4th Class Shared Writing (Whole Class)
Jane’s World Cup Trip
Early in the morning, I woke up in Southampton. I jumped out of my bed as today was the day I was going to London to see Ireland play Italy in the RWC.
After I got ready and had my breakfast, I darted to the train with my bro’ and sis’-in-law. We didn’t want to be late as I had planned a trip to Spitalfields’ Market before we went to the match. The train journey was uneventful.
Finally, we arrived into Waterloo station. Mark started stressing about which direction we should go on the Circle Line. Karen and I chuckled as we knew the only possible direction was East! Thankfully Mark saw the humour in the situation.
After all the fuss about the directions, we finally arrived at Spitalfields. We casually walked from Liverpool St. Station to the market. Mark noted the size of the corporate buildings around Liverpool Street. Karen pointed out a building which had a picture of Robert Peel. She reminded us that he established the English Constabulary and the police were known as bobbies because of the connection with Robert Peel. She further stated that policemen’s hats have a tall round peak to make the policeman seem intimidating to any would-be criminals.
As we approached the market, Mark decided to get himself a coffee and sit out in the sun while Karen and I perused all that the market had to offer. While Karen and I were strolling through the stalls, Karen’s eye was drawn to an exotic painting. The colours jumped off the canvas and Karen decided she would have to come back to Spitalfields another time to buy it. When we were finished scouring the marketplace, we re-joined Mark and headed back to Liverpool St to get the Central Line to Bethnal Green. My favourite pub there served the most scrumptious pizza that I knew Mark and Karen would devour.
Stuffed and groaning with bellies full of stone-baked pizza, we staggered back on to the Central Line and headed out to Stratford. We were delighted by the sight of a sea of green jerseys. We smiled to each other and commented that this was really a home match for the Irish rugby team. We slowly made our way into the stadium and squeezed through the crowd to our seats. A few minutes later, the teams were announced and ran out on to the pitch. The crowd went wild! Italy won the toss. Parisse set the pace for Italy. I almost immediately began to worry for Ireland. I didn’t feel that we were playing to our usual standard. Suddenly, the Italians knocked on the ball, an advantage quickly claimed by the Irish as Jonno Sexton kicked the ball to touch. We won the line-out, and Keith Earls scored a much needed try to put five points on the board. I was particularly delighted to see Earl’s return to form continue. I would love him to have a really memorable world cup.
As the clock ticked down, my blood pressure rose at the mere three point difference. Furthermore, we were now a player down as a result of O’Mahony’s foul. Even though it was only eighty minutes, it felt like a lifetime and I breathed a huge sigh of relief when Sexton kicked the ball to touch to end the game.
To allay my fears regarding the French match, Mark observed that it is truly a good team who wins when they’re playing badly!