The World Cup “Goooooooaaaaallllllllllll!” Miguel screamed. Mama trembled into the room with a dish rag in her hand. Her appearance into the radio room was very seldom. She was either doing her hair or demanding commands. “What is wrong Miguel?” “Nothing is wrong Mama, Guillermo Stabile scored a goal! It is that simple.” Miguel replied making Mama feel dumbfounded. “Anyway,” Mama said, “I’m going to check on your brother.” It felt like Mama was giving Miguel the cold shoulder. In 1930 in Uruguay you had to be wealthy to give people the cold shoulder. Nobody poor could afford being rude they didn’t have “time”. “Antonio honey? Can you and your brother go into my room to get my brush?” Only Mama knew what was up …show more content…
“You know that man that ran by two weeks ago?” I knew it! Antonio thought. “That man is your father.”
Part 4: An Idea “Really?” The Antonio sounded. “Cool,” Miguel said. Following the cools was the scream heard around the world. “GOAL!” Miguel stood up from his chair and did a series of ChaChas. “What was that?” Antonio asked harshly. “Guillermo Stabile scored!” Miguel screamed. Then an idea popped into Miguel’s mind. Maybe I should run onto the field and shake Guillermo’s hand. He will love it! As Argentina was celebrating, Miguel stood up walked over to the end of the isle crawling over people and finally reaching the end. He took step after step and reached the rail. Right over left he hopped over the rail and hopped on the field. “Miguel stop. Don’t do it. No!” Miguel didn’t listen. He continued over to his idol. He started running then sprinting. I need to shake his ha-.
Authors Note The characters in this story were not true but I did research on a family very similar to this. I bet you are begging to know what happened to Miguel. He was shot by his own dad sadly. Anyway, I really did enjoy making this novel and I hoped you did