Wild Card (Barber Game Time Books) - Softcover

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Barber, Tiki; Barber, Ronde

 
9781416968597: Wild Card (Barber Game Time Books)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1416968598 ISBN 13: 9781416968597
Verlag: A Paula Wiseman Book/Beach Lane Books, 2012

Inhaltsangabe

From NFL superstars Tiki and Ronde Barber, a story of teamwork and determination—in the classroom as well as on the field.

The eighth-grade season couldn’t be going better for the Barbers’ team, the Hidden Valley Egales. Everything is off to a strong start—until one of the key players on the team is benched for academic probation. Without good grades there is no playing time. No exceptions. Ever. Will the team’s hopes for the season be demolished, or can they find a way to help their teammate get his grades up? Fortunately for the Barber brothers, it turns out that the team that plays together can study together too.

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Tiki Barber is a record-holding retired running back for the New York Giants. He married and is the father of four children.

Ronde Barber is a record-holding cornerback who retired after fifteen seasons with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. He is one of only two cornerbacks selected to the Pro Bowl five times. He is married with two daughters.

Paul Mantell is the author of more than 100 books for young readers, including books in the Hardy Boys and Matt Christopher series.

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Wild Card
CHAPTER ONE
SAVING THE DAY

“THEY’RE GOING LONG, RONDE!”

Ronde Barber heard the warning, shouted by his twin brother, Tiki, from the sidelines.

Like he didn’t know. He was already backpedaling as Harrison Hochberg, star receiver for the Jefferson Junior High Panthers, ran straight at him.

Hochberg’s red number 99, outlined in bright yellow, stood out from the black of his Jefferson Panthers jersey. 99—as in “miles per hour.” Ronde knew he had to keep pace, because this kid was fast. Really fast.

Was he going to deke first, or would he just put it into high gear as he got by Ronde? To stay with his man, Ronde would have to guess, and guess right.

Just like that, Hochberg’s eyes flicked back toward the line of scrimmage for an instant. Most cornerbacks would have taken it as a signal that the ball was about to be thrown.

But Ronde was too smart for that. He knew it was third and long, with only ten minutes left in the game. He knew that the Panthers, with only a two-point lead, would be looking for a big gainer.

He didn’t jump at the bait, and when the receiver kicked it into high gear, Ronde stayed with him step for step.

He didn’t look back for the ball—not yet. He remembered Coach Wheeler saying, during one of their team video sessions, “You can’t keep up with someone fast if you’re looking behind you.”

Ronde kept his eyes squarely on number 99. He waited till Hochberg turned his head to find the ball. When the receiver’s eyes grew as wide as saucers, Ronde finally turned, knowing the ball was about to arrive.

His hands and the receiver’s hands reached out together. There was the ball! Ronde reached even higher . . .

Suddenly his feet were caught up with the feet of the receiver! They both went down in a heap, tumbling over and over each other.

“Interference!” number 99 yelled, getting back up and pointing at Ronde as he hopped up and down in frustration.

“No way!” Ronde said. “I was going for the ball!”

But the bright yellow flag was already sailing through the air, the whistle was blowing, and the ref was pointing straight at Ronde.

“It was incidental contact!” Coach Wheeler yelled from the Eagles’ sideline. “No foul!”

Of course, it didn’t matter what Coach Wheeler, or Ronde, or any of the Eagles said. The ref was the law, and he was motioning to the kids with the chains to come fifteen yards downfield.

“First down, Panthers!” the ref said. He blew his whistle again, and pointed to the Eagles’ end zone.

Ronde sniffed back the hurt and bit his lip hard. It was so unfair! He’d known what was coming, he’d played it perfectly—and how did he get rewarded? With a flag!

“Come on, come on!” shouted Mr. Pellugi, the defensive coach. “Get back in the game, Barber!”

Ronde jogged back to the huddle, but his heart was still out on the field, where it had just been stomped on by the ref.

“Bad call, yo,” said Bill Reeves, the Eagles’ other corner, patting Ronde on the back. “Never mind. Let’s stiff ’em now.”

Ronde nodded, shaking off his emotions. It didn’t matter how bad he felt. He had a job to do, and he meant to do it, no matter what.

He watched his man line up, and thought, I’m gonna bump him right out of this play.

But the Panthers’ receiver never came past the line of scrimmage. Instead he waited until the quarterback faked a handoff, then rolled out. Hochberg got into blocking stance and came straight at Ronde.

Now the tables were turned. Ronde tried to avoid the hit, get by his man, and reach the quarterback. But just as he was about to make a tackle, he was slammed to the ground with a hard hit from his right!

He was still lying there when the roar went up from the Panthers and their fans.

TOUCHDOWN!

Ronde just lay there for a minute, panting. He was in pain, but his pride was hurt worse than his body. Now the Eagles were behind by nine points—30–21—with less than ten minutes left to play, in a game they had to win!

The truth was, they were all must-win games from here on out. The Eagles had already lost twice this season—in the first two games. One more defeat and it would take a stroke of incredible luck to get them into the play-offs.

If they wound up missing out on the postseason, it would be the first time in seven years that a Hidden Valley Junior High team didn’t make the play-offs.

The shame of it would be hard to bear, Ronde thought, dragging himself over to the sideline and practically falling onto the Eagles’ bench.

“Get back out there, Barber,” Coach Wheeler barked at him. “Kickoff’s coming. Or are you too out of breath to return it?”

“No, no, I’m okay,” Ronde assured him, forcing himself to get back up off the bench and into the game.

“’Cause I can get someone else to run back the kickoff . . .”

“I’m going! I’m going!” He swallowed hard. “Coach, I didn’t—”

“I know you didn’t foul him, Ronde,” Coach Wheeler said. “But that’s how it goes sometimes. You don’t always get the breaks.”

Ronde sighed, and nodded. He knew it was true.

“But, hey—on this team we pick each other up,” Wheeler said. “Keep the faith, son. Let’s get us a win here.”

Tiki came up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, no worries, Ronde. We’re gonna pull this one out. You’ll see.”

Ronde looked back at his twin. It was the same face he saw in the mirror every day—they were so identical it was hard even for their close friends to tell them apart.

But there was a difference right now. There was hope in Tiki’s eyes. Ronde had never felt more defeated in his life.

“Come on, man, give me the handshake.” Tiki held out his hand, waiting for the secret ritual shake they’d made up over the course of the season.

Ronde just sighed.

“Come on, come on!” Tiki demanded. “No time for losing!”

Ronde nodded. Tiki was right. There were still nearly ten minutes left. Plenty of time to make up for that penalty—plenty.

“Go get ’em!” Tiki told him as they gripped fingers, tapped knuckles, then snapped their fingers twice before slapping five low, then high.

Ronde ran back out onto the field, buckling the chin strap of his helmet. He waited for the kickoff, ready to do something to turn the game around. Tiki’s right, he told himself. We can still win this thing. And we will.

Up went the kick, low and end-over-end. It hit the ground, then bounced off to the left, far away from Ronde. He ran after it in a panic, and got hold of it just in time to get piled on by the entire Panthers kicking squad.

“Great. Just great,” Ronde muttered to himself as he trotted slowly back to the bench. The ball was spotted at their own fifteen—a long way from the end zone.

Now the Eagles lined up on offense, and Ronde tried to catch his breath on the bench.

All day the favored 5–2 Eagles had been...

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Verlag
A Paula Wiseman Book/Beach Lane Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2012
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1416968598
ISBN 13 
9781416968597
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