Go Long! (Barber Game Time Books) - Hardcover

Barber, Ronde; Barber, Tiki

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 141693619X ISBN 13: 9781416936190

Publisher: Simon & Schuster/Paula Wiseman Books, 2008

Synopsis

It's Tiki and Ronde's second year on their junior high school football team, the Hidden Valley Eagles. The eighth-grade season is here, and the boys have come together as a team. Now key starters, Tiki and Ronde are ready for a great season, and with hard work and determination, maybe they will even go all the way to the State Championship!

But when Coach Spangler announces that he has been asked to move up to the high school team, and Mr. Wheeler, the science teacher, is tapped for the head coaching job, the season seems over before it begins. Sure, Coach Wheeler played college football until he was benched by an injury, but it just isn't the same. Tiki wants to give Coach Wheeler a chance, yet the team's loyalties are divided. What does a science teacher know about the game of football? Can the team work together, get behind their new coach, and play smart?

Inspired by the childhood of NFL superstars Tiki and Ronde Barber, Go Long! is a story of teamwork, perseverance, and what it takes to be a champion.

About this title

About the Author:

Ronde Barber is a record-holding cornerback who retired after fifteen seasons with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. He is one of only two cornerbacks selected to the Pro Bowl five times. He is married with two daughters.

Tiki Barber is a record-holding retired running back for the New York Giants. He married and is the father of four children.

Paul Mantell is the author of more than 100 books for young readers, including books in the Hardy Boys and Matt Christopher series.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:

CHAPTER ONE
THE NEW “STRAW”

“I’M BREAKIN’ THIS ONE BIG-TIME, RONDE!”

Ronde Barber stared back at his identical twin as they faced each other across the line of scrimmage. “In your dreams, Tiki.”

“Don’t blink, or you’ll miss me,” Tiki shot back.

Ronde let out a big yawn, patting his mouth like he was bored. “I’m so scared.”

Then came the “Hut! Hut!” of the quarterback, Matt Clayton, and Tiki took off like a shot. Ronde backpedaled a few steps, then turned and matched his brother stride for stride.

Ronde did not look back for the ball. He kept his focus on Tiki, waiting for him to make his move. Ronde watched his eyes, knowing they would widen just before the key moment.

Ronde had learned this trick last season. It was part of his education in how to cover wide receivers. But it sure helped when that receiver was your identical twin.

He and Tiki knew each other inside out, backward and forward. They didn’t just look alike, they thought alike. Ronde could have covered Tiki with his eyes closed.

Sure enough, ten yards downfield, Tiki’s eyes widened for the briefest instant. On cue, he faked to the outside, then cut to the inside, straight across the field.

Matt Clayton had already let the ball fly, a bullet speeding toward its appointed meeting place with Tiki’s chest.

But Ronde was one step ahead of them both. He cut in front of Tiki, leapt into the air, and with his outstretched fingertips, knocked away the ball!

He landed hard on the grass, but it was worth it to hear Tiki’s disappointed groan.

“Oh, man! You’re a pest, Ronde!”

“I try,” Ronde replied, grinning as Tiki reached out a hand to help him up.

“Man, I’m glad you’re on my team,” Tiki said, shaking his head.

The boys trotted back to the line of scrimmage, where their friend and practice partner, Matt Clayton, was waiting for them.

“Awesome coverage, dude!” he told Ronde. “Did you spy on us in the huddle?”

“No way,” Ronde said, still smiling. “I just knew.”

“He finishes my sentences for me all the time,” Tiki told Matt.

“No, you’re the one who does that!” Ronde protested.

“You both do it,” Matt said, laughing. “I’ve heard you. It’s weird.”

All three boys were wearing their old blue Hidden Valley Eagles uniforms from last season. Tiki wore number two, while Ronde had number five.

Ronde wondered if the school would retire the number nine now that, starting tomorrow, Matt, last year’s Roanoke Reporter All-World quarterback, had graduated and was moving on to Cave Spring High School.

In Ronde’s opinion, Matt deserved the honor of having his number retired. He’d broken every Hidden Valley record for passing. During the Eagles’ run to the District Championship this past season, college scouts had come around to see Matt play—and the ninth-grade wonder hadn’t disappointed them.

This would be their last practice together for two years, until the twins made it to high school and they were all reunited.

And starting tomorrow, for Tiki and Ronde, it was back to school—back to the Eagles for another season, this time without Matt as their leader.

“Why’d you have to go and graduate?” Ronde asked Matt. “Now what are we going to do for a quarterback?”

“You guys’ll be fine,” Matt assured them. “The Eagles are even better and deeper this year. And if you’re worried about Cody Hansen, don’t be. He’s a great athlete, and he’s got a great throwing arm. I saw him play Peewee League, back when he was in sixth grade.”

“He didn’t play so great last year when he was subbing for you,” Tiki said.

