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THEBIGCHANCE大好时机一‘Drinkyourtea’RayMartin,thenewbossofSmalltownFootballClub,wasveryhappy.Itwasalmosthalf-timeandhisteamwerewinning1-0.Rayraceddowntothechangingroomtotalktotheteam.Elevencupsofteawerewaitingfortheplayers.Theteamjoggedin,lookingtiredbuthappy.‘Welldone,lads,’smiledRay.‘Youmustbethirsty.Drinkyourteawhileit`shot.’‘Inaminute,boss,’saidStevethecaptain.ThenRaynoticedoneplayerafteranothertakingtheircupsofteaintotheshowerroom.Whentheycamebackthecupswereempty.‘That`sfunny,’thoughtRay.‘Drinkingteaintheshower.’Stevethecaptainpickeduphiscup.Rayfollowedhim.IntheshowerroomStevewaspouringhisteadownthesink.‘What`sgoingon?’saidRay.Steveleapedintheairanddroppedhiscup.Thesoundofthesmashingcupbroughttheotherplayersrunning.‘Itwashisfault,’sobbedSteve.‘Hemademejump.’‘Whatshallwedo?’moanedNickthegoalkeeper.‘Maybewecanglueit,’saidSteve.‘Willsomebodytellmewhat`sgoingon?’saidRay.‘Whyareyoualltippingyourteadownthesink?’Nobodyspoke.‘Well?’‘Becauseit`snotverynice.’‘Whyallthefussaboutabrokencup?’‘Hilda,’whisperedsomebody.‘WhoisthisHilda?’‘Shemakesthetea,’hissedNick.‘ThenIshallgoandtellherthattheteaisnotverynice.’‘Ssh,’hissedtheteam.‘Shewillhearyou.’‘Shecertainlywillhearme,’saidRay.‘Ohdear,’saidNick.‘Fancy,’saidRay.‘Abunchofmen,scaredofalittleoldtealady.’‘Er,’saidoneplayer.‘She`snotlittle.’‘She`snotthatold,’saidanother.‘Andwe`renotscaredofher,’saidSteve.‘We`reterrified.’‘That`senough,’saidRay.‘WherewillIfindthisHilda?’‘Attheteastand,’saidNick.Raystrodetowardsthedoor.‘Goodluck,’saidsomeone.二RaymeetsHildaTheteastandwasanoldcaravan.Rayjoinedaquietqueueoffans.‘I’dlikeonecupofteaplease,withadashofmilkandnosugar,’saidabigman.‘You’llgetithowImakeitandyou’lllikeit,’boomedavoicefrominsidethecaravan.Thenextmaninthequeuealreadyhadacupoftea.‘Excuseme,’hesaidpolitely.‘Yes,’boomedthevoice.‘I’msorrytobotheryou,’continuedtheman.’Butthisteaisnotverynice.’‘Whatdidyousay?’Thecaravanbegantotremble.Thecaravanrockedandshook.Therewasagreatbangandthedoorflewoffitshinges.ThereintheholewherethedoorhadbeenstoodHilda.Sheworeagreenskirt,anapron,redbootsandajumperthatsaid,‘SmalltownF.C.’‘Hilda,’gaspedRay.Hildasteppeddownfromthecaravan,rollinguphersleeves.;Shestrodeovertotheman.‘DoyouknowwhatIdowithgreatmoaningminnieswhocomecomplainingaboutmytea?’‘I-Idon’tknow,’stammeredtheman.‘Idothis,’saidHilda.Hildagrabbedthemanandthrewhimoverhershoulder.Shemarcheddowntowardsthepitch.‘Help!’criedtheman.Hildastrodeintothegoalarea.Sheliftedthemanoverherheadandsathimonthecrossbar.‘Getmedown,’yelledtheman.Hildamarchedbacktoherteastand.‘Whatareyoulookingat?’shesaidtoonesupporter.‘Nothing.’‘Isthatcupontheflooryours?’‘I-er.’‘Putitinthebin.’Hildaclimbedbackintothecaravan.‘Right,’saidHilda.‘Anymorecomplaints?’‘IthinkI’lltalktoHildaafterthegame,’saidRaytohimself.Agroupoffanshelpedthemandownfromthegoalpost.‘Excuseme,’Rayaskedthem.‘Butiftheteaissohorrible,Whydoyoubuyit?’Oneofthefanslookeduptowardstheteastand.‘It’sOK,’hesaid.‘She’slookingtheotherway.’‘Ifyoudon’tbuyacupoftea,’whisperedanother,‘Shecomesoutandmakesyoudrinktwocups.’‘So,’saidanother,‘it’ssafertobuyacupandtipitaway.’Raylookedaround.Allovertheterraceswerepuddlesoftea.‘She’llhavetogo,’saidRaytohimself.Raywalkedbacktothechangingroom.Theplay...