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THE CASE OF THE SOCCER CRIME
By Anthony Durrant
When the members of the Hutchison High School soccer team entered the
gym, they found a woman standing in front of a portable blackboard in
the middle of the floor. Taking a piece of chalk from a shelf under the
blackboard, she wrote the name MS. SUBAYYAH STANDISH on its surface, and
said, "My name is Ms. Subayyah Standish, and I was called here by Coach
Sawyer to substitute for him this year while he deals with his medical
issues. As this is your first time here also, I shall ask you to each
step up and tell me your names as well, so I may learn each one of
them."
And they all did, bless their hearts! They each came up to Ms. Standish
and gave her their names, which she wrote down on the blackboard. She
smiled at the team and said, "Thank you all for doing that. Now I will
lay out my plan for our first game!"
***
By the time for that first game came around, the team had their moves
down cold. As they dashed out onto the Grenville High School gym floor,
Ms. Standish sat down beside the Grenville High coach, Coach Stanley,
with the game scorebook held in her hands. When he saw that she was
holding a roster, the coach said, "Let me have a gander at that
scorebook."
But when Coach Stanley tried to take the scorebook from her, he
discovered that her arms were not only muscular, they were like wrought
iron!
"May I suggest you ask nicely first?" Ms. Standish retorted, and the
coach said, "May I PLEASE have your scorebook, Ms. Standish?"
She then handed it to him and he said, "Ms. Standish, you've entered
even numbers for your players in your scorebook, probably from a
tournament roster. This is a regular game, in which the players wear
odd-numbered uniforms. You now have seven technical fouls, one for each
of your starters' uniforms, which puts us in the lead by seven points."
"Damn and blast!" she said. "That means we will have to work extra hard
to win this game, and all because I copied the uniform numbers down from
the first roster I saw in the coach's office. Don't worry, Coach
Stanley - we'll give the fans what they crave."
And that is just what the Hutchison High School players did: following
exactly the plan laid out by Ms. Standish, the team beat their rivals by
a score of 10-5 that night.
***
During the following morning's study period, the substitute players, led
by Billy Burton, met in the library. Billy asked, "Why does Ms.
Standish have to lay out our moves so carefully beforehand?"
"She's British!" Jackie Sefton, the substitute goalie, said. "Maybe
that's how it's done in England."
"Maybe you should be cutting her a little slack!" said a voice, and the
boys looked up to see Coach Sawyer sitting at the librarian's desk.
"After my doctor recommended that I leave coaching, the principal made
me the school librarian!" he told them. "You've got to know a little
something about her: she used to be a British East Indian expert and
baronet named Maximillian Standish. Apparently she'd been visiting the
Whoogosh Bedouin tribe. When their leader learned that a mall developer
was trying to tap into a subterranean river from the site of a village
they'd bought sometime before, he had the dying Maximillian transformed
into a new incarnation of Subayyah, the Whoogosh tribe's legendary
savior and healer. She did save the Whoogosh, but now all she wants is
to have a normal life, and to live quietly and at peace."
"Don't believe him, guys!" Billy cried. "There's no way what the coach
said could be true! Ms. Standish is a perfectly normal lady."
"We certainly put a lot of time on the bench thanks to Ms, Standish's
careful planning!" Barry Morse, another player, said. "We could use
that time to do somethin' shady - ya know, do a robbery as the people
are watching the soccer game."
"Y'mean, like steal things from the principal's safe?" Jack Sullavan
asked.
"Yeah," said Billy, "just like that. Y'know, if this robbery works,
we'll be rollin' in dough in no time flat - we'll be filthy RICH!"
"But we gotta time it just right!" Jack cried. "We gotta wait for a
home game to strike."
"Then let's DO it!" Johnny Doolan cried.
"YEAHHH!" the five boys cried together.
***
The home game the substitute players were waiting for came in the middle
of the season, when the Hutchinson High team battled the West Side High
School Team. Because they were supposed to be seated on a bench by the
bleachers, nobody noticed the boys sneaking off into a hallway, and then
slowly walking toward the principal's office. Meanwhile Ms. Standish
and the West Side High coach, Coach Valerie Tremblay, were seated on a
bench in the bleachers along one side of the school's soccer field.
"C'mon! C'mon!" Coach Tremblay was shouting lustily. "Win this game
for me, you guys! I know you can do it if you try!"
"It's all very well to shout, Ms. Tremblay," Ms. Standish retorted, "but
I have my own team's moves carefully planned out beforehand. There's
little hope of a victory for you now."
"Is that right?" Coach Tremblay retorted. "Well, I don't see ya
getting' down and dirty with your guys the way I do with MINE. So,
they've got nobody to show 'em what they're doin' right, and what
they're doin' wrong, if you catch my meanin', Ms. Standish."
