Diego the Tornado by Joachim Masannek

Author:Joachim Masannek [Masannek, Joachim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-9844257-1-6
Publisher: Sole Books
Published: 2011-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

Never Give Up!

We were busy the next few days. First, we needed a name. That was a no-brainer. We were the Wild Soccer Bunch. Both Kevin and Tyler were into the European teams who would always add a couple of letters to the ends of their names, like F.C. They thought it would be great if we had some letters at the end of our name too. “They call it an acronym,” he said, and we all agreed.

But what?

Tyler nailed it immediately: “a.u.” “A.U.?” Kevin asked.

“No caps,” Tyler grinned. “The Wild Soccer Bunch a.u. “

“I heard you, I have ears!” Kevin spat. “I’m asking you, what does ‘a.u.’ mean?”

“Don’t you get it?” Tyler grinned. He loved teasing his brother, especially when he was boneheaded about something.

“It means, ‘always united!’”

Kevin whistled. “The Wild Soccer Bunch always united I have to admit, that is tight!”

But then he furrowed his brow.

“You don’t think it’s too much? I mean, if we won’t be together one day …?”

“Heck we will!!” Tyler said. “And anyway, nobody but us is going to know what it means. Even you didn’t get it.”

He smiled at Kevin, who really wanted to smack that demeaning grin off his face, but Tyler continued unfazed.

“Listen. The a.u. will be our secret code to each other. It will give us power. Make sense?”

“You are too much!” Kevin grinned, and so we all shook hands and agreed: we were officially the Wild Soccer Bunch a.u.

Armed with a drawing pad and colored pencils, Tyler went off by himself to design our jersey, our logo, and our player contracts; he disappeared into the Camelot tower, which was really the upper floor of the tree house. We didn’t see or hear a peep out of him for two whole days, and he probably would have starved up there if it hadn’t been for Julian’s mother, who threw him some snacks and a drink every once in a while.

Joey, Kyle, Danny, Alex, Josh, Julian, and Roger took off to find a sponsor. Divide and conquer was their motto, and so they paid a visit to every car lot and sporting goods store in the area, splitting into groups of two to cover more ground. They went off proudly, heads held high, eyes on their goal and hearts sure of their success. They argued over how many sponsors they’d find, and whether it was okay to advertise on one’s underwear.

Kevin and I remained in our meeting room, preparing the Charter. We wracked our brains for two whole days until we finally nailed it.

On the third day, we all reconvened in Camelot. We locked all the doors and windows and lit candles. Tyler stood in the center to show us his designs. His drawing was small, but fantastic. The jerseys were the one and only acceptable color: black as the night. The cleats were bright orange and the logo was a wild looking guy, simple and understated, like us. We were stoked. And we were even more excited about the player contracts.

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