D2: The Mighty Ducks

Chapter seven

"Hey team U.S.A. looking good, where's Gordon?" Tibbles asked.
"You tell us." Luis mumbled.
"I can't believe this." He whispered.
A ref skated up towards us, "Come on Team where's your coach. No coach no team."
"We have a coach. Miss. McKay!" Charlie and I yelled.
We skated towards her, "Miss. McKay we need a coach." Charlie pleaded.
"But guys I don't know how to coach hockey." She informed.
"Come on if we don't get a coach soon we will have to forfeit." I insisted.
"Come on team U.S.A." The ref looked at us.
We looked at Miss. McKay. I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. "What are you waiting for the ice to freeze!" She yelled.
We all smiled. I was sitting on the bench, in between Adam and Charlie. "Awe we look tired, we need to switch it up." She said.
"What." Charlie and I said simultaneously.
"New players." She tried again.
"Oh say line change." I smiled.
"Line change." She said.
"Scream it." I demanded.
"Line change!" She screamed.
I hopped over the wall and skated to the middle. We were about to start when I heard a duck call. I turned to see coach. "Look who finally shows up." Fulton scoffed.
"Just ignore him. Kat, take the face-off" Jesse ordered.
"All right." I agreed.
"What do we got to lose?" Averman asked.
"Respect. He'll dump us the minute it's all over." Fulton said.
"Come on in! Let's go, come on." We gave in.
"Thanks. Team. Guys. I was wrong. And I'm sorry. I forgot about the team. And the team is all I have. All I want... is another chance. Just one more shot. I'm back. Okay? Believe me. Together now." Coach said.
We ended up winning the game cause of coach. After the game we all gathered outside and sat on the benches coach had a big cardboard cutout of himself. "I've had a lot of big distractions since I've been here in L.A. This is a distraction." He held it up.
"Nice haircut, Coach." Averman joked.
"Looks familiar." Adam laughed.
"I know that guy." I smiled.
Coach grabbed a match and lit a fire inside the barrel then threw the cardboard cutout inside it. "This is a fire in a barrel. This is a distraction in a fire in a barrel. Any questions?" Coach asked.
"Good job, Coach.All right! Wooo! All right, Coach.!" We all cheered.
"We've got a lot of work to do. We've gotta study our opponents and study ourselves. We have to learn from our mistakes. You all have special skills. Now we have to refine them." Coach told us.
Coach put a video of the Iceland team. We were all practicing and helping Luis stop. By the end we were all in the locker room getting changed. "Adam I'm going to wait outside for you!" I yelled to Adam.
"Okay!" He yelled from the showers.
I walked out and set my stuff down. I realized, I forgot my skates. I walked back in to see Adam wrapping his wrist. "Adam are you okay?" I asked
"Yeah I'm fine don't worry about it." He smiled.
I sat down next to him taking his wrist in my hand, he winced. "Adam you're not okay, I'm going to tell Bombay." I got up.
He quickly grabbed my wrist, "please don't this is the only chance I have." He pleaded.
I kneeled down and grabbed his face gently "Adam, you're going to have plenty of chances, you're young." I whispered.
He looked behind me. I turned to see Gordon. "Now just think how you would play with two good wrists." Bombay said pititly
"Coach. It's just a little sore. I'm okay." Adam tried to reason with him.
"I should have spotted this sooner. Sorry, man, I wasn't doin' my job." Gordon sighed.
"Coach, I'm fine. I can play, I swear." Adam croaked.
"Okay. Here. Let's find out." He held out the hockey stick for Adam to take. Adam grabbed it with his non hurt wrist "The other hand. Now rotate it."
Adam threw the hockey stick down cause he couldn't do it. "I have to bench you." Bombay sighed.
"No! You can't do that." Adam gulped.
"Adam, you could injure yourself permanently." Bombay advised.
"You can't bench me. I gotta play. All the scouts are here watching me. This is my shot." Adam argued.
"You're young and you're gonna have plenty of shots, believe me." Bombay said.
"But my dad's counting on me." Adam mumbled.
"I'm sorry. Hey. My dad worked a lot when I was a kid. So when he made it to a game I wanted so bad to score 100 goals for him. I spent half the game a nervous wreck, my stomach in knots." Bombay explained.
"That's how I feel." Adam agreed.
"Before he died,my dad told me that his happiest times were watching me skate on this pond we had behind our house. He didn't need me to score 100 goals for him. He was proud of me 'cause I was his son and I did my best. I'm sure that's how your dad feels. I know it is." Bombay reasoned.
"Thanks, Coach. Thanks Kat." Adam smiled.
"All right. Let's go get that wrist X-rayed. Come on."
We walked outside Adam and I hand in hand, and Gordon behind us. After we got Adams wrist x-rayed he wasn't allowed to play but we still had him sitting at the bench.