A referee came up to the two women.
"Your arguing has disrupted the peace!" he told them. "Therefore, I
must now ask you two ladies to leave the bleachers now."
Coach Tremblay left the bleachers biddably, but Ms. Standish was
mortified. She grabbed the referee by one hand, and lifted him off his
feet! Then she looked right into his eyes, and said as calmly as she
could:
"I have no intention of leaving these bleachers, sir: these boys are my
soccer team, and so I wish to stay and watch them win their well-
deserved victory over West Side High School!"
And so, despite several attempts to remove her from the coach's bench -
all of which failed due to Ms. Standish's great strength, which she used
to easily send her tormentors sprawling - Ms. Standish was able to watch
her team defeat West Side easily. Then she quietly got up and left the
bleachers, having led her team to a 21-17 rout this time.
***
The next day, Ms. Standish went to the staffroom to have lunch. When
she sat down at her place at the table, the principal - Mr. Richard
Capulet - was seated at the head of the table, and his face was grim.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said in a soft gentle voice, "something
terrible happened last night: someone broke into the safe in my office
- by kicking the lock with a soccer ball that was found at the scene by
the police after we called them in - and made off with the school's
monthly payroll. I cannot pay any of you until it is recovered or our
insurer reimburses us in full."
There were groans of anguish from the teachers when they heard the news.
Realizing they were upset, Ms. Standish tried to assure them.
"Something WONDERFUL happened last night!" she said. "My team won the
soccer game last night. We beat West Side by a huge margin."
Mr. Capulet stared at her as if she was mad, then the teachers burst
into a hail of laughter. Coach Sawyer turned to her and said, "Don't
you know? The referees gave you twelve technical fouls last night.
Tommy Hillerman, their best soccer player, sank the twelve free kicks
West Side earned as a result. Don't you know that if a referee asks you
to leave the bleachers, and you refuse to comply, you can incur any
number of technical fouls?"
"That's NOT how they did things at Eton!" Ms. Standish retorted. "I was
the best place kicker on the senior team there, and led my team to a
championship twice over, before I was forced from the team the next year
after turning 18 and therefore reaching my legal majority."
"Yeah, it IS different here in New York City!" Coach Sawyer replied.
"Your meticulous game plans will get you only so far with OUR boys.
You've got to get down and dirty with them, and you also have to play by
AMERICAN and not BRITISH soccer rules. THAT'S the secret of being a
good coach, Subayyah - NOT the precision playing you've been using."
***
Despite the loss to West Side High, Ms. Standish grimly led her team
through a series of amazing victories, in which her precision planning
allowed her to anticipate her rivals' moves. The insurer had replaced
the school's missing money, no trace of which was ever found. She had
no idea that her five substitute players were planning a second theft
for the night of the championship game.
"This one's gonna be a lot cooler than the other one!" Billy told the
other substitute players as they sat in the library and studied for a
math exam. "We're gonna steal the old game ball that's in Coach
Sawyer's office - the one from the game in 1962 that's gotta be worth a
million bucks! While we're stealin' the ball, my big brother Timmy, the
top kicker of Navajo High School - the division champions, who're
playing our school tonight - will knock out our goalie as a distraction
for Ms. Smartypants Standish. Trust me, guys - this caper CAN'T miss!
Ha, ha, ha!"
Not even the news that Coach Sawyer had died in surgery would keep the
boys from their latest target! The other four substitutes all raised a
cheer for Bill and shouted, "Our crime plan goes ahead tonight!"
***
Breaking into the school building was now quite easy for these young
lawbreakers. When they located the window that led to the coach's
office, they broke the glass with a well-kicked soccer ball and climbed
through the hole they'd made. Once inside the office, the five of them
crept toward the old game ball, which was encased in a transparent
plastic sphere. Billy kicked the soccer ball to Barry, who then kicked
it to Jack, who then prepared to kick it to Johnny, who ran
outside to receive the ball as it left Coach Sawyer's office. That was
when Ms. Standish entered the office, slamming the door shut after her
and then seating herself at the desk.
"Imagine barring me - ME, his own soccer coach - from the championship
game! Well, I am going to sit here and get some WORK done, rather than
go home and just mope about it. At least I was able to come up with a
plan for winning the game tonight. What a day!"
She turned on the desk lamp, and that's when she saw Billy and Barry
standing there, in her office, during the championship game itself.
"You're the ones, who took the school payroll, aren't you?" she asked.
"I thought so. And you've now taken Coach Sawyer's game ball, too,
haven't you? Why would you DO such things?"
"Because you weren't gonna use us in your preplanned soccer games!"
Barry cried. "We're all from the two schools they closed last year, so
Coach Sawyer brought us in as substitutes before he had to quit coaching
us."
