Good afternoon and welcome,

This is Danny Markey your commentator

Welcoming you to this international

Between England and Holland,

Which is being played here this afternoon.

At four Florence Terrace,

And the pitch looks in superb condition

As Danny Markey prepares

To kick off for England;

And this capacity crowd roars

As Markey, the England captain,

Puts England on the attack.

Straight away it's Markey

With a lovely pass to Keegan,

Keegan back to Markey,

Markey in possession now

Jinking skillfully past the dustbin

And a neat flick inside the cat there,

What a brilliant player this Markey is

And still only nine years old!

Markey to Francis,

Francis to Markey,

Markey is through...

No, he's been tackled by the drainpipe;

But he's won the ball back brilliantly

And he's advancing on the Dutch keeper now,

It must be a goal,

He comes off his line

But Markey chips him brilliantly

It's goal

It's gone into Mrs Spence's next door.

And Markey's going round

To ask for his ball back.

The crowd is silent now.

If he cant get the ball back

It could be the end of this international.

And now the door's opening

And yes, it's Mrs Spence,

Mrs Spence has come to the door,

And wait a minute, she's shaking her head,

She is shaking her head,

She is not going to let Markey

Have his ball back.

What is the referee going to do?

Markey looks very dejected here,

He's walking back, hanging his head.

What's he doing now?

He seems to be waiting

And my goodness me

He's going back,

Markey is going back for the ball,

What a brilliant and exciting move;

He waited until the front door was closed

And then went back for that lost ball.

He's searching now,

He's searching for that ball

Down there by the compost heap

And wait a minute,

He's found it!

He's found that ball

And that's marvellous news

For the hundred thousand fans gathered here,

Who are showing their appreciation

In no uncertain fashion.

But wait a minute,

The door's opening once more;

It's her, it's Mrs Spence!

And she is waving her fist

And shouting something

But I can't make out what it is.

She's obviously not pleased.

And Markey's off,

He's running round in circles

Dodging this way and that

With Mrs Spence in hot pursuit,

And he's past her,

What skills this boy has.