As usual, Bertie was providing the commentary. “And it’s Bertie on the ball,” he yelled. “He goes past Darren – this is brilliant – he cuts inside … he must score!”THUMP!The ball whizzed over Eugene and the fence… SMASH!Bertie held his head.“You nutter!” groaned Darren. “What did you do that for?”They went to the fence and peeped through a crack. At the end of the lawn stood the Nicelys’ greenhouse. One of the windows had a gaping hole.“Yikes! Now look what you’ve done!” said Eugene.“Why didn’t you stop it?” moaned Bertie.“It was a mile over the bar – I’m not Superman!” said Eugene.“Anyway, it wasn’t a goal,” said Darren. “It’s still 2–1 to me.” “Never mind that!” said Bertie. “What are we going to DO? Mrs Nicely will go raving mad when she sees that window.”Eugene shook his head. “I told you we should have gone to the park.” Bertie didn’t think his friends grasped the seriousness of the situation.
