Friday, 29 January 2016
Week 4- The Final
I gripped the colossal bat as the fielders got ready. My hands were trembling, my team depended on me. The hat I was wearing drooped over my eyes at the worst possible moment,just when the bowler had thrown the hard white ball. I swung my brown bat aimlessly not knowing where the ball was. Even though I missed the ball I jogged round the square and back to base I hung my head,but later that day the town was cheering at me for we won. I allowed myself to be picked up into the air as I smiled.