as many goals as the Banks side over the year, but were let down by the number they had conceded.
    The first years turned up to watch the match with the recent arguments still fresh in their minds. Jimmy and Geno were standing quite a distance away from Marek and Roddy, and the rest of the team were bunching in similar ways. But as the match kicked off, they were all drawn together,as they followed the action up and down