Realizing that she was to blame for the boys' non-play, Ms. Standish
grabbed the two of them and held them under her left arm, while she used
her right hand to call 911 and report the theft of the game ball.
Later, as the police were taking Billy and Barry away, one of the
arresting officers turned to Ms. Standish and said, "I was a member of
the team who won that game ball, and Coach Sawyer used to be my soccer
coach. He put his heart and soul into us kids and sometimes even acted
as a substitute goaltender when our original one was knocked out or
injured. He was the best coach I ever had."
After the two boys and police officers had left, Ms. Standish hurried
back to the bleachers - only to watch in horror as Timmy Burton kicked a
shot at the regular goaltender, Nick Farnum's, head. Nick fell to the
ground and was out like a light. She rushed over to him, and felt for
his pulse; to her relief, Nick turned out to be still alive but
unconscious; she had him placed on a stretcher and carried out of the
playing area.
Then Ms. Standish hurried over to Coach Klout, the man who was leading
the other team, and asked him, "My substitute goaltender and his four
friends have been arrested for an attempt to steal Coach Sawyer's game
ball from 1962. Can you tell me where I can find another goaltender?"
"My boy Johnny is the goaltender for the West Side High School, and he's
sitting with his mom in the stands right now!" the coach replied.
"Good!" she replied. "I'll just nip up to the spot where he's sitting,
and ask him to replace Nick!"
"That would put an illegal player in the game, Ms. Standish!" Coach
Klout replied, obviously seeing a chance to win the game by forfeiture
because Ms. Standish's team had no substitute goaltender. "If you put
my boy in as a substitute goaltender, you'll have to forfeit the game.
I'm very sorry."
"Damn and blast!" she cried as she fell to her knees. "My team will
lose the big game!"
Then she remembered the police officer telling her how Coach Sawyer had
sometimes acted as a substitute goalie himself for the team. Leaping to
her feet, she rushed over to the net at the goal area for her team, and
shouted:
"Okay, everyone, listen up! The big game WILL resume, and I am going to
be the new substitute goaltender. You boys must all help me to guard
the net for Hutchison to win this game!"
The referee then blew on his whistle, and the game restarted. Standing
stolidly in front of her team's goalpost, Ms. Standish and her team
defended the net against the Navajo High players. For the rest of the
night, and through an overtime period, she and her boys played on,
finally beating the Navajo High team when one of the players kicked the
ball toward her, and she stopped it with the side of her floor, then
kicked it as hard as she could directly into the Navajo players' goal,
tearing the lace of the goal net and its frame, knocking over the
opposing goaltender for the winning goal. Looking up to the scoreboard,
she saw her team had won the game by a score of forty-one to forty!
"We - we did it!" she cried. "The Hutchison High School Team are the
new champions!"
"And YOU'RE an illegal player, Ms. Standish!" Coach Klout roared in her
direction. "And, when I prove that, your team will lose their title."
"That doesn't matter!" Ms. Standish cried. "What DOES matter is that
I've finally done the right thing, Coach Klout, and I seem to have won
the friendship of my boys at last!"
Looking up at the bleachers, Ms. Standish saw the ghost of Coach Sawyer
looking down at her. He smiled and nodded as she said, "I did it, Coach
Sawyer! I finally got down and dirty with these boys! You were right -
I WAS being too precise before, but now I've realized the error of my
ways!"
"I knew I had left my team in good hands," he replied, "now that you've
learned your lesson."
And then the Coach's ghost was gone, knowing as he did that his chosen
successor had finally realized that coaching boys involved using her
heart as well as her brainpower. The boys lifted her onto their
shoulders as everybody in the bleachers stood up and cheered.
"How does it feel to be the hero, Coach?" Jerry Maren, the youngest
Hutchison High player, asked Ms. Standish, and she replied, "It feels
wonderful, Jerry - simply WONDERFUL!"
***
The next day was the last day of classes before the school let out for
the summer. As a sort of apology for her past behavior, Ms. Standish
took her boys out for lunch on the last day. It was there that one of
the referees from the championship game saw her and gave her the ball
from the previous night's game.
After Ms. Standish thanked the lady, she asked her, "Will Coach Klout
succeed in his petition to have the game thrown out?"
"It's certainly possible!" she said. "Despite the fact that you helped
your team win the game, you're still an illegal player, because you're
technically too old to be on the team."
Bobby Bonds, the Hutchison High team's best place-kicker, who had been
in the washroom, came running up to the team's table, where they were
still eating their chicken dinner, and shouted, "Coach Klout's challenge
just failed, Coach Standish! I just got a message saying that the
Soccer League let the game stand; because they knew there was nothing
else you could've done to win the game!"
"Thank goodness!" Ms. Standish cried happily.
THE END
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