Soccer on Sunday (Magic Tree House (R) Merlin Mission)
Mary Pope Osborne
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Next stop for the New York Times bestselling Magic Tree House series? The World Cup in Mexico City!
Goal! Jack and Annie have tickets to one of the most exciting soccer games ever—the 1970 World Cup! They are sure the famous soccer player Pelé will tell them a “secret of greatness.” The game is nonstop action and the stands are packed. But how will they find Pelé in a crowd of 100,000 soccer fans? Have they failed their mission? Or will the answer come when they least expect it?
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From the Hardcover edition.
Absolutely still. The pale gold light of dawn shone through the window of the tree house. Jack and Annie were back in the woods of Frog Creek, and their clothes were clean. No time at all had passed in Frog Creek. “Did—did all that just happen?” said Jack, dazed. “All what?” said Annie. “Thousands of candles in the woods, King Arthur and Queen Guinevere, Merlin, Morgan, Teddy, Kathleen, all that?” said Jack. “I think,” said Annie. “Amazing,” said Jack. “I wonder what our next mission will
closed on Sundays.” The man looked very formal in his blue uniform jacket and white hat and gloves, but he sounded friendly. He spoke with a Southern accent. “Oh, we were just looking for information,” said Jack. “We’re Americans.” “Groovy. Where y’all from?” the guard asked. “We’re Jack and Annie from Frog Creek, Pennsylvania,” said Annie. “I’m Benny from Valdosta, Georgia,” said the guard. “Pleased to meet you.” “Hi, Benny,” said Jack. “We’re going to the World Cup game that’s being played
Roberto showed his ticket to the usher. “Where do I go?” he asked. “Well … you are in the same line as your friends …,” the woman told Roberto. “Fantastic!” he said with a big grin. “But I’m afraid your seat is in a different section,” said the usher. She pointed all the way up. “It’s near the very top, high up in the sky.” The smile left Roberto’s face, but then it returned. “I’d better go,” he said. “It was great to meet you.” “You too,” said Jack. “Good-bye, Jack and Annie,” said
a good time anyway. A couple and their two children were eating tacos and drinking sodas. Others were waving small multicolored flags. A teenage boy next to Jack was looking through a pair of large binoculars. A man with a bushy mustache held a scratchy-sounding portable radio. Jack could hear the sportscaster through the static: “Final World Cup championship! A billion people around the world are watching on television! And over a hundred thousand spectators are here in Aztec Stadium today!”
to the sections near the playing field. Finally Jack reached the last rows of section A. “Annie? Roberto?” he whispered. As he looked down the steep rows of seats, all the wide-brimmed hats made it impossible to see. “Annie! Roberto!” Jack yelled. “Annie! Roberto!” There was no sign of them anywhere. Jack hadn’t expected all the hats—or all the people milling around, standing, stretching, talking to neighbors, coming and going. Jack looked at his watch again. There were five minutes left