“Don’t worry,” said Matt. “He just couldn’t handle the pressure of coming off the bench. He wasn’t prepared to be a starter, that’s all. He’s much better than he showed last year. You’ll see.”

Ronde had to admit it was true. He and Tiki had been subs last year too. And when they’d gotten their chance to play, they’d had their moments—but they’d also made bad mistakes.

This year would be different. As eighth graders and second-year men, the twins would be key starters—Tiki at halfback, Ronde at cornerback. The team would be counting on them—and Ronde was sure he and Tiki had the talent to carry the team to victory.

He just wasn’t so sure about Cody.

“Trust me, it’s going to be fine,” Matt said as they lined up for another pass play. “I mean, just think—last year, you two guys barely played! That alone is going to make the team so much better. And remember, we won the District Championship last year. So ... can you say ‘State Champions’?”

“Man, don’t jinx us,” Tiki said. “It’s bad enough you’re gone, and we have to put up with that hot dog, Cody Hansen.”

“Tiki, he’s just immature,” Matt said. “I was the same way in seventh grade.”

“Like fun you were,” Ronde said. “You were never like Cody, so don’t even go there.”

“True, he’s got better hair.”

“Dude, you never say anything bad about anybody!” Tiki complained. “Stop being so nice. Cody is a ball hog, and that’s all there is to it.”

“If that were all,” Matt argued, “Coach Spangler wouldn’t have made him the starter this year.”

Ronde had to admit, there was truth in what Matt said. Coach Spangler was really smart, and he knew what he was doing with his team.

“I’m telling you,” Matt assured them, “as long as Spangler’s in charge, the Eagles are going to win. His teams have made the playoffs seven out of eight years since he became coach. He can get the best out of anybody.”

“Even Cody?” Ronde asked.

“Even Cody,” Matt said. “He’s talented. He just needs to get some experience.”

“And a better attitude,” said Ronde, rolling his eyes.

“Man, you got that right. Cody’s a head case,” Tiki complained. “He thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips.”

“I saw him the other day in Kessler’s, bragging about how we’re going to dominate this year,” Ronde said. “I hate to hear that stuff, you know? It’s bad luck to run your mouth like that.”

“Don’t worry so much,” Matt said. “Hey, think about me—I’m losing the coach who taught me everything I know!”

“Aw, man, I pity you,” Tiki said, pretending to play the violin.

“I’m about to start crying,” Ronde joked. “Come on, yo—let’s play some football! Show me something I haven’t seen, dude.”

“All right, now you went and made me mad,” Matt said, smacking the football between his hands. “Let’s go. You’re toast, Ronde.”

Matt put his arm around Tiki and whispered the play into his ear. Tiki lined up, and Ronde saw the corner of his mouth curl up into a secret smile. They’re up to something tricky, he said to himself.

“Hut! Hut-hut!” Matt dropped back as Tiki took a darting step forward.

Ronde dropped back into coverage, but Tiki was only faking a forward move. With Ronde back on his heels, Tiki stopped and turned to face Matt.

Matt tossed him a quick lateral, then raced downfield, and before Ronde could recover, Tiki threw the ball into Matt’s waiting arms!

“Touchdown!” Matt yelled, spiking the ball and doing a crazy little song and dance in the end zone. “Oh, yeah—go Ma-att, it’s your birthday ...”

Ronde wasn’t thrilled about being beaten on the play. But Matt’s celebration was so corny, he couldn’t help laughing.

Hotdogging wasn’t Matt’s style at all. He never got into that sort of thing, like so many other players did. When he threw a touchdown pass, Matt just raised his arms in the air and yelled “YES!”

Ronde admired that about him. Unlike some people, Matt Clayton was a class act.

“I’m hungry,” Tiki said. “My stomach’s talking to me. It’s saying, ‘Let’s go get some lunch!’”

“I’m in,” Matt said. “Kessler’s?”

“Yeah, baby,” Ronde said. “I’m up for a burger and a double-thick shake.”

“Trying to bulk up?” Matt teased.

Ronde and Tiki were small for their age—at least compared to the rest of the football team. Matt, already over six feet tall, towered over them.

Someday, Ronde thought, he’ll be a star college quarterback.

He and Tiki would be stars too—but only if they kept getting taller, bigger, and stronger. Burgers and shakes might not be health food, Ronde figured, but they were a sure bet if you wanted to gain weight.

Kessler’s luncheonette was an old-fashioned soda shop that had been there for over fifty years. It was only a block from Cave Spring High School—Matt’s new home.

The twins had come over here to practice with him on the high school field—even though it was also the home field of Cave Spring Junior High, one of the Eagles’ main rivals.

The three friends sat on swivel chairs at the counter and made fast work of their food and shakes. They were just about done eating when the front door swung open and in walked Cody Hansen.

“Yo, gentlemen!” he called...

About this edition

• Publisher: Simon & Schuster/Paula Wiseman Books
• Publication date: 2008
• ISBN 10: 141693619X
• ISBN 13: 9781416936190
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 160