Rob excitedly. ‘I knew it would work’ laughed Ryan behind the door. ‘Come on now lads; let’s get Rob’s bags sorted.’ Said Uncle Harold. He took the boys to Ryan’s bedroom. There were two beds in this room in case of a visitor. ‘Nice room you got Ryan’ complimented Rob. ‘Thanks’ said Ryan. ‘But one thing is totally rubbish.’ Said Rob. ‘What’s that?’ asked Ryan. ‘Just all those Manchester United posters you got.’ Said Ryan. Ryan and Rob are very talented footballers and as well as play football they also watch football. Ryan supports Manchester United and Rob supports Liverpool. Every time they meet they always argue which team is the best. By now Uncle Rob had exited the room and gone into the living room where he was watching a documentary on the world’s fastest car. The boys quickly unpacked Rob’s bags and stacked all his stuff into the tall empty cupboard in the corner of the room. The boys were quick doing this and now the whole room was tidy as well as Rob’s stuff being put away. Now they were free. ‘I challenge you to a match on FIFA 2002.’ Said Rob. ‘Oh alright let me just put the C.D I and turn the Playstation 2 on.’ Both boys had their game pads ready and were ready to play. They both chose their favourite teams and started the match. Rob wanted to beat his big headed cousin this time because normally Ryan wins. It was an exciting match and after a lot of play Rob won, 5:2. Ryan was full of shame. ‘I’ll play you again’ exclaimed Ryan. ‘Sure, anytime, any where.’ Said Rob. It looked as though the cockiness had transferred from Ryan To Rob. The match was about to get underway when Aunt Marie called ‘Come on boys the pizza will be here any minute. Ryan turned off the Playstation and both of them exited the nicely decorated room, to enter into the dining room. There Aunt Marie and Uncle Harold were paying the delivery man for the pizza. They all sat at the table and opened the extra-large box. ‘Cheese, tomatoes pepperonis and mushrooms, it doesn’t get better than this.’ Said Ryan. ‘Pepperoni and mushroom pizza, that’s dad’s favourite, excuse me.’ Said Rob sulking as he went to his bedroom. He opened his drawer and took out the shirt that his father had given him. He thought of his father while he was holding the shirt, when suddenly Rob walked in. ‘come on, please.’ Said Ryan. ‘No it is alright you lot eat without me.’ Said Rob still sulking. ‘Mum’s made your favourite sandwiches; cheese and Branson pickle. Said Ryan encouragingly. ‘Oh alright then’ said Rob.
As he entered back into the dining room a plate of sandwiches was awaiting him. After eating the all put their dishes away and Aunt Marie stood up went into the kitchen and started to wash the dishes. Rob and
Ryan took a glass of water each with them, because during the night the usually cough and so the don’t have to go downstairs and get some water. Rob took his pyjamas to the bathroom to get changed while Ryan stayed in the room and got changed. Both met a short while later wearing the pyjamas of their favourite football teams. They both lied down and Ryan shut his new red colour bedside lamp. ‘Life’s weird hey one day your as happy as can be and the next your just 100% miserable.’ Said Rob. ‘What do you think Ryan?’ asked Rob. The only reply he got was the loud snoring of Ryan. It took Rob fifteen minutes of tossing and turning o go to sleep. The next morning Rob woke up at ten o’clock, and went straight downstairs where his Uncle was having his tea and was reading the daily newspaper. ‘Has father telephoned yet Uncle’ asked Rob. ‘No, sorry, he might phone later on today. Rob went back upstairs and into the bathroom to freshen up. He brushed his teeth and then cleaned his face using soap. After he had finished he went back downstairs and saw his Uncle on the telephone. ‘Let me speak to dad’ said Rob. After a couple of minutes Uncle Harold put down the phone. ‘Why did you do that for?’ asked Rob. ‘Sorry little man, that wasn’t your father.’ Said Uncle Harold. ‘Can you please go and wake your lazy cousin up his always sleeping late?’ Asked Uncle Harold. ‘Sure Thing’ replied Rob. Going up the stairs he finally reached the bedroom, he suddenly stopped he had gained an idea. Picking up the glass of water next to Ryan’s desk lamp, he poured some on his hands and threw it onto Ryan. ‘AHHHHHHHHHHH!’ Shouted Ryan. ‘What you do that for?’ asked Ryan. ‘Just to wake you up.’ Said Rob. ‘We’ll don’t ever do that again.’ Explained Ryan. Both boys got changed out of their pyjamas and into their casual tracksuits. They went downstairs to find the smell of bacon and toasts go up their noses. They ate their breakfast when there was a knock at the door. Ryan went to attend it just to find his mate who was asking for them to come and play some football in the park. The boys exited with their friend. The phone rang and Uncle Harold Picked it up. ‘Hello Harold, I can just talk to you for a minute so listen to me and do what I say. I have been badly wounded and things are not looking good, so don’t tell this to Rob just rip that shirt I gave him, Bye.’ Said Robbie quickly. ‘Who was it’ asked Aunty Marie. ‘Robbie he told me that he was not well and to rip the shirt he gave Rob.’ Replied Uncle Harold. Uncle Harold entered the boy’s bedroom and there on the bed he found the shirt he ripped it with scissors and
left it there. When he came back downstairs Rob and Ryan were standing there. They went upstairs to change because they were going to their granny’s house now. Rob noticed the torn shirt and wondered how that had happened. He got ready and everybody sat in the car. It was ten minute drive to their grandmothers’ house and on the way Rob thought about what his father had said and about the shirt. By now Uncle Harold had parked the car and every body was out of the car and was greeted by their grandmother as she saw them coming so she went to the door. They all came in and sat in the one room that was downstairs in grandmother’s house and sat down on the new red leather sofas. The boys went into the massive garden and straight away they started to play football. Meanwhile inside the phone rang and Uncle Harold picked it up. After about two minutes later he got off the phone with the general at the army. He shut the phone. ‘ I don’t know how to say it, they were saying that Robbie is no more and that he had fell down in training and passed away.’ Said Uncle Harold. ‘I heard it all’ screamed Rob. ‘Why did this happen to me,’ He shouted. ‘But now I understand what father was saying, he was telling me that he is the shirt, when I found the shirt ripped I thought that father was dead, but now I am sure he is.’ Said Rob crying.
